Hunting Season // A Destiel Fanfic (AU)

What a Teacher

**Minor Blood/Hunting Warning for later on in this Chapter**

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Friday // 7:02 am

"What do you want?"

Dean glanced up to looking into Castiel's eyes, what did he want? He licked his lips, hesitant. "Honestly? I wanna fuck your ass until it's sore..."

Castiel flushes and nods. "Okay," he whispers, still a little worried. Any time someone has fucked him, it has hurt so much. But Dean has been gentle...

Dean blinked, shocked by the response. He then nodded in understanding... He keeps forgetting Castiel still has the mindset of an angel with no control in a situation. He stood up and took his towel off before undressing Castiel. He looked down at his hard cock and smiled a little. He then began to kiss Castiel's chest a little, giving him a small bottle of lubricant. "Why don't you lube up your ass before I do anything?"

Castiel makes a small sound as Dean kisses his chest and flushes, nodding. He puts lube on his fingers and spreads some over his hole.

Dean placed one hand on Castiel's to help him slowly enter himself, he then mumbled, "You gotta finger yourself a little too~"

Castiel trembles a little, biting his lip. "How?" He asks, whispering.

Dean furrowed his eyebrows slightly. Sitting up to pull Castiel's fingers out. He then put some lube onto two of his fingers before circling the out hers hole a little and then entering slowly. Twisting his fingers around eventually to coat the inside a little more.

Castiel breathes hard, surprised that it isn't hurting like it has before. "That feels okay," he whispers.

Dean hummed, "I bet they didn't properly lube you if they did at all..."

Castiel closes his eyes. "That feels nice," he says as he gets used to it.

Dean nodded and eventually pulled his fingers out to lightly pat his hard cock against Castiel's.

Castiel whimpers at the touch, feeling good. "Dean, please," he breathes.

Dean nods to peer down at the other, "Are you sure?" He couldn't believe he was asking, but once he went in, he wasn't gonna stop until he finished himself.

Castiel hesitates, afraid. But he gives a small nod. He figured this was all coming anyway, but at the moment it doesnt hurt like it usually does.

Dean slowly entered Castiel until he was balls deep inside of him. He stopped so they can both get used to each other before Dean begins to slowly move back and forth.

It hurts a little from the stretch but not like usual. And eventually as Dean moves it begins to feel better and better, making small sounds with each thrust.

Dean hummed and then gently took Castiel's hand to place it over Castiel's cock, "Wrap your hand around it, and stroke it— I-it'll feel good..." Dean moaned a little from how good Castiel's ass felt as it tightened slightly around him. He hasn't had sex for over a year.

Castiel whimpers and starts to move his hand, a gasp leaving his lips. "Dean," he breathes, trembling a little under him.

Dean nodded and moaned a little as he picked up the pace, feeling himself go against the angels prostate most likely. "You can cum Cas... It's o-okay..."

Castiel moans when Dean hits his prostate, making him arch and gasp for breath. "Dean," he breathes and it isnt long before he cums.

Dean moans as well as he released not long after Castiel did. He huffed and stopped moving, leaving himself inside the angel for awhile before slowly pulling out.

Castiel tries to catch his breath, eyes closing. He let's out a shaking breath, a bit overwhelmed by how good that had felt. "Oh."

Dean leaned down and kissed Castiel with a hint of passion, humming a little into it before standing up straight.

Castiel kisses back, unpracticed but genuine. He watches Dean, not sure how to react to any of what just happened. "That... was different."

Dean smiled softly and nodded, "It sure seemed like it..." Dean then took a rag and wiped himself off before getting dressed in clean clothes, "Do me a favor and not masturbate without me~?" Dean winked and tossed Castiel a rag to clean himself.

Castiel flushes and cleans himself off, still not sure how to react to all of this. This was so different than anything he has experienced before. "Yes, sir," he murmurs.

Dean chuckled softly and opened his closet to pull out a hunting rifle and reloaded it with some ammo.

Castiel watches him a moment, frowning. "What do you hunt?"

Dean blinked, "Deer and sometimes turkey if I'm lucky..."

"Why?" Castiel asks, tilting his head.

Dean wrapped the holder band around his arm, "So I can have a meal every night... I don't hunt anything else but for food..."

"Is that something I could help you with?" Castiel feels like he should be doing for Dean, especially as he has treated Cas well.

Dean smiled, "Why don't you chop up some more fire wood and feed the fire—when I'm done... Maybe if I catch anything I could teach ya how to get your hands bloody..." Dean then went over to kiss Castiel's forehead before leaving.

Castiel flushes at the kiss and does as he is told, chopping wood and keeping the fire going.

Friday // 7:19 pm

It was becoming dusk when Dean got back— with a doe on his back. He dropped her and dragged her the rest of the way to the small little section outside the cabin where he hung her by her feet, a bucket underneath the creature.

Dean came inside with his sleeves rolled up and his hand halfway up his forearms covered in blood. He went to the kitchen sink and began to scrub his hands under water.

Castiel sees Dean walk in with blood on him and he feels a spark of worry. "Is that your blood? Are you hurt?" He questions.

Dean shook his head, "Just got a heavy bleeder female... I'll teach ya how to cut her up if you're still willing to..."

The though makes Castiel nervous but he nods, wanting to make Dean proud. "Yeah, of course."

Dean smiled, "You don't have to... you can go over recipes for what you wanna cook instead if you want... I won't force you to bleed out the thing..."

"I can do it. I can do whatever you need," Castiel says, giving dean a tiny smile.

Dean nods and wipes his hands dry before opening a drawer to take out some latex gloves. He hands a pair to Castiel, "Meet me outside when ready~"

Castiel nods and puts more wood on the fire before going outside to follow Dean.

Dean put on his apron and handed Castiel another one for him. He grabbed a skinning blade and pulled a large bucket underneath the deer. He then flip the knife around to hold it out, handle towards Castiel. "Cut her right down her belly side..."

Castiel takes the knife, looking at the deer a moment. It vaguely reminds him of some of his previous owners who had strung him up and cut him. "She cant feel it, right?"

Dean shook his head as he held the deer still so Castiel could make a cleaner cut, "She was already put out of her misery right after I shot her..."

Castiel takes a deep breath and nods before making the cut Dean showed him, pulling up his old mask.

Dean watched as some blood squirted out onto Castiel, but most of it just trickled down into the bucket, gushing.

Castiel winces at the blood, small frown on his face for a moment. At least the deer isnt suffering. He knows too much what that is like. "Is there anything else I need to do?"

Dean took the knife away from Castiel and shook his head, "I'll chop her up when she's ready... Why don't you clean yourself off just in case some blood got on your skin?"

Castiel nods, throwing away the gloves and taking off the apron before going inside and cleaning himself, frowning a little.