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Fallen Angel

👁️Fandom: Supernatural
❤️Ship: Castiel/Dean (Destiel)

💫Description: Castiel has been watching Dean's dreams in fear that something is wrong... The only bad thing is that Dean is confused.

⚠️Warnings: sexual content (serious smut, guys. No joke)
🤷‍♂️Content: Wet dream, suppressed emotion / questioning sexuality, first time (masturbation), fuckin hot stuff
📝Words: 1250+

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When Dean first met Castiel, he was not only filled with rage, but confusion.
Cas understood, however. I mean, being dragged out of hell by an angel for seemingly no reason could really do something to a man...

When Dean started to become friends with Castiel, he found himself thinking things he had never thought of before. Once he wrapped his head around the whole 'angels-are-real-and-god-is-a-dick' thing, his mind managed to wander.

At first he thought it was just his body wanting something new; something to shock him out of all this new information. But of course, even after a few rendezvous with porn sites he thought he'd never be willing look at, he found that it might not just be his body.

When Cas gave Dean that dominating stare, it took everything in him not to break down. He didn't know why this was happening to him! He used to eye down almost every girl on the street, but now, even thinking about being intimate was making him feel sick.

He had a crush.

When you like someone too much, you feel like you're cheating on them, even when you're not really together... You want everything in your body language, your eyes, your heart, to call out for that person. Because you want them to know you want them, and you want them to want you back...

Dean slowly, but surely, degraded himself into a place of self-destruction and shame.

It started when Dean found himself leaning into Cas' touch more so than usual while he was being healed.
Cas noticed, but thought that the affection he was feeling burning through his fingertips was just Dean being happy to be healed so quickly.

It took some time for Cas to understand how complicated humans were; how they couldn't always just say what was on their mind. It had to be the right time.

So Cas waited for Dean to tell him what was wrong.
He knew something was wrong. It took Dean longer to fall asleep than normal, he had been avoiding eye contact with people, his heart would beat fast at random moments, and he just didn't seem to be his spunky self.

Cas knew Dean would hate it, but at night sometimes, Castiel would press his hand against Dean's forehead and watch his dreams play out. If there were no dreams that night, Cas would slowly fill him with positive energy and confidence.

Dean kept having dreams about Cas. They would start normal, then spiral out of control, and they all seemed so real.

There was one where Dean was comforting Cas after he had beheaded a vampire, then suddenly Castiel leaned up and kissed him.
Another, Cas was dying in Dean's arms, blood pooling through his Trench coat and onto Dean's hands.
One where Sam had to drive Cas out of his vessel, while Dean was tied down, begging for him not to.

Some weren't even logically correct. There was one where Cas had a lip piercing and played the drums.

The most recent, where Castiel's wings were wrapped around him, both of the boys pressed together, sweaty and naked, rocking against each other while... Well, that's when Dean woke up. He almost caught Cas that night too.

Castiel had rushed back to his room, wondering why his heart was beating so fast. Leaning against the door, he caught his breath, then noticed his pants were tight, and he found himself unbuttoning them to relieve the pressure.

Dean was having a dream about him. Castiel had watched it in real-time. Dean's hands had been on Castiel's back, rubbing circles into the muscle below his wings. It felt so good. Too good to handle.

He'd gotten hard before, and had to do some research to find out how to make it stop, but this time, he didn't want to. He didn't want it to just go away. He wanted to try touching himself tonight...

He ran his fingernails over his bulge, gasping lightly at the sensation that ran through his spine as he did so. He felt himself throb and he groaned, pulling the front of his pants down for easier access.

He still had underwear on, but he didn't want to rush. He kept lightly moving his fingers over his length, then finally wrapped his hand around it, biting his lip and moaning. He gave a few slow squeezes, then kept moving his fingers slowly.

He moved each finger individually, lightly scratching his length through his underwear. He traced one finger to his balls before he squeezed them as well, his head thumping back against the door.

By now, he was fully erect, and precome had just started to leak from him, starting to make a small wet spot on his underwear.

When he left Dean's room, he had left the door open. So now, without him realizing, Dean was on the other side of Castiel's door, his hand raised, ready to knock and ask if he was okay. But just before he did, he heard an undeniable moan come from the other side.

Cas had started rubbing the tip, massaging the precome out of himself. It felt so good, but there was so much pressure. He took off his pants entirely, but only shoved his underwear down just above his knees. He stayed against the door and watched as his dick sprung free.

It was weird; feeling the cold air against himself, seeing his cock hard and really looking at it this time...

He ran his fingers up his shaft again, comparing it to how it felt before. He let out a breathy moan, taking note that it felt very different. His touch was focused in one area now, as opposed to the fabric straining against him. It was good.

He repeated all the moves he had done before, squeezing the base of his cock, then his balls. He hardly noticed, but the whole time, he was whimpering to himself, wanting more, but not really knowing how to get there...

This is what Dean was hearing now. He lowered his hand as his mouth fell open. Those were definitely moans, and that was definitely Cas. Of course, it had to be tonight; right after a wet dream about him and Cas...

A soft, muffled groan made Dean bite his lip and move closer, listening to Castiel's heavy breathing and picturing him with his hand wrapped around himself.

Castiel was rubbing the head, feeling his rough fingers over his smooth skin. He kept doing that until it didn't feel right, then he slid his hand down his length, keeping his hand loose. He kept repeating this, letting out a strained huff of a moan when his finger ran over his slit.

Dean's breathing was getting heavy now too, and he really did just want to go back to bed, but he felt glued to the spot. He shifted his feet, just to make sure he could still move, and when he did so, he heard the sweetest sound ever, come through the door.

All the girls he had been with had never made a sound so sexy. Without thinking, Dean pressed one palm over his dick, still clothed and making a tent against his boxers. He moaned lightly at the touch, then moved his other hand back up to the door, ready to barge in, or better, knock.

Cas had just started to pump himself with his whole hand wrapped snugly around his shaft, when he heard the soft knock against his door. Dean's voice followed shortly after.

"Cas, let me in. I wanna help."