For Dean, Derek and Noah

[godless_son]

It's been three years since Castiel's wings were temporarily burned away and in that time he would not have thought it possible that he could have truly forgotten how painful and irritating that type of injury could be.

The sick, hollow feeling left in his skin has faded but the words themselves seem to be untouched by his Grace or Dean's sword, healing slowly and as if he were the same pathetic wretch washed up onshore those years ago. He craves sleep more than he ought to but cannot achieve it nor can he find any remedy to touch the constant burn and ache. He feels too exposed to go far from the house without a shirt and the lack of one feels odd even in his own home. He's certain the animals have been judging him, the cats at least.

The message itself is too unsettling to properly process, at this present moment. He knows what he thinks it is, although he cannot fathom what it would want with a defunct Angel and why it would bother giving him a warning. If it is Darkness itself, there is nothing to be done and he'd rather not spend whatever time they do have moping and irritated and sickly. He searches the internet for hours before turning to his new Netflix machine and watching six straight hours of documentaries and movies about the various affects of medicinal and recreational drugs. He knows Dean feels very strongly about Castiel's ingestion of drugs but he thinks he knows something that would work. It comes, unfortunately, with a substantial portion of humble pie but Dean does not outright balk at the idea.

He gathers up the energy and flies straight to Noah, hoping the ghost does not heed the same ideas about 'daytime' visits versus 'nighttime' visits as others have explained to him and invites him to dinner with a plea for his help. His flight to Derek's is slightly less successful as he's unsure if Derek and his singing lover were unclothed underneath the covers but the message was received, regardless.

Burgers and beer in exchange for Noah's magic drugs and a lesson on how to...do drugs. He's even agreed to purchase actual beef rather than the black bean burgers he'd tried to pass off to Dean last week.

It's a plan.

Ok so tagging order would be top level Dean then Noah, Derek then Castiel again. Castiel will be awkwardly shirtless and still has 'I Am Coming' burned into his chest.

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[always_enduphere]

"Yeah," says Dean, "Fuck this," and takes Castiel's joint, using the end of it to light his own after all and takes a huge lungful. If they're doing this, he's going to be at least fifty percent checked out for it.

The drug is just as strong as he remembered, and Dean blinks for a few breaths, looking down at himself in suspicion, but thankfully his shirt has remained on. "No souls," he says again.

[iwasmore]

Noah relaxes a little when Castial assures them their souls are beautiful. He doesn't understand how his can be, unless whatever Castiel is seeing is different from his true form. He finally takes a tiny drag from his own joint, watching Derek flop back on the grass.

He startles when Castiel brings up sex with Dean, eyes widening, but his expression dissolves into giggles and coughs, and he nearly chokes in his attempt to stop laughing.

"Oh my god...the forceful way you prefer...holy shit..."

[triskehale]

Derek chokes on a lungful of smoke at Castiel's casual admission, but he doesn't mention it. Noah doesn't have the same tact, however, and Derek shakes his head. "Noah, ghost child, shh. Leave it be."

He rolls onto his side and watches Dean look down at his shirt like he's worried it'll disappear, and he quirks an mischievous eyebrow. Once Dean's head is tipped back to exhale his own smoke, Derek silently reaches out with one claw extended to slice off the top three buttons of Dean's plaid button down.

Before Dean even lowers his chin, Derek is back lounging in the grass with his own joint between his upturned lips. He looks at Noah and Cas and rests a finger next to his joint, and then groans as he takes in another deep pull of smoke.

[godless_son]

Castiel opens his mouth to protest Noah's laughter, to explain that it is a beautiful and sacred act before Derek tries to undress his husband.

He narrows his eyes, only half cognizant of wanting vines to erupt suddenly from the ground and wind their way around Noah and Derek's ankles before they do, just like that. Magic is amazing.

He allows himself a pleased smile before leaning in, singularly focused on nuzzling the newly exposed strip of Dean's chest.

[always_enduphere]

Dean tilts his head back, too addled to protest when Castiel's lips find his skin and bear down. "How much of this," he asks, taking another drag, "Before I can't hear ghosts anymore?"

Despite it all, his cheeks are pink, a blush soaking down well past where Castiel's lips are fastened, and he takes a deep breath. "Or," he amends, "How much does Noah need to smoke before he forgets he ever heard that?"

[iwasmore]

"A ghost never forgets," Noah quips lightly to try and hide his nervousness, looking down at the vines now wrapped around his ankles.

"So, is this like, a bondage thing? Because I'm not a virgin or anything, but I've never been to an orgy before and you might need to give me a minute so I'm not completely sober for this," he says, taking another drag.

At least he's single? He's pretty sure Derek isn't, though. Or maybe this is a swingers thing.

[triskehale]

Derek rolls his eyes at Castiel's reaction, and glares down at the vines making their way around his ankles. It's sort of scary, especially to his high mind, just how powerful Castiel can be. And just how temperamental.

He pops a claw and reaches down to slice through the vines, and then tips his head back in time to see Castiel mouthing at Dean's chest. He doesn't seem to mind the missing buttons now.

Noah's words make him blink owlishly and he starts shaking his head as he rolls up onto all fours. "Nope, I'm out. Funny you think Castiel would let you get within a foot of Dean, though."

After a few moments he finally gathers himself enough to get up onto his knees and stretch his arms up over his head. "Oh god, I can smell the lust. Celestial ozone lust."

[godless_son]

"I do not smell like Celestial ozone lust," Castiel grumbles, ripping away the next button with his teeth before wrapping his arms around Dean's waist and settling his head in Dean's lap as he peers over at Derek and Noah.

It's dark enough now that the first stars are starting to shine in the dusky sky and Castiel finds the layers so much easier to peel back now, even through his human shell. He can see galaxies upon galaxies.

He realizes, belatedly, he said some of that out loud. "Look," he commands, sending a snapshot of the sheer, vast, colorful and glorious wonder of space to the minds of their little circle.

"I used to fly in that."

[always_enduphere]

Dean sits, staring dizzily down at his shirt. It's definitely missing more buttons. He smooths a hand down it, then into Castiel's hair, sucking in a surprised breath when his mind explodes in starlight.

"I...love Star Trek," he hears himself say, too high to worry about the rare admittance as galaxies pinwheel around him. "Did you ever see aliens? That's all I would do if I were an angel. Look for aliens."

[iwasmore]

Noah's eyes widen and he looks about as the world around him is suddenly transformed into outer space.

For a time, when he was little and adults would ask that typical adult question, Noah, what do you want to be when you grow up? he'd answer a space man, because his best friend was obsessed with Star Wars and so Noah was obsessed with Star Wars. As he grew older his fantasies of exploring the universe had faded into more immediate dreams of learning to drive, beating Mitch Turner's fastest swimming time, and learning the drums (he'd never gotten to that one). But in the back of his mind he always had ideas, things he wanted to do, wanted to be. College had just been around the corner. College, and then who knew what. Galaxies, maybe.

Not now. Not anymore.

Noah's breath hitches and he realizes he's crying.

"Oh shit, guys, I think I'm tripping really bad," he says in a wobbly, high pitched voice, and wipes at his cheeks.

[triskehale]

Derek has just finished taking another hit when suddenly his vision and his mind is nothing but an endless sea of space and stars. It's awe-inspiring and sort of terrifying all at once, and Derek lets out a deep breath as he pinches the cherry off of his joint and sets it down. He starts into the great beyond and then shakes his head as the vision clears.

"I know James Kirk," Derek tells Dean, nodding in an over-exaggerated sort of way. "Carried him around when he was just a tiny little thing. I can probably hook you guys up."

The sound of a hitching breath makes him look over, and he goes all protective at the sight of Noah crying. He leans over to loop his arm around Noah's shoulders, dragging him in against Derek's side and holding him tight. "It's okay, I've got you. I won't let you float away."

[godless_son]

"I rarely spent much time flying around without a specific mission, which didn't include alien searching," Castiel murmurs a little sadly, leaning into Dean's hand like a cat.

His eyes widen sluggishly as he sees Noah start to cry, wondering at how a ghost manages to produce actual tears. He wonders if the molecular structure is like regular tears.

"Noah, if you do actually float away, Derek probably cannot keep you anchored. You should let me know so I can try and do something. Something...something grace-like. Because I am very old and very powerful."