PORN for Dean

[godless_son]

"I want to fuck you as I do it," he says, blunt as ever but staring up at Dean with pure adoration for letting him do this. He pushes up, walking behind Dean as he summons one of the many small bottles of lube within these walls. "I'm not going to prep you very much," he warns, shoving a slick finger inside. "If you need me to stop, you don't need to speak if you don't want to. I'll be able to hear you if you think it. I'll be able to hear most everything but if it's too much, just tell me to stop."

Comments

[always_enduphere]

Dean nods, an inelegant jerk of his head, and opens his mouth to breathe as Castiel roughly stretches him. It hurts, but the pain is muted, almost insignificant compared with what Dean knows is coming. His body shakes with it, adrenaline and nerves obliterating his fine motor function until he stops trying, leaning his head back to rest against Castiel's shoulder.

[godless_son]

Castiel wraps an arm around Dean's waist as he pushes in with one hard thrust, free hand moving up to cradle his head. "Dean," he groans against his throat, hips jerking as he pulls his back, wanting to be deeper. He wants what is coming.

"You feel so good, you always feel so good," he pants, thrusting hard and slow, tilting Dean's hips back to try and find the right spot. "I love you so much."

[always_enduphere]

Dean nods again, the motion sluggish this time. He's floating now, his earlier worries dwindling to distant points as Castiel thrusts into him, maneuvers him, pulls Dean and molds him into the shapes that he wants. He feels Castiel's dick slide over that hot place inside him, and Dean's mouth opens, but no sound comes out, breath hitching against Castiel's cheek.

[godless_son]

Castiel bites at Dean's shoulder, trying to ground himself before sliding his hand down from Dean's neck to rest over the vial. "Tell me if you want me to stop," he gasps, splaying his hand and slowly, carefully starting to push grace through to the core of Dean's soul. It's not a violent thing, like when he's had to re-power in the past. He's as searching and gentle as he can be but he knows it is still excruciating to the host, white hot pain until he can manage to make the connection.

Castiel's eyes glow white as he starts to feel Dean, stripped down to his most basic self. "Don't fight it," he whispers, vaguely aware of his rolling hips as he gets ready to push his grace against Dean's soul.

[always_enduphere]

There's a moment when Dean thinks he knows what's coming. He's been flayed open more times than he can remember, and the distance of years has done nothing to dull the memories of that pain. So when Castiel's grace slips into him, Dean takes a breath. It's the last thing he's aware of for some time.

When he comes back to himself, he feels lit up from the inside, certain that something colder than ice, hotter than fire is screaming down every nerve and spilling out of him, out his fingertips, his ears, his eyes, out of his throat, but gradually the roar in his ears reveals itself to be his own ragged screaming as Castiel pushes deep, fingers splayed over the heart of him. There's nothing left to protect him now, nothing to stop Cas save for Castiel's own will, and Dean fights the urge to shy away, to hold that rawest part of himself open and ready. Dean sucks in another breath, voice a ruin when he begs, "Do it."

[godless_son]

Castiel rolls his hips hard as his grace pushes through, his mind lighting up with Dean, with the ragged, scarred and still raw mess of a soul that still shines more brightly and beautifully than anything Castiel has ever seen. He sobs against the back of Dean's neck, pushing through everything that he has as he feels Dean lay himself bare to him.

He pushes through his own guilt, his deepest worries about Dean's ability to be happy, his longing for peace, his longing to be human again, his stubborn pride, his exhaustion after millennia of fighting and most of all his all encompassing, destructive and singularly focused love for Dean.

[always_enduphere]

Whatever pain that came before, what follows goes beyond Dean's body. It's like standing at the heart of the sun, like being the sun and colliding with another one, everything hot and bright and too overwhelming to make sense of with his mind. Dean fights, and when he can't fight, he gives in, lets the tide wash him back to where Castiel waits to meet him. He takes what Castiel gives him, absorbs Castiel's fears and doubts and offers himself in return, and for once it feels like enough, because for the first time, Dean can feel that his pitiful mortal heart is exactly what Castiel wants and needs. Take it, he thinks, an offer that seems to echo between them. All I've got is yours.

[godless_son]

Castiel has born witness to a multitude of holy and awesome things in his life. He's seen stars come into being and watched them die, he's seen the very best humanity had to offer and none of it, none of it compares to this, to Dean. He's greedy enough for it, for feeling him flayed this wide open to Castiel not to want it to end but he can't risk doing damage that he cannot fix. He pushes through one last surge of affection before pulling his grace back, trying to heal the places inside Dean that he broke but leaving enough damage to hopefully extend what Dean needs out of this.

"I've got you," he murmurs, mouth soft against Dean's neck as he comes back to himself, back to just his body. He tightens his hold on Dean's waist, already hating the separation.

[always_enduphere]

He can feel it, one last pulse of love that goes so deep he could drown in it, and then Castiel retreats, leaving flayed nerves and fire in his wake. Dean's mouth stays open, the silent scream that's carried him through the last few moments shredding his throat, but he's too far gone to notice when he finally comes back to himself. His body aches to its core, a throbbing that goes deeper than skin and bone, but he feels brighter, cleaner. His belly is wet, covered in a release he doesn't remember, but Dean pays it no mind. His coordination is shot, and he pays this no mind either, falling limp into Castiel's body and the chains that hold him. I love you, he thinks, a feels somehow that Castiel can still hear it.

[godless_son]

Castiel moves around to Dean's front, releasing the chains with a thought and easily, happily taking his weight. He is glad he can still do this for Dean, shore him up when he needs it. More than anything, Dean Winchester has never been a burden, rather Castiel is honored he is the person allowed to care for him. He's honored to bear his weight as long as Dean will allow it. He would happily spend the rest of his life bearing any of the weight Dean would give him to carry.

"Close your eyes," he murmurs, tucking Dean's face against his neck as he flies them and their discarded clothes into their bedroom, moving to settle Dean on their bed. It's dark and quiet and Castiel is instantly grateful for the sense of home that resides in every corner and their little house.