Bare My Soul | Destiel AU

Oh, Dean

Castiel had been getting ready for their orientation for their second year of college when he felt Dean press against his clothed wings, strong arms wrapping around his waist as he finished buttoning up the white collared-shirt. He let out a soft sigh, leaning back against the slightly taller man and looked over his shoulder, their lips only a hairbreadths away.

"Hey." Dean said softly, his breath smelling of mint toothpaste and not surprisingly, pie. Castiel smiled though, loving the scent as he leaned just a bit closer, breathing in all that was easily the best thing his father had created; breathing in all that was Dean Winchester.

"Are you ready to go?" Castiel asked after a moment, being careful not to get lulled in by Dean. The Winchester always had a....way to get them late for the important things, and Castiel always fell for it because of those damn eyes.

"Not quite. I've got more thing I need to do." Dean replied a little too nonchalantly, pecking Castiel's lips before releasing him. Castiel narrowed his eyes, watching Dean carefully in the mirror as the Winchester pulled off his shirt suspiciously.

"Dean Winchester, what do you think you are doing?" Castiel asked, turning and facing Dean. The Winchester grinned, placing his hands on the angel's hips and pulling him closer to his warm, welcoming skin.

"Seducing you. Is it working?" Dean asked, giving him the cheeky smile that he knew was Castiel's weakness. The angel, however, wasn't having any and pointedly turned his head away, although it had more hesitation in it than he would like to admit.

"No, it is not. We do not to be late again." Castiel replied, pushing Dean's hands off his hips. It didn't get him far though, as the Winchester's wicked fingers moved to his back, pressing at the area where the wings met skin and making Castiel shiver.

"Come on, Cas. Let me brush your wings." Dean whispered teasingly, moving his hands along the ridges that connected to Castiel's shoulder blades. The angel couldn't speak, his voice failing him as pleasure raced through his spine. 

Castiel couldn't even force himself to move as Dean slowly moved his hands from Castiel's wings to his shirt, slowly undoing each button and letting the shirt fall open with a nervous swallow from Castiel. The Winchester slid his hands along the angel's prominent hip bones, sliding up along his sides before slowly pushing the cloth off his shoulders.

"D-Dean." Castiel said, a meek warning as Dean merely gave him a reassuring smile, easing the shirt to the floor and sliding his hands back to the wings, grabbing some of the feathers gently in his hands and rubbing them. Castiel couldn't help himself as he kissed Dean passionately, every hair on his neck standing on end as the grip on his feather's tightened.

Dean didn't waste time in easing him back towards the bedroom, his hands roaming towards Castiel's pants and tugging at the button until it came loose. The angel forgot what he was supposed to be arguing about as the Winchester pushed him onto one of the beds, hovering over him and kissing his neck.

"On your knees." Dean ordered, his teeth finding the soft skin behind Castiel's ear that made him moan, shakily following orders and revealing his back and wings to Dean. The Winchester took his sweet time, sliding his hand up through the soft threads of the feathers, reaching along the spine and rubbing at the spot where they connected to the actual wing. 

Castiel's back spasmed in pleasure, a soft cry escaping his lips as his wings arched out for Dean to have better access, a slight desperation coming in his features as Dean gently eased his way through, avoiding the special places that drove Castiel crazy. Instead, he just diverted around the areas, making the angel squirm and push against Dean, a protest on his lips.

"Ssh. Don't want to bother our neighbors." Dean whispered, a breathy chuckle escaping his lips as he wickedly skirted one of the areas, only to come back and squeeze full force along the spine of his largest feather. The angel couldn't handle anymore and swept his wings out, pushing Dean back and scrambling on top of him before the Winchester even had a chance to respond.

Castiel ground down on Dean, his breath already growing heavy as he clenched Dean's jacket, tugging at it to get it off. Dean could only comply, tugging off the leather as the angel began undoing the buttons of his shirt as quick as he could. It took all he had not to just rip it off.

Castiel popped the button of Dean's jeans before he even got the chance to pull off his shirt, tugging them down and forcing him to roll over. He kissed the back of Dean's neck, making the Winchester shiver and let out a soft moan, glancing back at Castiel.

"I guess you're topping this time?" Dean asked, a playful look in his eyes. Castiel swallowed, nodding and pecking Dean on the lips before slowing down, his eyes beginning to glow blue as began slicking up Dean's entrance.

Dean's body began glowing green, his soul beginning to reveal itself as Castiel finished prepping him properly and slid his member into the Winchester. Moans began sounds of pure energy, buzzing between them as blue slowly mixed in with green and turned a dazzling white.

The green soul of Dean surged around Castiel as he eased in and out of the Winchester in a firm rhythm, his breaths that escaped his lips expelling some of his soul and mixing with the air around them. Castiel leaned forwards, one hand for balance while the other slid along Dean's arm, taking its place on the brightest part of their connected souls.

Castiel's mind melded with Dean's, the pleasure the both of them infusing, each one losing their own individuality and becoming one. Castiel's mind became swamped with Dean's thoughts, his movements almost habitual as he sped up with Dean's requests through his mind. Dean arched his back, the glowing deep green of his mouth so close for Castiel's own taking.

So he did, green and blue meeting in a heated battle for dominance that brightened the soul between their mouthes again and again until it was pure white, blinding even Castiel. They met for the last time, both their pleasures overwashing them, and the soul burst, dazzling the entire room in a blanket of pure white dust-like grace.

Castiel fell from the mind's eye, his breath coming in heaving pants as he realized he had spilled all his seed inside Dean. The Winchester was shaking all over, his eyes wide and pupils blown.

"I still can't get over when we do that." Was all that Dean could commented, falling limp with a soft laugh. Castiel slumped on top of him in response, his wings falling over them and protecting them from sight in a cocoon of warmth.