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Castiel is furious, a raging dragon as he searches for Dean. The hunter had foolishly stormed out of the bunker during a particularly heated argument. His behavior has been even more erratic than usual lately, ever since Michael had possessed him. No matter what Sam, Jack or Castiel did or said, Dean pushed them away with vicious words and sheer rejection, spiraling deeper into depression.
Hours fly by as Castiel hunts. A call from Sam, the Impala’s GPS tracker pinged in a small town outside Hays. From there, it only takes minutes for Castiel to find him in a condemned house… and less than a second for his rage to rise to wrath at the sight he sees.
Dean’s naked, on his knees, littered with bruises and bleeding, tears staining his cheeks.
But the creature who stood over his hunter is the target of Castiel’s outrage. Gizel is an Angel, barely, outcast eons ago for his sadistic treatment of humans, his very presence speaks to true horrors.
Gizel has the sheer audacity to laugh, “Well looky here, the mighty Castiel came to play.”
“Leave. Now .”
“Aw, what’s wrong? Looking jealous there, brother . I did nothing Winchester here didn’t ask for. Hell, this fuck toy begged for it.” His smirk dripped with putridness.
Castiel’s eyes flare with his Seraph power, his wings rising and spreading, ready to smite the sadistic scum. The abomination is a very low-tier celestial being, he’s no match for Castiel on any level. He flees, disappearing immediately.
Dean hasn’t moved, still staring at the floor and shaking.
“Dean! What are you doing?”
A choked sob pours out, then, “Leave me alone, Cas. I’m broken. Just… leave me the fuck alone.”
Tapping down him anger, Castiel moves in front of the man he loves, squatting down to catch his eyes. “Talk to me, Dean. Let me help you.”
Dean turns his head away, “I don’t deserve your help. Can’t. I don’t deserve you.”
“What, that vile abomination deserves you, but I don’t?”
The sharp words rattle the hunter, “What?”
“You think so little of me that you won’t accept my freely offered help. Instead you beg it of someone so horrible?”
“No, that’s not…”
Castiel snaps, seeing red, “You will not grovel on your knees for anyone else ever again, Dean. You will never again allow or beg another angel to touch you. Nor a creature of any species. I will smite everyone who dares touch you.”
Even as the man gasps, Castiel grabs his face and heals him. Dean leaned into his hand for a moment and then recoiled, resisting the healing grace, denying being healed. Csatiel’s not having it, just grabs his hair and holds him still as every cut, bruise and leaking fluids are cleared away.
“If you insist upon this masochism, you will stay on your knees for me. Only me.”
Dean pulls back further, a look of panic and something heady courses his face. “Just leave me alone, Cas, I’m not worth it.”
“You WILL obey me, Dean,” Castiel snarls out. “You will worship me on your knees, as you should have since the moment we met.”
Quivering now, the golden hunter is shaking in fear and awe. He stays still as the angel drags a chair over, manifesting a large cushion and dropping it in front of the chair.
Castiel shrugs off his trenchcoat and jacket, loosening his blue tie and unbuttoning the top two of his dress shirt. When he settles into the chair, he’s watching Dean closely.
“Get on the pillow, Dean. Now.”
Dean hesitates, still not making eye contact. He finally obeys, slowly crawling and kneeling between the angel’s legs. He stares at the floor still, waiting for long minutes as Castiel looks him over, peering into his soul.
Castiel uses one hand to pull Dean’s head forward, resting his cheek on his thigh. Holding him there, Castiel cards through the softly golden brown hair, petting him. His thigh feels wet from the hunter’s dripping tears, then his fingers feel the same as he pets soothingly across Dean’s face and neck.
Time passes slowly as Dean releases his pain, finally slipping into a near trance, allowing himself the comfort and closeness. His eyes are closed and his breathing is even, he’s calm.
“Dean.” The man hardly stirs, so Castiel deepens his voice and gently tugs at his hair, “Dean.” The beautiful mossy green eyes drift open, a small sigh slipping out when he meets Castiel’s cerulean ones. “Sit up and put your hands on your thighs. Stay.”
Castiel waits for him to listen, a wash of pride flooding through when his beloved again obeys. Unzipping his pants, he tugs his heavy cock out, watching the hunter’s eyes widen and stare before frantically looking away.
“Look at me, Dean,” demanding those eyes on him again. “You will watch me.”
Following the command, Dean’s eyes flash up to his, then down to Castiel’s hand as he slowly strokes himself. The angel jacks off just inches from Dean’s face, making no move to touch him, just pleasuring his own cock while he watches the man.
He’s close already, the rampant emotions and, despite the previous situation , the sheer sight of Dean’s glorious body on display have his big cock twitching. Needing those eyes on his, “Dean.” When the beautiful man’s eyes meet his, Castiel’s head drops back and he cums hard, ribbons of seed pouring over his hand, slicking his final strokes.
As he settles down, Dean’s own breathing has picked up pace, shallow pants. Dean’s flushed, licking his lips repeatedly.
Castiel just waits and watches.
“Cas… Cas, could I, uh, please… clean you up?
A small smile back to his beloved, “You may.”