Destiel Imagines

19. genderswap

"Dean," said a feminine voice. Someone shook his shoulder, jostling him awake. "Dean, I need your help."

"You...what?" Dean muttered, throwing off the blanket and sitting up. He squinted in the darkness. "Who are you?" Another thought occurred to him. "How did you get into the bunker?"

"How did I -? What are you talking about? I have a key, Dean." The girl's blue eyes were concerned. "I think something's wrong with my vessel."

"Wait a minute. Cas?"

Dean sat up and looked at Cas incredulously. Before him stood a beautiful girl with the bluest eyes he'd ever seen and short, messy dark hair. "Cas," he said, finally catching his voice. "You're - you're a - what the hell?"

"I found this in the pocket of my trench coat," said Cas, pressing a hex bag into Dean's hand. "The witch must have slipped it into my clothes yesterday without my knowing."

Dean cursed under his breath. "All right. Come on, let me give you a hand." He cleared his throat. "You're going to, ah, need some different clothes." Cas's pants were practically sliding off of him.

Dean climbed out of bed and lead Cas down the hall. Cas hugged himself, folding his arms under his - her? - breasts. Dean glanced sideways, quickly looking away again. They were large, and it wasn't as if Cas had a bra on. Shit. Now his face was red.

"Dean? Is something wrong?"

"N-no. Let's just get you some clothes, alright?"

Dean grabbed a trunk from an empty room full of old boxes. Heaving it open, he pulled out an armload of dusty clothes. "There's gotta be something in here you can use."

Finally, he found an old shirt and some shorts, which he handed to Cas. "Oh, and you'll, uh, need this." Blushing, he passed the angel a bra.

Cas looked it up and down. "What is it? How does it work?"

"It's a, um, it's for your..." Dean made a gesture at his chest. "That."

Cas's expression was doubtful as he kicked off his oversized pants and pulled off his shirt. "Could you help me put it on?"

"Uh." Dean's face burned. "Yeah, whatever." He stood, taking the bra from Cas's small, delicate hands and gently looping the straps over Cas's arms. His hands brushed Cas's chest as he went to buckle the clasp; Cas's breath caught, and his lips parted slightly.

"Dean."

"Y-yes?"

"That...that felt..." Cas took Dean's hands and placed them back on his breasts. He gasped softly and met Dean's wide eyes. "Oh."

"D-does that feel...nice?" Dean whispered. Gently, he rubbed Cas's chest with his thumbs. "Is this okay, Cas?"

"Yes. Yes, it's okay. Is this...are we..."

Tentatively, gently, Dean kissed Cas, their lips brushing together. "If you want," Dean said softly, moving his hands to Cas's small, slender waist and massaging his skin. Cas let out a quiet moan, and Dean kissed him again, keeping his touches gentle and unassuming.

"Oh, Dean," whispered Cas.

Dean backed Cas up against the wall, running his hands through Cas's dark hair. "Tell me what you want," he said. "I don't want to do anything you're not comfortable with, Cas."

"I- I want you, Dean. I need you." Cas's breathing hitched as Dean slipped his hands into the bra, cupping Cas's breasts and kissing them passionately. "Dean..."

"Shh. It's okay. I'll be gentle, I'm not going to hurt you. I'll never hurt you." He pulled the bra off again, taking one of Cas's hard nipples into his mouth and sucking gently on it. Cas moaned.

"Dean," Cas gasped. "P-please...I need you. I love you."

Dean kissed Cas's neck. "You're beautiful," he murmured. "Fuck, Cas, you're so beautiful." He pulled down Cas's boxers, gently rubbing him with two fingers. Cas whimpered, writhing under Dean's touches. "Is this what you want, baby? You want me to fuck you? You want me to make you mine?"

"Yes," Cas begged, "yes, Dean, please. Please fuck me."

And Dean was happy to oblige. He eased into Cas, hushing Cas's cries and sobs with words whispered between kisses. They settled into a gentle rhythm, rocking back and forth as Dean circled his hips, running his hands up and down Cas's sides and kissing him until he couldn't breathe. Cas trembled with pleasure and pain, clinging to Dean as he was gently and lovingly fucked senseless.

Dean woke up the next morning with Cas in his arms. They were both naked, and he saw in the dim morning light that Cas had returned to his own body. The spell had worn off.

Cas looked at Dean with tired eyes. "Mm," he said. "Dean?"

Dean softly kissed his angel's lips. "Cas," he murmured against his warm skin. "The fact that you've turned back doesn't change anything between us. I want you to know that."

Shivering, Cas rested his face in the crook of Dean's shoulder. "I love you, Dean."

"And I love you," Dean kissed Cas between each word, "my beautiful, beautiful angel."

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