Your Dark Promise

Chapter 27

Dean's p.o.v

Dean was catching his breath as Castiel slumped down against his chest. Once his breathing evened out, an actual laugh bubbled up his throat, Cas bouncing up and down with the movement of his chest and belly. The man sat up on him, looking him over like he'd finally lost it, "Uh, you okay?" He asked.

Dean calmed himself, ending on a smile. "It's just, ah, I'm fucked up." He let out a few more small laughs before getting a more serious look to his face. "I'm fucked up. Officially."

Cas looked him over before startling a little on top of him, "Well your stitches sure are fucked." He said pointing to his side.

Dean glanced to his stomach and the stitched up wound there, a few of the stitches had popped and a small trickle of blood was flowing down his skin onto the mattress. "I'm not worried about it." Dean said looking back up to Cas.

"Well I'm worried about it. We shouldn't have done that, you're not ready for anything like this." Cas said worry leaking into his voice as he grabbed up the sheet holding it to stop the bleeding.

Dean grabbed his hand, "Just go grab some thread, and I'll stitch it back up. It really is fine."

Cas looked to him but removed himself from Dean, standing next to the bed and sliding his pants back up his hips before heading for the door. Dean snapped his boxers back in place and sat up, rubbing at his face. He felt so crazy right now, going from listening to Cas talking about hurting and torturing someone to fucking the guy. He wondered if he'd ever be normal.

Cas came back with a thread and needle, Dean reaching for it but Cas slapping his hand away, "I'll do it." He said as he cut a length of the thread and loaded up the needle, using an alcohol wipe to clean up the area before leaning over him. Dean clenched his teeth together as he fixed the few stitches that had busted.

Cas went to wash his hands afterwards, returning to find Dean with his arm over his eyes. When he sat beside him, Dean spared him a glance before returning to his brooding. "Just, how long until I'm over all of this." He peeked back out at Cas. "How long was it until you were better?"

Cas thought on this for a moment. "I don't think either of us will ever be fully better. It'll always affect us."

"Well, how long until you felt normal having sex?" Dean asked a blush heating up his face.

Cas let out a small laugh, "Honestly you were my first since it happened." Dean pulled his arm away to gawk at Cas, who rolled his eyes, "I mean, I'd done some things, a few blow jobs and hand jobs from the workers downstairs. But nothing beyond that."

"Literally, the first night I met you, you seemed so confident shoving your dick down my throat. And you were dead set on fucking me." Dean said sitting up a little to look at Cas.

Cas just shrugged, "You just looked so tempting." He said smirking down at Dean before running his hand over his collar he still hadn't taken off, "Collared and leashed, almost naked in front of me. I couldn't help it."

Dean's cheeks flushed to this. "Or maybe you're just a fucked up freak too."

"Maybe." Cas said simply.

Castiel's p.o.v

A week passed, and Cas had hired a private doctor to come and remove Dean's stitches. Cas had been doing his best not to talk about hurting anyone near Dean, so they didn't have another incident where he rode him until he broke him in some way again. The doctor carefully cut all the threads away, even the ones he had repaired and pulled them loose. The skin around the surgery scar was a little red, but it was healed at least. And Dean could now bend and move around freely without risking bleeding out.

Dean still had another week in his cast before that could be taken off, and they could get a better picture of how quickly his hand could be back to a normal functioning. Cas was intentionally moving slow on all the plans they were making to give him enough time to heal. He knew Dean needed to be involved in this revenge plot for his mental health. But Cas also wanted him involved, wanted him by his side when they took those fuckers down.

Dean almost immediately headed to Cas' small home gym after the doctor left, jumping on the treadmill, wanting to start getting back in shape for everything they would have to do. Cas had watched from the door but pretty quickly had to leave as watching Dean get all sweaty and flushed made him want to say screw all the plans and take him to his bedroom and fuck him until they both keeled over from exhaustion.

He was sitting at his desk checking over some camera footage of various Winchester properties when Benny came in. Cas looked up to him and then down at his hands that was holding a tablet. "I've finally got recordings on every male Styne family member." He said, setting the tablet down on his desk.

Cas stared at the thing. He didn't want to give it to Dean. He knew he should because Dean deserved an identity to the person that hurt him. But then the selfish side of him said Dean was finally figuring out his sexuality a little and was better enough physically for Cas to not feel guilty to use that to his advantage. "How long would be too long to keep this to myself that we've got it?" Cas asked Benny, still staring at the tablet as if it would sprout legs and walk to Dean and ruin what they were just starting here.

"Probably not too long seeing as how he asks me for an update about it every day. I mean, I'll tell him whatever you want me to, but he's antsy for it." Benny said, sitting in the chair on the other side of the desk from Cas.

Cas leaned back, rubbing at his neck. "I mean, would it be so terrible for us both to have a little more fun before I dropped this on him?"

Benny just sat there looking at him for a moment. "Have you two talked more? About everything?"

Cas nodded. Benny already knew he told Dean everything about his involvement with the Styne's. "He's opened up a little bit about his family, specifically that idiot brother of his. And I've told him about mine too. He talks about whatever book he's reading all the time. But besides that, it's been mostly just this." Cas said, pointing between his laptop and the tablet.

Benny nodded. "That's a start, at least. Maybe you're close enough now that when he goes through these, he can feel like he can talk to you about what feelings it brings up. Maybe it won't bring him down for too long."

Cas nodded, standing with the tablet and going to exit his office. He stopped, though, dropping a hand to Benny's shoulder, "Thanks, Ben, for everything. You'd make a pretty good therapist." Benny just gave him a smile and a laugh in return.

Cas caught Dean just as he was coming out of the shower, and he couldn't help but pause, taking in the mans body dripping with water. "Jesus christ." He breathed out.

Dean gave him a smirk as he continued to dry himself off, "Thanks for the compliment." He said as he removed the plastic he wore around his cast to keep it from getting wet.

Cas snapped his mouth shut to keep from drooling before he straightened. He decided going ahead and getting this out of the way would be best. "Benny's got what you requested." He said, tapping at the device in his hands.