Destiel Smut And Fluff (Silver Wings)

Silver Wings Part 14

*Author's note: this part and all the following parts will be my own words and events. If you have a suggestion about what should happen, or if you would like to make a cover for this story, you should totally comment or message me.*

Dean still can't believe that Castiel watched him without saying a word to him. But he's here, for some reason, and he wants Dean just as much as he wants Castiel. Eventually Dean will ask Castiel about what fantasies he thought up during his videos. But for now, it's Dean's turn to tease Castiel.

Their lips connected, Dean glides his tongue across Castiel's bottom lip, a silent plea for entrance. Castiel denies him and smirks. Dean grasps a fluffed wing, squeezing the way he knows Castiel loves, making the angel gasp. Dean takes his chance and fights for dominance with Castiel's tongue. Naturally, Dean wins, with a moan from Castiel.

Hands roaming over every inch of Castiel's body, Dean's hands finally rest on Castiel's bulge. He grips the angel and begins stroking him through the many layers of fabric, making the angel moan and whimper. "Do it," the angel's voice husky.

Suddenly Dean stops everything, the kissing, the rubbing. "We should eat first, and then get rid of Gabriel," he says, looking his angel in the eyes. Castiel nods his head weakly, trying to steady his heavy breaths.

Dean helps him off the counter, but keeps his hands on Castiel's hips. "I won't get a break will I?" Castiel asks Dean as he resumes cooking. Dean pressed up right behind him, his chin resting on Castiel's wing, as he watches his angel cook. 

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Gabriel assumes, since he never heard screaming or slamming doors, all went well. He breathes a sigh of relief. His stomach growls, wondering if they are cooking or doing something that requires less clothes. Not wanting to interrupt if the latter were true, he pops a lollipop into his mouth.

He finally smells food cooking again and decides it's safe to go out. He slowly walks down the hall to the kitchen. Head hung and a sorrowful expression on his face, he enters the kitchen. "Cassie, I'm really sorry. I'll-" his apology is cut off by four arms wrapping around him.

"Thank you, Gabriel," Castiel says, stepping away. "I don't know how I would have told him."

"Yeah, okay... But why did you hug me, Dean?"

"You brought Cas and I closer together. It is no longer a secret between us," Dean answers, smiling down at Castiel, who is hugging his side.  

"Ah, okay...So when is dinner gonna be ready? I'm starving," Gabriel complains, when he's done speaking his stomach growls for emphasis.

"Dinner is ready, you just have to fix your own plate," Castiel tells the two other men.

The trio walk into the kitchen, make their plates, then proceed to the tiny dinning room table. Gabriel asks Dean questions during and after they eat.

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Dean answers some of Gabriel's questions, Castiel answering others. It didn't bother Dean that Castiel answers the same questions he asked Dean while making dinner. In fact, it made him happy, and turned him on a little, that Castiel remembered everything Dean had said earlier. When they finished eating Dean rested his hand on Castiel's thigh, under the table out of Gabriel's view. Castiel immediately looked at Dean with a confused face. Dean just smiled at him and looked back at the still questioning Gabriel.

"Well, I've got all the answers I want. And some I didn't want...I'll leave you two to it then. Try not to be too loud and clean up after yourselves," Gabriel says while putting his plate in the sink and headed back to his room. He obviously was talking about something other than doing the dishes. But Dean and his angel grab their dishes and clean up the dinner mess. Dean at the sink, Castiel drying and putting the dishes back into their cupboards.

Once finished with the dishes, Dean walks up behind the angel. He noticed his angels wings, fluffed with arousal, ever since he put his hand on Castiel's thigh. Apparently, Castiel had a fantasy running through his mind, and every time he looked at Dean, a blush dusted his cheeks and his wings fluttered slightly.

With dripping wet and soapy hands; Dean grabs fistfuls of silky silver feathers, just like he did earlier that day when fluffing Castiel. Castiel let out a moan and his wings instantly stiffened with pleasurable shock. A split second later, Castiel has Dean pinned against the fridge, his mouth latched onto Deans. His angels body pressed up against him so hard, Dean can barely breathe. But he loves it. He loves the sudden dominance and boldness in Castiel.

Dean rubs all over Castiel's body and finally settles on his wings. With significant pressure Dean rubs one of Castiel's wing-joints. With a loud groan and surprising strength, Castiel grabs Deans legs and wraps them around his waist. Dean responds by breaking away from him and moving his hands from feathers to the back of his angels neck.

"Cas, put me down. I don't want you to hurt yourself. I'm twice your weight," Dean says panting. Castiel complies with a slight frown.

"I'm actually the same weight as you, because of my wings. But you're right, my actual body is significantly lacking proper muscle to support your weight for long periods of time. And I am not saying-" Castiel was interrupted by Deans lips softly pressing against his.

"You were rambling. And thanks for agreeing with me in the most nerdy way possible," Just like Sam would.

"We both now know that squeezing my feathers makes me uncontrollable. So let's go to my room where it's safe to act without inhibitions," Castiel says, stepping closer to Dean and brushing a gentle kiss across his lips.

Dean smiled at him and simply said, "Lead the way." Dean trails behind Castiel, hand in hand. Castiel's arm bent back, while Deans arm strung foreword. Dean feels like a little puppy strung up on a leash. The submissive nature turning him on a little. But he will soon regain his dominance, he thinks up a quick plan for making Castiel beg.

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