Fathered By A Vampire- Part 1: The Vampire Child Series

Chapter 17- Distract Me

Warning: Smut; Wing Kink; Gay Sex; Mentions of Masturbation

Dean rinsed his hand under sink water and wrapped it. He dropped his head as emotions flooded his brain. Dean went to his room and sat on his bed.

"Hey, Cas, it's Dean," Dean prayed, "I promised you I'd be praying so here I am... Um, I talked to Klaus. Apparently, he knew someone like me. A vampire child. He didn't go into a lot of detail but I'm doing... I'm... I..."

Dean couldn't bring himself to say he was fine because he wasn't. He could try to suck it up and pretend like he always did. So why was he hesitating to do it now? Maybe Castiel always knew when he didn't mean it. He knew when Dean was lying and shoving down his emotions. And maybe Dean didn't want to do that with him at the moment.

"My dad... Damon visited," Dean continued, "Just now he showed up asking for some blood. I thought he was different. I thought he cared and now I feel like an idiot. Because I was hoping for a bonding experience but he only wanted the blood. Couldn't tell me why either. I guess that... That hurt. It hurt like hell. I should get to bed. Good night, Cas. And good night, Gabriel, in case you were listening in as well. I'm still not sure how that works, but in case you were."

Dean climbed into bed and tried to sleep. He felt a dip in bed, making him turn fast. He saw the familiar blue eyes of Castiel looking back at him.

"I heard your prayer," Castiel said softly, "I'm so sorry, Dean."

Dean grabbed Castiel and pulled him into bed next to him. He kissed him slowly, pouring every bit of emotion into his lips.

"Can angels make rooms soundproof," Dean asked, smirking.

Castiel huffed a chuckle and snapped.

"Now it is," Castiel said.

Dean discarded his shirt which made Castiel finally see the bandage on his hand. He grabbed his wrist and pulled it back. Then he healed the cut on his hand. Dean kissed his lips and neck tenderly.

"I love you," Dean whispered in his ear.

Castiel gave a breathy groan. Once the clothes were off, Dean and Castiel gently caressed each other, feeling every inch of the skin they longed to touch. Dean sucked in a breath as Castiel's hand grabbed his cock. His lips assaulted Dean's neck, leaving a hickey behind. Dean moaned as heat started forming in his groin. Soon he ejaculated with a cry of Castiel's name. Castiel grabbed his hand as he was about to reach for his groin as well.

"What's wrong," Dean asked.

"That's not how angels make love," Castiel said, moving his hand to something both soft and rigid, "This is..."

Castiel placed a finger on Dean's forehead, allowing him to see his wings. They were beautiful and large. The inside feathers was a vibrant rainbow coloration and the outside feathers held a black so deep it reflected blue. Dean trailed his hands down his wings, making Castiel groan and tense up before relaxing. He continued touching them as Castiel felt himself getting closer to his orgasm. Castiel gripped the bed sheets tightly until the ecstasy burst into pure bliss. All of the lights in the mansion busted as Castiel ejaculated hard, leaving the home dark.

"Uh, Cas..."

"That was amazing," Castiel whispered, still riding on cloud nine.

"I get that but the lights... You busted all of the lights," Dean said.

"Oh... I'm sorry," Castiel said, finally coming back to the present.

Dean chuckled lightly until there was a knock on his door.

"Hide," Dean whispered to Castiel.

He made himself invisible as Dean sat in bed. Klaus opened the door as Dean looked at him in the dark.

"Klaus," Dean said, "What's up?"

"The lights are busted," Klaus said, "I wanted to make sure... Are you...? Were you masturbating?"

Dean gave a look of confusion.

"What," Dean asked.

"It smells like... Sex in here," Klaus said, trying to word it correctly, "I understand if you were, I'm not judging..."

"I... I was," Dean said, remembering how he can't give away that Castiel is in the room, "I was masturbating. I'm sorry. Was I... too loud?"

Klaus gave a look of awkwardness.

"No... You're, uh, fine," Klaus said, "Carry on."

He quickly closed the door and tried to burn the mental image he received in his head. Elijah passed him.

"Is Dean okay...?"

"He's fine," Klaus said, grabbing his arm before he reached the doorknob, "I think at the moment he would prefer the dark... Trust me!"

Dean sighed deeply as Castiel made himself visible again. He laughed cheerfully as the conversation replayed in his head.

"Cas, you're awesome," Dean smiled.

"You look tired," Castiel said.

"I am tired," Dean said, yawning, "Stay with me?"

"Always."