Summary: Late night research turns into more after teaching Cas how to use the computer.
Word Count: 408
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“I will never understand you humans and knowing how to use all of this technology” it was currently late at night in the bunker, Sam and Dean had long ago gone to bed in preparation for the next days hunt, You and Castiel however decided to stay awake in order to get in as much research as you both possibly could before you all set off in the morning. It was becoming more and more clear that you were getting along much better than your winged friend was.
“You're not even on the search bar Cas” you stated trying your very hardest not to laugh at the angel’s struggles. You would have thought that angels would already know how to do everything before they got down here, them being all knowing beings and all but that has proved to be far from the truth as you watched on as Cas hap haphazardly started typing single letters on the keyboard not understanding how it wasn’t knowing what he wanted it to do.
“Here let me help”, you started getting closer to Cas scooting in next to him and leaning in a little more than necessary just to be that much closer to the angel. “This is how you use it, see?” you stated looking over at him, though due to your height difference you were more likely looking up at him even though you were both sat next to each other. As you looked over towards Cas however you saw that his focus was not on what you were showing him on the computer but instead focused on your face the entire time.
You don’t know whether it was the close proximity you both shared or the love sick face that he had as he stared into your eyes but in this moment you were so thankful of your decision to sit just that bit closer.
You both sat there in a comfortable silence staring at one another as Cas closed the gap between the two of you and kissed you with such intensity it quite literally took your breath away. “Who needs to understand technology when I have the smartest person in the world?” That statement was far from the truth, you weren't the smartest but to Cas he fully meant it and just knowing that fact made you feel so loved and appreciated that you fell more in love with the angel, if that was even possible.
Maybe one of these nights you’ll sleep. Like you'll get some actual sleep, not one of those naps that the Impala lulls you into on a long trip, but a sleep where you dream of things that don’t wake you up in the middle of the night and scare you so much that you can’t bring yourself to go back and try again.
See, because Cas was an angel, he didn’t need sleep. So, normally, he’d spend his nights somewhere around the bunker, either reading in the library or ‘researching’ American television programmes. No matter what he was doing, he was always there for when you couldn’t face the nightmares.
Recently Castiel wasn’t around at night. In the daytime, the angel still arrived to wherever you were to help with cases, but he’d disappear each evening, never telling you where he was going. You’d tried asking Sam and Dean where he’d gone but they told you they claimed to not know either. You knew they were lying but couldn’t be bothered to push it.
“Y/N, you look exhausted.”
“Gee, thanks, Dean.”
“You’re welcome.”
You dragged yourself, wrapped in a fluffy blanket, around the bunker to the kitchen to get a mug of coffee. You stumbled into every surface you could possibly lean on. Dean was too absorbed into whatever he was doing to notice the noises you were making every time you had a corner of something jab you in the hip.
You sighed, finally making it to the coffee machine, and blinked repeatedly trying to focus your constantly blurry eyes. You rubbed your face trying to wake yourself up. No matter what you did, you couldn’t focus your vision. Your eyes began to water, but you couldn’t tell if you were tired or actually upset over your mind’s confusion.
You knew lack of sleep wasn’t good for your body or your mind. It can make a person fuzzy, evidently, make them feel insane and lose any sense of being. You felt like you were slowly submerging into that state. The little naps just didn’t even it out. You needed Cas.
“Where the fuck are you?”
You looked around half expecting him to turn up, but knowing that he wouldn’t. You were right. You wandered back to where Dean was sitting. He acknowledged you with a nod and carried on reading. You blew gently on your coffee embracing the silence resonating in the bunker, well, apart from the page turns from Dean and his book.
“Hey, can you pass me that book? The one on the coffee table?”
You got up with a smile, discarding the blanket and happy to help Dean out. But that soon faded as the exhaustion caught up with your body and you collapsed almost straight to the floor. Dean had moved fast enough to keep your head from hitting the floor.
“Shit, Y/N!”
Sam emerged from his room at the loud sound of Dean’s chair falling over and hitting the floor. You looked up, eyes finally in focus.
“What?”
“What do you mean, ‘what’?”
“Why am I on the floor?”
“You just fell. Out like a light.”
“Huh.”
You went to get back up, brushing Dean off, but your head whirled, pushing you back to the position you were in. Sam approached the two of you.
“What’s happening, Y/N?”
“Look, since Cas has been disappearing every night, I haven’t been sleeping.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I was napping on the car rides and I thought they’d cover it.”
“You just collapsed!”
“I said thought. Anyway, I’ve called Cas every night and nothing. You two weren’t telling me where he was. I guessed he was doing angel stuff, so I gave up.”
“But you still could have spoke to us.”
“No offence, but it wouldn’t have made a difference. Castiel’s presence just… relaxes me. Like my entire body and my mind actually stops feeding me nightmares.”
You sat in silence for a few minutes, the boys still processing what you’d just told them. You closed your eyes to stop the world spinning.
“Y/N…”
Castiel. You wanted to look up at the angel, but your head was too heavy and too dizzy to move. Dean picked you up and sat you on the sofa. Castiel coming to sit next to you. You sat, making no attempt at speaking.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I knew you don’t sleep well. I didn’t want to leave you every night but there’s a mess in heaven that really needs sorting.”
You were still silent. You heard Sam sigh and rub his face. They did know. Of course they knew but why couldn’t they just tell you?
“I’m here now. You can sleep now.”
You meant against him in agreement, fearing what will happen if your head even moves slightly. He gently manoeuvres you and picks you up, being careful to support your head. Your eyes remain closed as you feel him place you onto your bed.
“You can sleep now, I’ll keep you safe Y/N.”
He pulls the sheets over you as Sam walks in. You assumed he was bringing in the blanket you’d left by Dean’s books. You were proven right when you felt the fluffiness over your arms.
“Thanks, Sam.”
Castiel showed his gratitude to the younger Winchester as he closed the door behind himself. He pulled you closer to him, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You snuggled into his side, resting your head on his chest, finally feeling safe and calm enough to drift into a dream filled sleep.
Warnings; includes smut, Dean being an annoying brother
The angel was certainly adapting to earth, and that was to say the least as the heavenly specimen lay naked atop of you, his body moving in soft thrusts, newborn moans emitting from his kissable lips. Your hands ran through the dark locks of his hair, lightly trailing down his back to feel the muscles moving beneath your fingertips.
“I love you so much.” He groaned against your clavicle, his hands straining deeper upon the sheets to help his thrusts reach deeper inside of you. It felt amazing, and if you were to be a judge, you would not have thought that he had no experience in bed before you.
“You too.” You breathed, with your eyes rolling back at the sensations that were rattling through your mortal being. The pressure of your hands upon his lower shoulders increased, pulling a hum of content from the winged man.
Nothing could have made this moment better, but something could definitely ruin it. The thought hadn’t crossed either of your minds as Castiel pivoted his hips against your own, that was until a knock upon your bedroom door made you sigh in frustration.
“You should probably answer that.” Was your beloved’s recommendation, a crease forming upon his brow. He remained on top of you for a moment, his voice eliciting you to open your (Y/E/C) eyes, helping you to gaze up into his dilated pupils.
You hadn’t been that far away from reaching your peak, of course your moment couldn’t have been fulfilled. Running your hand upon the front of Cas’s shoulder, you gently pushed him off of you, whining as he slipped out, him rolling to the other side of the bed in return.
Another knock echoed against the wooden barricade, inclining you to huff at the sound. “Give me a minute!” You sighed, stepping over the discarded clothes belonging to your unearthly boyfriend, tugging on some sweats and a hoodie that were hung over the back of your desk chair. “What the fuck do you – mum?”
At the realisation that it was Mary, you gave an apologetic smile at the choice of your vocabulary. “Sorry, is there anything you need?”
It was strange to have your mother around, you hadn’t even known her before she died. You were just a baby alongside your twin Sam, Dean was the one to already have an established connection to the blonde woman.
“A talk with my daughter would be nice.” Mary smiled at you, instinctively sending you a small wink as she leaned sideways intuitively trying to see if she was permitted to enter your room.
“Uh, sure, just give me a minute.” As polite as possible, you slowly closed the door in Mary’s face, prompting Castiel to get out from under your covers and get changed. It was truly a shame, seeing as the pair of you were having a more than substantial time together. Going back to the door, as Castiel redressed himself, you exited your room, a tight lipped smile on your face.
You and Mary walked side by side to the kitchen, to where you filled a glass with some water, needing to recharge your vital necessities after certain activities. “How are the Men of Letters treating you?” You asked.
It was kind of infuriating, you and your brothers hadn’t long had her back, however she chose to continuing hunting with some stuck up Brits than catch up on the years she had missed out on with you all. Then, if she had stayed around, you could have told her less awkwardly about how you were in a relationship with an angel who had dragged your brother back from hell and sacrificed himself for you guys on many accounts.
Yet she still didn’t know, and you still hadn’t told her. The timing didn’t seem right, but apparently it never did, seeing as you evaded apocalypse after apocalypse and fought against all kinds of planet threatening dangers, to which it was hard to catch a break from.
“Good, everything is good there.” That was how Mary truly felt, it was nice to be back in business, even if she was throwing out the old way of hunting and replacing it with a more efficient way to execute all monsters. “You should come by one day, I’m sure you’d find it all quite interesting.”
“Maybe.” Another gulp of water went down the tap of your throat, you weren’t really keen on scoping out the base of the people that tortured your brother. “My schedule’s a little packed at the moment, I’m helping Cas with some angel stuff.”
A snort came from the doorway as your eldest brother walked in, a book in his hand which he placed on the side when he went to the fridge to retrieve a cold beer. Clearly he was doing some research, which was not his favourite part of a hunt at all.
“If that’s an innuendo for something else little sis, I can tell you’ve just been helping him considering the state of your hair.” As he walked by you to take a seat, he tousled your nest of a hair, making you frown up at him. Sometimes he was so infuriating, it was an honest surprise that you hadn’t murdered him in his sleep yet.
“Shut up.” You grumbled, leaning your head into your arms to block out the blush that was arising onto your face from being seen. The situation was embarrassing enough, let alone without it being exposed so casually to your mother.
“Where is your heavenly lover anyways?” He asked, to which you refused to reply. And so from your silence, the hunter chose so gracelessly to call upon the angel himself. “Cas?” It was definitely one way to succumb you to further embarrassment, and to your triggered dismay, the angel responded to his friend’s calling, coming into the kitchen, redressed and looking appetizingly normal. Or as normal as he could pass as.
“Dean.” Castiel asked his hunter comrade, stiffness that was always in his tone apparent. “What is it that you require?” After everything that he blamed himself for, he was intent on making things right again. There was nothing that he would not do to repent for his disturbing sins, and so he was urged by his conscience to help. However, his indebted assistance was not needed in this situation, only his presence.
“Is it true that you and my daughter are an item?” Mary asked tentatively, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. Dean watched her exchange with the angel, as did you. It was something that you had been dreading, the reveal.
She had missed so much in your lives, and here she was, finally about to give the boyfriend talk to the awkward angel. From having seen them speak before, it was clear that Mary was fond of the seraph, almost as though he were another son to her.
Castiel’s azure eyes went straight to you, as though he were asking for reassigned to reveal the truth to your mother. At a simple nod, Cas lightly cleared his throat, tugging nervously on his tie.
“Yes, we are, an item as you put it.” Mary smiled at his words, but a second after she stood, striding over to your boyfriend. His demeanour slumped, as though he had been expecting a calmer reaction to the ordeal.
“Well, you take care of her Castiel, she’s my daughter. If you hurt her, I won’t hesitate to use a weapon from the men of letters armoury that can mame an angel and put you down.” Patting him on the shoulder, she walked out of the room, possibly towards her room.
Cas has wide eyes, shocked by the woman’s words. They weren’t just words, it was a direct threat. “Should I be worried?”
Dean laughed, shaking his head at the dear celestial. “No, it’s normal for parents to be protective, especially over daughters.”
“Isn’t that a little sexist?” Briskly nodding, trying not to laugh at his viewpoint, you stood, walking towards Castiel.
“Yes it is, but it’s a tradition for humans I suppose.” Turning to glare at your brother, your eyes screwed into a squint at the amused sight of him. “This is his fault anyway, if he didn’t have such a blabbering mouth you’d have been spared of that... motherly talk.”
“And I welcome the credit!” Dean argued back, making you rolled your eyes at his childishness.
Summary: A helping hand turns into an ownership of a lifetime. PWP
Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub relationship, masturbation, Dom Cas, explicit language, smut.
Square Filled: Dom/Sub written for @spnkinkbingo
WC: 3797
OVER 18′s ONLY
You were in the zone, your phone in one hand, the porn playing on mute, your other hand below in your panties intent on getting yourself off. You were wet and the porn was helping you to imagine a certain blue eyed celestial being in your presence.
Your fingers slid in and out as you thought about fucking Cas. Hard. Not the soft shit either. Really fucking. The kind that made your tits bounce, made you scream hard upon orgasm and made you walk funny after.
You raised your ass to help you even further. Fuck. There it was. Your fingertips worked faster on your clit.
You turned your head and saw the angel in your room, superiority in his stance, watching you.
“Jesus effing Christ!!!!”
You pulled out and pulled the sheets around you, covering your modesty.
“You were close, why did you stop?”
You looked at him incredulous.
“I don’t know, Cas. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you’re standing here watching me!”
He shifted, moving his feet shoulder width apart. His hands moved behind his back and clasped them. It made him look tall and powerful.
“I heard you call for me. You were desperate.”
That had been in your head and you had been desperate for him to fuck you. You closed your eyes.
“Maybe... I could be of assistance. I noticed you chose to be on your front, using your hand from behind, taking turns to stimulate your vagina and clitoris manually.”
You wanted to die.
“If you wanted, I could be of service. I can do both. Where you can only do one.”
You looked at him. You really just wanted to tell him to get the hell out, but here he was offering to help you. And who were you to turn the angel down.
“All right then.”
He smiled and proceeded to take off his trench coat and blazer, draping them over a nearby chair. He rolled up his white shirt sleeves, walking towards the bed. When he came to the edge he flicked back his tie over his shoulder. He stood there as you sat there, watching.
“You can turn the pornography off now. Lie on your stomach, just as you were please and we’ll begin.”
Oh fuck.
You nodded. Words failed you. This was it. You couldn’t back down now. It was what you always wanted. You did as he asked, turning away from him and laying back down on your stomach, raising yourself a little for him. If course you were under the sheets which made it easier.
You heard his steps as he came to your side, hands slowly pulled back the sheets to reveal your naked rear and presenting genitals. The bed dipped and felt him behind you. His hands rested on your hips and your body jumped from the contact.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, just...” You trailed not knowing how to end the sentence.
“I think I got it.” His hands smoothed up and down your back, going under your t-shirt, down your legs, over your ass and up your back again.
“Don’t think.”
You nodded and tried to relax. Your heart was going a mile a minute and felt like it was gonna fucking pop out of your chest at any moment.
“Where do you keep the lubricant?”
You turned to look at him, shocked. Had you really dried up since then?
He saw your panicked look and smiled, his hands still travelling up and down your body.
“It’s just for precaution. My hands are clearly much bigger than yours and I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”
You knew how large his hands were. He had laid them on you a few times to heal wounds with his grace. You faced your bedroom wall again, dropping your head to your pillow.
“Bedside table. Top drawer.”
He reached over you, opening the drawer and picked up the lubricant. From the corner of your eye, you saw him about to close the drawer before something caught his eye, and made him reach in.
Oh shit.
He pulled out the black silicone vibrator and studied it.
“This is an impressive tool, Y/N.”
“It was a gift. I haven’t actually used it.”
“Penetratively?”
“No.”
“But you have used it to stimulate yourself, for a clitoral orgasm.”
Fuck. He could tell when you weren’t being truthful, or just hiding the truth. You nodded, letting the truth prevail.
“Did you want to?” He moved to see your face. “Did you want me to insert this inside you?”
You were lost for words and below you could feel yourself throbbing and a dull ache inside had you clenching softly.
“I-“
“We’ll see how you go.”
He placed the vibrator on your bedside cabinet and closed the drawer.
Did he know what he was doing? Did he know that he was the master of your undoing? You tried to relax again, trying to zone out and not freak out. Of course you wanted this. You wanted Castiel to touch you in the best way. But it was all so sudden.
His hands continued as before, up your back and back down, round the globes of your ass and down your legs. His hands moved to your inner thighs and skimmed past the outer lips and back over your rear. He continued this for a few moments before moving away entirely. Behind, you heard the click and snap of a bottle before one hand rested on your hip and his other traced your outer lips with lubricated fingers.
He touched slowly, teasing and torturing you.
“Why do you watch pornography Y/N?”
You didn’t know how to answer that question.
“Well, to get myself in the mood.”
He hummed.
“But you think of me also. Do you think of us doing those acts?”
Oh shit.
You wanted to answer but he was stroking your inner lips now and you didn’t know how either. He was distracting you. And of course you did. You knew you did.
“Do you always tend to go for erotic massages or do you mix it up a little?”
His fingers moved over your clit and dipped down to your entrance, before moving back up and away.
You couldn’t talk. Didn’t want to. You liked how open to conversation Castiel was about your porn viewing habits but that didn’t mean you wanted to admit them.
“Would you watch tantric sex? I believe that’s quite close to your preferences. Or perhaps a position in which you’re quite familiar with, from behind?”
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!
Erotic massages, tantric sex, doggy style, what the hell was he doing?
His fingers dipped, you were wet and he was ridiculously good at this. You let out a groan as he slid a finger in.
He was bigger than yours and longer. He stroked you slowly before moving out and resuming the touch over your soaked sex.
“Have you ever had sex?”
You nodded and he went back to massaging the outer lips.
Fuck.
He knew you were lying. Over you a hand reached out and grabbed the vibe. He switched it on and you heard the buzz. You wanted him to sink it into your aching drenched cunt but you knew it would hurt. Like hell.
“Wait.”
You looked behind, saw the black vibrator in his hand and saw the lift in his brow.
“I- I haven’t. Ever.”
He didn’t switch it off.
“I don’t understand why you lied, but if you do it again, I will walk right out that door and you will never have sexual relations with me again.”
You nodded and faced the wall again.
The black silicone head touched your clit and you jerked, feeling the vibrations course up your sex in lightning speed and settle in your belly.
“For ten seconds I will hold this here. For ten seconds you will not move, or squirm or moan.”
“What if I...”
“Cum?”
You shuddered in pleasure.
“Then it’s sayonara .”
Fuck.
You counted down from ten to zero slowly as he held the vibrator to your clit. In those ten seconds he slid a finger in and stroked you. For ten seconds you played a game: trying to ignore the pleasure. Trying to ignore the pooling in your pussy. For ten seconds you had mind over matter.
After those long ten seconds he pulled it away and switched it off.
“Excellent.”
You let out a pant.
“Good to know you listen to me.”
Fuck. He owned you. And he knew it.
A finger still inside you, stroking his thumb came to move over your clit. Fuck. You trembled under his touch.
“Have you ever thought about me kissing you here?”
He was back to regular probing questions. You nodded. The hell with keeping it in. It wasn’t helping.
“Maybe one day I will indulge you with cunnilingus.”
His thumb moved faster over your clit and he added a finger. You groaned from discomfort. You were tight around him.
“Have you ever had male fingers inside you, other than mine?”
You shook your head.
“Hmm.”
“I’m not lying.”
“I know.”
A warmth seeped inside you, around his fingers relaxing you, relaxing your inner muscles.
“Fu- what’s that?”
“My grace. I’m using it to ease your discomfort.”
His fingers pumped steadily as the discomfort dissipated. You were still tight but that wasn’t a problem. He flicked over your clit. You widened your legs pushing your ass up even more. The pleasure he produced rolled making you want to moan out in gratification.
He nudged his fingers slightly which caused you to clench hard around him, feeling it gather in your belly. He rubbed and like a freight train it happened. You clenched hard, cumming around his fingers, moaning out into your pillow, your hands fisting the bedsheets. Each spark set off another smaller one until you were a quivering wreck, trembling in the aftermath.
You had never come like that before. Ever.
You groaned and he let your body down on the bed.
“You did well.”
You were spent. Thirsty. And hungry.
You mumbled something incoherent.
“Roll over for me.”
You rolled over, facing him. He pressed fingers to your stomach before spreading your legs for him.
“Does this make it more intense, with you being able to watch me?”
You gulped and nodded.
“Good.”
Fuck.
Above you he propped your pillows and pushed some more under your back. He took the black vibrator from beside him and flicked the button. You clenched, readying again.
“You did very well. I want you to do the same, but with this.”
Your mouth was dry. There was no way that was happening.
“You have to trust me. Now watch.”
You watched as he brought it closer, until he had it resting over your opening. He toyed with you, teasing your entrance and clit with it. You closed your eyes, allowing the pleasure.
“Watch me.”
You opened your eyes and watched him and he slowly pushed the tip inside you. You shuddered, letting the vibrations to quell any discomfort. He nudged it upward and it had you clenching around the shaft.
“Clench harder.”
You tried to but the vibrations were lubricating you, preparing you.
“Cas, I can’t.”
“Do it.”
He rested the buzzing head on a soft sweet spot and you did as he asked. You shivered, and your whole body shook, fingers trembling as you grabbed a fistful of your duvet sheet. You panted as he moved the head around then slowly watching you, pushed the shaft inside.
You grimaced and groaned. You knew you were being a wimp but you couldn’t help it. He pressed a button and you felt the subtle vibrations increase. Your discomfort eased as you felt your walls adjust around the toy shaft.
“I’m going to use this toy to make you orgasm. And when you do, you shall call me Master.”
“M-master?” You stammered.
He nodded.
“Let’s practice, shall we?”
You nodded, letting the good vibrations settle inside your gut.
“Who am I?”
“M-master.”
The word felt so strange on your tongue. And unused. It wasn’t normal.
“Without the stutter, please.”
You shuddered as he pressed another button, bringing the vibrations up a notch.
The word formed on your lips but you were unsure if you were going to say it without stuttering.
“I see it on those lips of yours. Say it, call me-“
“Master.” You panted cutting him off.
Fuck. Pleasure coiled tightly inside your belly and your breath came out sharp and heavy.
“Cas, please turn it down, I-“
He grasped your jaw, bearing down on you, pushing the vibrator further in, until it was fully sheathed inside of you making you moan obscenely loud.
“When we’re like this, I am your master, and you must call me that. I am not Cas to you unless I say so. This toy has three more levels, do not make me use the highest function before I have to. Do you understand?”
You nodded. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Master.”
He moved away, letting you rest and went back between your legs. He was silent for a moment. You squeezed your eyes shut, the pleasure inside was torture. You could feel it tingling all over and around.
“Does it feel good?”
You nodded, and answered
“Yes, Master.”
He smiled. Then pressed a button, turning it up higher, grabbing the handle he pulled out and thrust in, bottoming out, over and over again. The intense feeling and pleasure had you creaming, clenching the shaft hard and moaning out loud.
“I am going to bring you to orgasm, Y/N.”
His hand gripped the handle and Castiel lent over you. Your eyes flicked up as he knelt over you. He fucked you with the toy. Hard. The black silicone vibrator which had been kept in your drawer for approximately three years except when needed was now pumping fast inside you, gliding easily around slick walls. Your thighs quaked and couldn’t stop crying out, unable to control your breaths or how much your body vibrated in the rapture.
“Let’s see if you can handle it.”
Handle what? Your body writhed underneath him, invisible fingers tugged and rolled your pebbled nipples. A button was pushed and was pressed to that sweet spot inside of you. You squirmed, unable to hold it off. You shuddered as your muscles contracted multiple times around the device. You looked up into his intense blue eyes and screamed as your orgasm detonated.
“MASTER!! MASTER!”
You were cumming hard. Harder than last time and harder than ever before. You milked the silicone shaft inside of you, sobbing out for the angel above you as each eruption went off.
“Master. M-master, Master.”
It was soon over but you were still whispering his name, a mantra on your lips. He smiled, switched the vibrator off, which ceased its ministrations to your overly sensitive walls and extracted it carefully from you. You saw what he saw. It was covered in slick. Whitened slick dripped down the shaft like candle wax.
You groaned as you closed your legs, breathing hard as you began to calm down.
“You should be pleased. I am. Most pleased, in fact. When we’re through today you should clean this thoroughly.”
You nodded, giving him a dopey spent smile. He placed the toy on the side, then spread your legs again. You groaned, spent and tired.
“I’m not done and you’re not done. I’m not through with you.”
“Just... five minutes.” You asked. That’s all you wanted.
He pulled you down, and crawled over your spread eagled body.
“Who’s in charge, here?”
You looked at him with wide eyes.
“You are.”
“And what I am?” He requested, eyebrow lifted.
“My master.”
He hummed.
“And don’t you forget it.”
He booped your nose.
“But I will allow you two minutes before we continue.”
You thanked him. You pulled yourself up on weakened arms.
“My little dove, devoted to serving her Master.” He moved from the bed and you looked at him as he stood before you. “Will you bow down and profess your undying loyalty to me?”
“Yes.”
His brow arched and his plush lips curved into a smile.
“Yes, Master.” You quickly corrected.
“Kneel down, my dove, and worship at your Masters feet.”
He stepped back to let you slip off the bed. You stood on wobbly legs to kneel down. You looked at him.
“Bow your head.”
Your head bowed touching the ground and you praised Castiel, your master. Above you, you could feel his satisfaction. You didn’t know how it happened but you’d be damned if you were going to displease him. You lived to serve him and only him.
“when you please your Master, you will be rewarded. Stand my dove and your master shall give you what you’ve been wanting.”
You pulled yourself up from the ground and opened your eyes looking up. Your tongue darted out to slick your lips. Castiel stood naked, his erect cock just above your eyesight. He was glorious. The soft, almost purple mushroom head, bobbed against his stomach. No vein escaped your vision as they strained along his shaft. He was thick in girth and impressive in length.
“Do you like the sight of your Master?”
You nodded, words had failed you.
“I want to hear it vocally, little dove.”
“Yes, master.”
“Do you want to kiss your Master’s erection?”
You nodded.
“Yes, Master.”
He hummed in approval.
“One day, I will treat my doves mouth and allow you to perform fellatio upon your Master.”
“Thank you, Master.”
His body was strong and muscled, built like an ancient Greek Olympian and all you wanted to do was kiss every inch of him, glorying in his vessel. You stood following his order and came face to face with his chest. His fingers curled under your chin, tipping slightly, allowing you to look upon his face and those cerulean eyes.
“Do you want your Master?”
“Yes. Please, Master.”
“That’s my good little dove.”
He guided you over to your bed and knelt in the centre. He crooked his finger gesturing you to follow, you did. He pulled you closer, the tip of his erection kissed your entrance. Your heart beat as he slowly lowered you down on him. You wrapped yourself around him, your nails dragging down his back as he became sheathed inside. His arms wrapped around your body, his hands grabbed the globes of your ass.
“Your virginity is mine, dove.”
“Yours, Master.” You whispered against his skin.
You hugged his body, trying to adjust to him. He was deeply seated inside of you. Never had you felt anything more incredible than him. Your vagina walls creamed around him, the heat of him making it feel ten times better than the silicone vibrator.
“Praise your Master, little dove.”
“Yes, Master.”
He held your body as he controlled how fast or how hard the strokes were. He used a mixture; hard, which had you begging and holding tight to him and fast, which had you sobbing his name. He changed position, lying you down on your back, and kneeling over you. He pounded into you at a relentless speed, leaving your whole body tingling and your pussy clenching around him.
“Cum for your master, little dove.” He growled.
You quivered as you tried to hold it off. Magical tendrils of his grace slipped inside massaging the soft sweet spot causing your climax to crash down and for you to call out for him.
Your door opened and you turned to see.
“We heard yelling. Is everything okay- Aaaahhhhhhh!!”
It was the Winchesters, back from a supply run. You squeaked, eyes wide. Castiel slammed into you, tendrils of grace flurried around your clit and another climax detonated. Castiel outstretched his hand, thrusting his hips sending the brothers flying back and the door to slam shut as you cried out.
His movements were becoming frenzied and you felt him shake and growl.
“Take my cum, dove.”
“Yes, Master.”
He groaned and held you tightly against his body as he emptied himself and your body drank the warm seed he offered you. He didn’t leave until he was sure you had taken every last drop of his.
“Well done, my devoted little dove.”
Castiel pulled out and laid beside you, keeping you close to his body.
“Thank you, Master.”
He stroked your hair and waved a hand over your body, removing any leakage and cleaning you up, letting you calm down and listen to the beat of his heart.
“Call me Cas,” He kissed your forehead and pressed his hands to your forehead. “Rest, my love, serving your Master is done for the day.”
Your eyelids felt heavy. Too heavy to lift. You closed them and began to drift off in his arms.
Warnings : Just a bit of confusion due to not remembering a previous life.
A/N : The prompt that inspired this came from the always amazing @sorenmarie87. Here’s what I did with that Immortal Artist Soulmate idea you sent.
SPN AU Bingo Round Two Masterlist.
You glided through the museum rooms, eyes scanning over paintings and sculptures as you moved past and around them. People mulled around you, some with headphones on, taking a virtual tour, some in groups with an actual tour guide, and others still, just standing and taking in the art.
You had always enjoyed the quiet hum of a museum. Drawn to it as far back as you could remember. It gave you a sense of calm, and belonging and you were never able to figure out why. Even in a foreign place, a city you’d never visited, in a museum you had never even heard of until you arrived, you felt like you were home among all the paintings.
You walked into a room filled with Renaissance paintings and smiled softly as you went. But one gave you pause. You stood there, staring at what looked far too much like yourself. A reflection, almost, looking back at you with a longing. You looked around you, glancing at other patrons, other paintings, and across the room, you saw another.
It had to be a coincidence that it looked like you, right? This was, what? 15th century art you were walking towards? Had to be a coincidence. This one was similar in style as the other, perhaps same artist and model? Tearing your eyes away, you opted to move on from these and put them from your mind.
You were looking at an 18th century painting when it happened again. You felt like you were looking at a painting of yourself in a garden with a man, a lover. It was an intimate painting and again, you quickly tore your eyes away. Your eyes went to the signature in the corner. ‘Castiel’. The name was familiar to you, an image at the back of your mind that you couldn’t quite pull forth.
Returning back to the Renaissance room, you searched that first painting again, and found what looked to be the same name. Then you crossed the room to search the other, and once again saw the name ‘Castiel’, but how was that possible?
Looking up at the painting once more, you studied the figure of the woman who looked just like you. In this painting, she was half nude, breasts exposed, and you had to stop yourself from bringing your hands to your own breasts as if to cover, or maybe compare them.
“What do you think of this one?”
You glanced at the man who’d walked up next to you and startled you out of your thoughts, then looked back at the painting. “It’s eerie.”
“Eerie, how?” he was watching you.
“It looks so much like me. Doesn’t it?”
“That’s not uncommon.” He shrugged and turned to the painting in question. “Isn’t that a thing on the internet? People taking pictures with paintings that look like them?”
“I suppose..” He was right, of course. You’d seen someone doing that very thing in one of the other rooms, but you couldn’t shake that feeling.
“Other than that, though. What do you think?”
“It’s beautiful.”
“Yes, she is.” You looked over, and he wore a soft smile and a look of longing, like he knew her and missed her with all his heart.
“Probably why he used her for a model.” your voice was low as you watched him, watched the smile widen on his face.
“No. I think he used her because he loved her.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Look at her. Look at the expression on her face, how she looks at him as he paints her. But also look at how he portrays her, she is the centre of everything, his whole world. He presents her in such an intimate way. He loved her.”
You furrowed your brow at him. “Who are you?”
He turned to you, looking at you in much the same way he’d looked at the woman in the painting, as if you were both one in the same. “My name is Castiel.”
Your eyebrows shot up. “You’re-”
“I am. And I have missed you, so much. You are still as beautiful as the first time we met. I just wish one day you could remember it.”
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Dean rubbed a hand over his face. “Uhh... no. No. Not this time.”
“What’s going on?” A heavy, dark cloud shadowed Cas’s face. It wasn’t like you to miss a single hunt, and you had missed a string of them in recent days.
Dean hesitated, wondering best how to explain to the angel what was happening without worrying him excessively. He quickly realized that Cas would worry regardless. “Y/N has been pretty down lately--anxiety and depression. Just--just thinking resting will help.”
The cloud on Cas’s face only darkened further. “Can I go? I want to see her.” His brow was wrinkled with concern and his stare was intense.
Dean shrugged his hands into his pockets. “I think that would be a good idea actually. A really good idea.”
Cas nodded. “Good. I’ll go immediately--unless you and Sam need help here.”
Dean smiled at the angel’s urgency. “No, you should go. We can handle a few ghouls.”
Without another word the angel was gone. Urgently wanting to be by your side to see you through the dark fog you found yourself stuck in.
[...continued] It has been days since the mysterious lights roared across the night sky and you haven’t slept more than a few accidental minutes since then. The haunting words from the woman in white keep echoing through your brain.. “the end is coming for us all”. Countless hours of research haven’t gotten you any closer to understanding what this meant. You’ve spent days locked away in your motel room rummaging through lore books without any luck
Genuinely perplexed and utterly exhausted you close your laptop and put away the frail books. How long has it been since you’ve had a decent meal? The vending machine down the hall can only sustain you for so long. Starving and mentally exhausted you decide to go for a drive around town for a bite to eat.
“Thank God!”, you can see there’s a diner not too far from the motel. It’s no five-star restaurant but damnit, it’ll do!
As you enter the diner you see that it’s fairly empty. Seems like you’ve missed the lunch rush. Thank goodness. This town hasn’t been very inviting, so you’d like to keep your interactions to a minimum. You make your way through the diner to a booth near the back. Normally, you prefer to take a seat beside the back exit wherever you go. Just incase things go awry and you need to make a quick escape. As you get situated in your booth, you see a small gang of “men” crowding around a corner table. You’ve been around to enough towns to know deviants when you see them. The longer you sat there, the louder the group got. Annoyed, you weigh your options. To stay in the diner with the group of degenerates staring or to get your food to go and dine with the roaches in the motel? You decide the lesser of two evils would be to stay in the diner and tough it out.
“Ready to order?”, the waitress mutters seeming almost annoyed. Honestly you had forgotten about food. Quickly thumbing through the menu, you decide to go with a classic diner staple: a cheeseburger.
Impatiently waiting for your food, your brain begins to race thinking about the case.You’ve been practically killing yourself for the past week trying to understand what happened. All you knew was that this “light show” didn’t just happen in this dizzy little town. Events like this were recorded all over the world that very same night. This is something bigger than the typical monsters you’re used to dealing with.
Ready to dive back into the books, you finish your meal quickly. Still hungry, but without any more tolerance for the rude glares from the locals, you order something else to-go for later. Doggy bag in hand, you head out toward the motel. This time you decide to take a shortcut through the back lot. This meant walking through an alley, but that sort of thing hasn’t phased you since you learned what goes bump in the night. As you make your way around the front corner of the diner you see a small group gathered. There they are all 5 douchebags from the diner. Only this time there is someone else with them. It appeared to be a homeless man, minding his own business sitting against the wall by the dumpster. The group of men were taking turns taunting him loudly and 1 brazen idiot from the group broke from the pack and kicked the man in the gut completely unwarranted. You take off in a full sprint toward the ruckus. The group’s laughter quickly turned to gasps as you grab the instigator by the arm and knocked him down with a quick uppercut. “What the hell is going on here?!” You ask assertively as you shove the now bloodied man away. This didn’t sit well with the group. “You bitch!”, “What the hell?”, the men begin to clamor. Now you’ve pissed them off. The 4 men left standing are all ready to brawl; fists balled and eyes glazed over in anger. You’re out numbered. You quickly draw your gun and step backwards to protect the homeless man who was now crawled up against the dumpster shielding himself against any further attacks. “It’s your choice boys. Just how much trouble do you want to find yourselves in today?”, you yell as you pull out your fake F.B.I. badge. Seeing this, the group quickly disbursed but not without a slew of slander as they went.
As soon as the men were out of sight, you holster your gun and turn to the homeless man on the ground. His clothes are tattered and dirty. He was handsome with a scruffy beard and kind eyes. He seemed harmless. Just like another guy down on his luck. Before you could speak, he looked up at you and said with a husky voice and pained smile, “thank you”. He said and he felt this wave of calm wash over you. “It was common decency. No one deserves to be treated like that. No need to thank me” “ I’m Y/N” you extended your hand to shake his. He hesitantly grips your hand and responds, “Castiel”. [...to be continued]
