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Touched By An Angel
It started with a dumb, drunken question.
“Cas, could you make me come with your angel mojo?” asked Dean, his tipsy mind too curious not to ask aloud.
Castiel nearly choked. It had been a quiet, relaxing evening. He and Dean were in the “Dean cave” as Dean liked to call it. Now that the bar was finally set up, Dean had been enjoying whiskey all night while they watched old westerns. Apparently he’d had a bit too much. That question was out of nowhere and wildly out of tune with how the night was going.
“Uh,” Castiel struggled to find words, uncertain how to respond while his mind was short circuiting. “In theory. I suppose I would simply have to stimulate you with my power.”
Dean snickered, leaning back in his chair and taking another swig of whiskey. “That’d be pretty hot.”
Castiel suddenly realized that he had an iron grip on the arm rest of his chair. “Do you…want me to do that sometime?”
Dean gnawed his bottom lip, arousal beginning to stir. “Yeah, maybe.”
“Okay.” Castiel decided to hold onto the idea and chose a more opportune time to bring it up. Preferably, when Dean was a little more sober.
***
A few days passed. Sam had just left for the evening with plans to spend the night elsewhere with Eileen. As soon as he left, Castiel knocked on Dean’s door.
Dean opened the door, a small smile appearing seeing the angel. “Hey.”
Castiel smiled as well, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. “Hello, Dean. Sam just left for the night. The bunker’s empty aside from us now.”
Heat flooded Dean’s body. He took a step closer, lust dripping from his gaze. “Yeah? Got the place to ourselves?” He attempted to move forward, planning to close the space between them, only to find himself stuck. Confusion hit him first, then panic when he attempted to move again to no avail. “Cas?”
Castiel couldn’t stop his smirk now, feeling rather pleased with himself. “Do you remember what you asked me the other night?” When Dean didn’t respond, he continued, leaning in close to whisper in Dean’s ear. “You asked me if I could make you come with my ‘angel mojo’, as you like to call it.”
Dean’s skin broke out in goosebumps, his face heating and his breath catching.
“I kinda remember,” he mumbled, a hint of embarrassment crawling up his body.
“You were quite intoxicated,” said Castiel. He pulled back, his demeanor turning more gentle. “Is it something you still want?”
Dean couldn’t breathe. He nodded, words seeming impossible now. Castiel brought his hand up towards Dean’s face, as if he were about to cup the hunter’s cheek. Dean attempted to lean into it, only to find himself being forced backwards. His feet left the floor for a moment, and then he was flat on his back on his bed. Pure adrenaline and arousal shot straight down, settling and heating fast.
“Christ, Cas!” He attempted to sit up to find that he couldn’t. His entire body was pinned down.
Castiel sauntered over, standing at the side of the bed. He placed his hands on the mattress beside Dean, looming over the hunter. “If you want me to make you come with my power, that means I won’t be touching you, Dean, and you won’t touch yourself either. Understood?”
A pathetic whimper escaped Dean’s throat, making him wish he could at least hide his face. His arms were pinned on either side of his body. He could flex his fingers, able to grip the bedsheets, but nothing more. Castiel smiled slyly, satisfied, and snapped his fingers, removing all of Dean’s clothing. Dean’s face burned brighter, his cock already flush against his stomach, beads of precum slipping out. He turned his head away from Castiel, only to have it forced back and held in place.
“You’re going to look at me,” growled Castiel, knowing damn well what his voice did to Dean when he used it just right. Sure enough, he watched the hunter’s cock twitch in response. “Good boy.”
Castiel waited a moment, staring Dean down and letting the anticipation build. He then ghosted his hand over the hunter’s erection, still not doing anything just yet. A few, far too long moments passed.
“Oh fuck!” Dean felt a jolt that made him see stars. It was strange but so damn good, like someone just sank onto him, wet and warm. A raspy moan fell from his lips, overcome with the sensation of thrusting into someone. His eyes rolled back, steady, heated pleasure rolling through him in waves. Now it felt exactly like fucking Castiel, tight and silky and warm. “Fuck, Cas…”
Castiel hummed in approval, lessening the sensations ever so slightly. Dean groaned, still feeling pleasure, but his high came down, settling somewhere less intense. Castiel allowed Dean minimal movement, pleased when the hunter’s hips started instinctively rocking. Just as Dean found rhythm, Castiel added more, speeding up the movement.
“Oh, fuck!” Dean threw his head back, the feeling around his cock overwhelming. It built and built, rapidly taking him right to the edge.
It stopped.
The frustrated whine that came out of Dean was exactly what Castiel wanted to hear. The angel was absolutely smug, bringing Dean down to barely feeling anything at all.
“Cas!” groaned Dean.
“Not yet,” Castiel’s tone was smooth but firm, a warning for Dean not to be a brat.
Dean held back complaining further, knowing Castiel would only tease him longer. Slowly, Castiel brought the sensations back, this time making it feel like a wet, messy blow job. Dean groaned, his fingers twisting in the sheets.
“Fuck, fuck,” he breathed, his eyes lulling shut. “Fuck, Cas…Cas…”
“Good boy,” murmured Castiel, his own arousal steadily rising. He kept going, soaking in the heavy breaths falling from Dean’s lips. “That’s it.” He slowed down again, eliciting another whine from Dean, but the hunter didn’t dare complain this time. “You’re being so good for me.”
Dean couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped. He was always putty in the angel’s hands when he got praised.
“Tell me what you want,” purred Castiel, leaning down to ghost his lips over Dean’s neck. He breathed hot air onto the skin, watching pleased as the hunter broke out in goosebumps.
“Cas,” muttered Dean. He was absolutely dizzy, desperate to finally hit that peak, and Castiel was going to make him beg for it. “Please, let me come, please.” The feeling on his cock lessened, bringing him down. “Cas! Please, please!”
Castiel waited, deciding if he should give in yet or not. “How bad do you want it, my good boy?”
Dean was losing his mind, his whole body too damn hot, overworked and not stimulated enough all at once. “Cas, please, please, I want it so bad! So fucking bad!”
Castiel’s breath hitched, loving every second of watching Dean fall apart.
Dean’s eyes blew wide, a rough, screaming moan tearing out of him. The feeling around his cock came back full force, right alongside the sensation of the angel pushing all the way inside him, slamming directly into his sweet spot. His release ripped through him, thick spurts of come painting his stomach and chest.
“That’s a good boy,” whispered Castiel. He cupped Dean’s cheek, caressing gently as the hunter calmed down through ragged breaths. “Easy.”
“Holy fuck,” breathed Dean, slowly coming down from his high.
“Was that what you had in mind?”
Dean chuckled, letting his head fall back. “Better. We have to do that again.”
Castiel pressed a kiss to Dean’s lips, giving his bottom lip a gentle bite. “Another time.”