Destiel Smut And Fluff (Silver Wings)

Silver Wings Part 5

Castiel cums across his stomach, his body tensing under the onslaught of pleasure while his wings relax for the first time in several moments. It feels so good, surprisingly good and Castiel can't stop himself giving into the fantasy. "Dean," he whispers. "Dean."

In his mind's eye, Castiel sees Dean staring down at him, watching him intently with affection shining in those amazing green eyes. His dick pulses weakly once more and Castiel sighs.

It's a very nice fantasy.

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Dean watches until the last second and then instantly subscribes to the angel's channel. The second he uploads another video, Dean wants to know about it.

**time jump**

Crowley hands Castiel his first paycheck. "We'll get a direct deposit set up and of course, this is just the first of a series of checks you'll receive for that video. I'd like to have you film another collection of one-time view videos with various positions and toys, perhaps one where you strip on camera if you're comfortable with it. You're already immensely popular, so I'm thinking of starting you on live shows within the month. Does that sound fair?"

Castiel barely hears anything Crowley is saying. the check in his hand is more than enough to cover his half of the rent. In fact, it's enough to cover the whole rent and then some. He's not had this much money in hand all at once since they left home. Castiel knows it's only the result of his job, but it feels like a miracle.

"Are you alright, love?" A british accented voice asks.

"Oh yes," Castiel says, coming back to his senses. "I'm just shocked by this amount."

"Your video is number two on the site already," Crowley says with apparent delight. "The person in first is Greta, but she's had a large following for several years now. I'm quite impressed. I trust you still wish to work here?"

It's only been four days. None of the places that Castiel had applied to, has called back. And while he's still embarrassed by this line of work, he just can't afford to pass up the chance to save up more money. Especially when he's getting such a large pay-off.

"Yes. Wait did you say toys?"

Crowley grins. "Oh yes, let me show you."

**(brief author note: let me know if you want a short part of the toy room) **

Dean checks to see if Silver has posted another video. Unfortunately, there's nothing new.

Okay, so the guy goes by the name Stefan, but Dean hates it. It doesn't suit the angel's brand of artless passion. He's too genuine and even naïve for such an obviously fake name. Dean can't say what gives him that impression about the angel. Just that sometimes Dean catches a glimpse of faint surprise on the angel's face. As if he can't believe he's doing this and what's more, that he enjoys it.

So Dean rejects the name Stefan and calls the angel Silver in his head. It's been a few weeks since he turned up on HardcoreWings. He's the only angel Dean bothers to follow. Last week, he tried watching one of Greta's latest videos, but it bored him in comparison to Silver's innocent passion. Dean's been ruined for other angels, but he doesn't mind.

Right then, he decides to watch his favorite video. Dean opens the video where Silver kneels on that red couch and uses a dildo on himself. The position emphasizes both his incredible ass and gorgeous wings. And the little heated looks he tosses over his shoulder at the camera gets Dean further faster than just about anything he's ever seen. This video is his favorite because it's so easy to pretend he's pressed up behind Silver, his arms encircling Silvers waist, his hands clutching the top of the couch and those huge soft wings brushing continuously over Deans arms and sides.

It literally only takes a moment for Dean to get completely hard and then the next several moments pass in a very pleasant manner.

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Sam doesn't care what Dean says. Comic books are awesome. Besides, what does he know about entertainment? The guy spends way too much time online nowadays watching kinky videos of big-winged angels. Pervert. There's no way Sam's going to let Dean make him feel like a dork for eagerly showing up at the comic book store for the week's new releases. At least Sam watches normal human porn.

He's got his nose stuck in a bin of old Batman comics when hears a familiar voice that he can't quite place. Some guy arguing with the store owner about the latest X-Men storyline. It's when the guy says something along the lines of, "I could write way better stuff" that it hits Sam.

"Chuck?"

Chuck spins towards him and grins. "Sam, hey. Wow, I haven't seen you in forever."

"I know!" Sam abandons the Batman comics to walk to Chucks side. "How ya been?"

"Same as always, unfortunately." Sam snorts in response. Chuck had always been a bit of a downer. A nice guy, but a bit too fond of drinking and complaining. They'd known each other as undergraduates. Sam had gone into law school, but he gets the feeling Chuck hadn't made much progress himself.

"So, what are you up to? Still dating Becky?" Sam asks, trying to make friendly conversation.

"Ah, no. No, she dumped me when I got my new job."

"Wow, that's harsh. What job is it?" Sam asks with a frown.

"A porn website," Chuck says with no apparent hint of shame. Sam isn't able to keep surprise off his face. Chuck's not exactly the type to appear in porn videos. Not unless you had a fetish for short hairy men. Which Sam supposes someone probably does.

"Um...what do you do there?"

"Oh it's this angel porn site," Chuck answers absently as he picks through the 'new releases' bin beside them. "Mostly I just make the wings look pretty and edit the videos. I don't know why Becky got so upset about it. I don't even like angel porn."

"You don't mean HardcoreWings, do you?" Sam can't help asking. If Chuck actually works at Deans favorite website, Sam will never recover from the sheer epic awesome of that. Dean will literally die of envy.

"Oh god, please don't tell me you're a fan," Chuck says, wincing.

"Hell no, it's my brother. He's in love with one of your stars," Sam says. Normally, he wouldn't be sharing this kind of information with someone Dean doesn't know, but the name-calling this morning had escalated beyond Sam's tolerance. Dean deserves it, the jerk.

"Ew, really? Which one?"

Sam shrugs. "I don't know his name. Dean calls him Silver."

"Silver," Chuck says thoughtfully, then realization lights up his eyes. "It's probably Castiel. He's the only one I know who has silver wings."

"Sure yeah. Him. Dean thinks he's God's gift to sex."

"Oh please, he's frigid. I mean, for a guy who takes his clothes off for a living." A frown creeps over Chuck's features and he peeks at Sam out of the corner of one eye. "Uh, don't tell anyone I said that. I'm not really supposed to talk about the talent in public."

Good old Chuck. "Okay, yeah. So uh, what else have you been doing?" Sam asks, only half-listening as Chuck rambles on about a new girl he's interested in. Sam promises himself he won't tell anyone else that Silver is a prude. But Dean has to know.

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