SUPERNATURAL SMUT

Temptations

Part 1

By: haikuhamster

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Forgive Me, Father

Confession is horrible. He loves church and he loves religion. He loves God and he loves the gospel. He loves giving services and he loves hearing testimonies. He loves seeing new faces, and watching people journey to faith. He loves being called "Pastor Castiel"; he takes pride in it. But he hates confession.

It's not like it's all bad. Generally, it's people falling back to addiction or having thoughts of adultery. Some kids come in and tell Castiel about they said a bad word, or how they took some sweets from the cupboard without permission.

"Father, I don't know what to do. I saw my son kiss another boy. He's only 16, so if he repents he can still be forgiven, right?"

Castiel simply sighs. Another one of these parents. "God is indifferent to sexual orientation. It is not a sin to love."

"But Father, the Bible says-"

"You mean Leviticus."

"Yes, in Leviticus it says-"

"'Whatsoever hath no fins nor scales in the waters, that shall be an abomination unto you.' Leviticus 11:12. If homosexuals are abominations, shrimp are as well. Your son has not done anything worthy of your concern. I advise you to inform him that God loves him just the same, and so do you."

"Th-Thank you, Father..."

"And God forgives you for your initial judgement. Some things cannot be helped."

The door in the man's stall opens. "Thank you, Father." Castiel hears the steps getting further away, and he sighs again. How obnoxious. If Castiel could be a gay priest without being smitten by God for blasphemy, a church-goer's son can be gay without his father complaining to a priest.

The door squeaks open suddenly, and the sound of someone sitting on the other side of the wall brings him to reality. "Sup, padre? Name's Dean," says a young man's voice. Low, but soft. Cocky and unfamiliar.

"Castiel. What would you like to confess, Dean?"

A snort on the other end is confusing. "I've done a lot of bad things. Almost positive I'm going to hell, because my ideal heaven would be a brothel."

"Choosing to live a life of future abstinence may protect you in the eyes of God."

"Oh, that's not all. I also drink more than any one person should. It's not even legal for me till next year, but I drink because it's the only way I forget the bad things."

This kid has some problems. He doesn't even sound like he's remorseful. "Addictions can be overcome, whether it be to substance or sex."

A soft hum. "Say that again, Father."

"What?" replies the confused priest.

"Say 'sex' again."

"Why?"

"It was hot." Castiel's eyes go wide at this, blush creeping up his face. "Come on, Cas, for the road? I wanna commit it to memory."

"What reason would you have to require memory of me saying the word 'sex'?"

Dean chuckles. "Spank bank." Castiel immediately blanches, blood flowing south at the idea of this boy pleasuring himself to his voice. "If I'm about to survive re-virginity and sobriety, I'm gonna need a lot of lube and a lot of porn. You've got the perfect sex voice too."

Castiel shudders. "I- I don't think that's appropriate, Dean..."

"It's not. But ain't it sexy? I can totally guess what you'd sound like gasping and moaning though," Dean says calmly, as though he's talking about the weather. Castiel hears a hum followed by a noise.

Was that... a belt? "I don't-" That was definitely a zipper. "Dean, what are you doing?"

"Sinning." A low word followed by a soft gasp, likely Dean first touching himself. Castiel's so screwed. A certain part of him certainly hopes so. He's never felt lust before. Puberty brought sexual desire, but never directed at a person.

"S-Stop it."

Dean chuckles. "You and I both know you don't want me to. You queer too, Father? I bet you hate it when people come in here bitching about gay people. I bet sometimes you've got some ungodly thoughts up there, all violent and angry."

Dean sounds so smug. Now Castiel has a bit of ungodly anger rolling around. "It's annoying, but I plan no harm on others."

"Yeah? What about good on others, huh? Bet you're quite the stud with a voice like that."

"I-I'm not..." Castiel worries his lip a bit, knowing the implication and fighting himself on whether or not to feed it. "I don't ever..."

"Don't ever fuck, Father Castiel?" He shuddered at the full title. It was way hotter than it should've been. "A gay little virgin priest. I bet you wish you didn't take those chastity vows."

"I don't regret it, seeing as I'm not actively seeking sex." Castiel is embarrassed and angry. Who does this kid think he is?

"Didn't need to. It found you, in the form of me. I know you want me too, or you wouldn't be breathing so heavy. I bet you wanna watch me, don't you? Watch me while I jack off to your voice?"

"Dean, I-" A click interrupts Castiel. Then a sharp moan.

"I- I bet you'd love this, watching me with a- unh- finger inside myself for you. I bet you're so hard right now, wishing you could see through the screen like I can see you, biting your lip and making me wish it was mine."

Castiel can't keep the groan in on that one. He's so turned on that he's light-headed. "Y-Yes..." Dean let's out another sharp moan.

"Fuck, Cas... Keep talking. Tell me what you want."

He shouldn't. He should stop. But service ended a while ago and the church should be empty save for the two of them. No harm in words, right? "I want you to put another finger in."

Dean draws out a choppy groan of "fuck" and Castiel knows he followed the instructions. He can just picture him there, one hand flying along his length and another moving two fingers inside of himself. It's almost too much.

"Fuck, I'm close- mmh- Cas- anh," Dean's skin slapping on itself is loud and hot. "Fuck, fuck, oh fuck, shit, fuck, oh, FUCK-" Castiel clenches to keep himself from cumming himself at the sound of Dean finishing. He can hear the boy recovering as his breath slows.

Zip. Click. "I think I'll need to talk about that next week, seems like something to confess." Squeak. Footsteps. Castiel sighs. What did he just do?