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12 April 2010 @ 09:10 pm
fic, Supernatural: it would go down easy if you spend the night (Dean/Castiel), NC17  
Title: it would go down easy if you spend the night
Rating: NC17
Pairing: past!Dean/future!Castiel
Warnings: rimming, suggested drug use
Words: 957
Summary: Not even in your most hopeful fantasies you thought it would go like this.
Spoilers: up until 5x04.
Disclaimer: SPN isn't mine, like it's news whatsoever.
A/N: originally written for mf_luder_xf for the five acts meme, with the prompts rimming and biting. Second person POV, all the warnings that come with f!Cas implied. Title from Velvet Revolver.

If only you didn’t know better, you’d think that this is happening just in your head. It’s not like you haven’t fantasized about something like this for years, now.

(Most times, you were high.)

But you know better. Because not even in your most hopeful fantasies you thought it would go like this.

In those fantasies, Dean would come into your cabin, send everyone out, tell you that he was sorry and you’d say that well, late is better than never (you could never not forgive him something), and then you’d kiss and he’d make love to you as he used to before Detroit and he’d stay after. You wouldn’t do much; hell, in comparison to your weekly orgies with girls whose name you don’t even remember, your fantasies concerning Dean are so vanilla that he would probably make fun of you, if he knew.

Point is, it happened, but it didn’t go like this.

Just to say the main difference, it’s the Dean that came from before, not the fearless leader whom you don’t recognize anymore.

You had thought he’d just be disgusted, after finding out how low you’ve fallen; after all, he only knows you as you were.

You hadn’t expected him to crash your orgy before it even began. You hadn’t expected him to force you to sit down on your bed and then to kneel in front of you. You hadn’t expected him, then, to say that he was fucking sorry for himself and for you on his behalf, and you hadn’t expected him to say, thanks for sticking around anyway.

And then he kissed you as you had always hoped he would again, gentle and soft and like it mattered, and then he laid you down on your stomach, and told you to just trust him for five minutes. And you did, as you always have, because after all you can’t walk away from him.

Then he slowly pushed your jeans down your legs, taking them completely off. You felt Dean spread your legs, slightly, not as much as you’d have expected, and then he lowered his head as you felt your buttocks being spread apart.

And then his tongue slowly, carefully touched the rim around your entrance. You had choked then, not expecting it, but then he stopped enough to tell you to fucking relax and let him work, and you did.

Now his tongue is still there, connecting with your skin in short, quick licks, and circling the hole slowly, with something that you can only describe as consideration; it almost feels like he’s following a pattern and the more it goes on, the more you feel yourself lose control. If he wasn’t keeping your hips steady with his hands, you would be thrusting up without managing to control it. But it doesn’t even feel like he’s restraining you; it feels like he’s almost worshipping your body with his tongue and fuck, five years ago you could have never used that verb referring to something such as this. You had never thought he would do something like this, but he is, oh, he is, and his tongue now is plunging deeper, farther down, where it’s even more sensitive and oh, your nerves are on fire. On fire like they haven’t been in forever, orgies or not, and his hands are still holding you down with a firmness that isn’t intrusive at all, and you could cry in joy as his tongue flickers and you feel heat rushing through every part of you.

“Dean,” you whisper, wrecked and sounding almost desperate; you don’t even know what you’re asking for, and you think you’re this close to coming just from this, but he seems to get whatever it is that you can’t say and he stops. But his hands now run up slowly and gently over your sides and you shiver as he runs his tongue along the rim again before raising his head for good. He turns you over, then, and kisses you like before another time. Still gentle and slow, and it undoes you almost as much as the rest.

You don’t expect the bite that follows next when his head moves and his teeth lightly grasp the skin on your shoulder, because after all it’s fair that he’d leave a mark. You did it on him years ago, hadn’t you? Even if now the Dean that has lived through this doesn’t seem to remember anymore.

“Dean, what about…” you whisper, the dark patch on his jeans a dead giveaway of Dean’s own hardness, but he shakes his head before your hand can reach his waist and lays you down on your back, biting gently on your other shoulder again and then moving on to your pulse point.

You suddenly realize how fast your heart is beating.

“This isn’t for me, you goddamn self-sacrificing idiot,” he whispers, but the way he says it makes it obvious that he doesn’t really mean the insult. “Let me take care of things and don’t do anything,” he asks, looking at you like he really wants to fix at least a small piece of you, or at least like he wants to try, and you nod at him. There’s a thrill shaking your frame which is nothing like amphetamines, but it can’t, because they always were a poor substitute for him. Then his mouth wraps around your cock and you feel something close to ecstasy; true to your word, you let him take care of things; and for a fleeting moment you wonder if, after all, someone whom you thought didn’t care about you anymore and for whom you stopped searching long ago, has seen fit to grant you some happiness, all things considered.

feeling: okayokay
on rotation: the time of your life - little steven & bon jovi
The Large Purple Weed: Dean/Castiel kisstracy on May 13th, 2010 04:33 am (UTC)
Rimming is such a guilty pleasure of mine, guhhhhh. So hot, and so so so very tender. This aches, but in a good way, and Dean wanting to take care of Cas as best he knows how warms my heart.
the female ghost of tom joad: supernatural dean/cas ANGSTjanie_tangerine on May 13th, 2010 12:42 pm (UTC)
Ee, thank you so much! I'm really glad that you liked it. ♥ And rimming is totally a guilty pleasure of mine too and this didn't want to go away so I took the occasion. ;) Again, thank you so very much! :D
Giuliae0wyn on September 14th, 2010 04:17 pm (UTC)
ahjhgnjnoijejn --> la mia coerenza al momento
Sia per lo smexing ma soprattutto perchè è molto di più di quello, è la parte psicologica che ti butta al tappeto. Voglio dire, quando Cas cerca subito di reciprocare e Dean gli dice “This isn’t for me, you goddamn self-sacrificing idiot” penso di essere crollata ;___;

E il pdv della 2° persona? Wow, non ci sono abbastanza fic scritte così.

Ah, altro passaggio che ho adorato è stato "Hell, in comparison to your weekly orgies with girls whose name you don’t even remember, your fantasies concerning Dean are so vanilla that he would probably make fun of you, if he knew.". Non so come, ma Dean e Cas sono così vivi sulla carta quando li scrivi tu
the female ghost of tom joad: supernatural dean/cas i like past you <3janie_tangerine on September 16th, 2010 10:43 am (UTC)
Mm, se ti rendo incoerente vuol dire che posso sentirmi soddisfatta. ;)

Comunque sottoscrivo sul fatto che la seconda persona è sottovalutata. A me piace da morire (mi sa che si vede), ma per questa in terza non funzionava altrettanto bene e almeno secondo me rendeva meglio. ;_; comunque grazie mille! :D e sapere che ti piace come li scrivo mi fa davvero piacere, grazie ancora ;__; (e argh, scusa per i vari crolli comunque *passa un fazzoletto in ritardo*) <333333
Chanellemchanellem on February 13th, 2011 06:19 pm (UTC)
AW! Futur Cas I love him to much :D This was kinda sad, i feel all weird inside. But I loved it :)