Fallen

Chapter Eleven

Dean has to avert his eyes because the white light that enters his brother is way too bright for him to look at. The light tones down, and Cas' body slumps to the floor.

"Okay, Sam, so what I need you to do is concentrate hard on your soul. Not being in control of your body, it is like you are wrapped inside with no escape. But that isn't true, Sam. There is an escape. Think of it like this: There is a fist wrapped around your soul, tightening itself around it and keeping it in place so it cannot move. You need to unleash yourself from that fist. Pretend you are chained inside but the chains are made out of ice. You can melt them away." Cas speaks in a deeper voice from Sam's body and Dean watches, his eyes wide.

"This is way too weird." Dean mumbles, scratching the back of his neck.

Cas shushes him and continues. "You need to literally imagine that, Sam. Think of yourself as a fire melting away the chains. You're stronger than them."

Blood starts to run down Sam's nose and he falls to the floor, coughing. Dean runs up to him and takes his face in his hands.

"Sam? Sam!" Dean shouts, fear flowing through his veins. 

Sam's eyes soften and he looks back at his older brother. "God, those are some strong chains." He huffs out, wiping the blood off his face.

The light leaves him after that, and re-enters Cas' body. Sam and Dean watch as Cas stands up and brushes himself off, then walks up to Sam.

"Well done, Sam. That was very good for your first time." Cas nods at him and Sam returns a small smile. 

A week has passed. Dean finds it weird having Jess live with them, but they don't really have a choice considering she is supposed to be dead. One great thing about her is she makes excellent dinners. Dean calls up the school and says him and Sam are going on a holiday for the next three weeks so they will have time for research and for Sam to practice holding back angels. Cas still goes to work though, which irritates Dean because it means he has to be third wheeling his little brother and his girlfriend a lot. At the same time, he doesn't mind much, considering these might be the last few weeks Sam has to live.

Jo rings up several times asking Dean where he is so they can work on their angel project, but he ignores the calls. Cas, however, spends his spare time cutting wire and twisting it together to create an adorably small pair of wings to help Dean with his project. Dean walks in on Cas examining himself in the bathroom mirror, his fake wings tied on with elastic. They are covered in creamy, snow coloured feathers that look incredibly fluffy and Dean is eager to stroke them.

"Wow, Cas. You weren't kidding when you said you like crafting," Dean grinsand steps into Cas' personal space.

He holds Cas' chin gently and kisses his nose, then his lips. "You did an amazing job, but dude, how many birds did you have to kill to get all those feathers? They're so pretty..." He runs his hand through the wings and his eyes widen at how soft and silky they feel.

Cas blushes and looks away. "They're actually not bird feathers, they're mine."

Dean's jaw dropped and his hand shot back. "What...Really?" 

Cas swallows, makes eye contact with Dean and smiles. "Really."

Cas turns back to the mirror and continues admiring his hard effort. He starts to laugh. A real, genuine sign of happiness and it makes Dean's heart warm.

"What are you giggling about?" Dean murmurs into Cas' neck and wraps his arms around his waist, pulling him in closer.

"It's weird. I'm wearing fake wings over my real ones. To be honest I feel like a real assbutt."

Dean stops moving and raises an eyebrow, his lips tugging upwards. "Assbutt?"

"It's funnier in Enochian." Cas shrugs.

Dean bites the insides of his cheeks to stop himself from laughing.

'Something about Cas' innocence was incredibly attractive.' Dean thinks.

He pushes Cas back into the wall behind him and closes the gap between them, smirking when he hears the moan that leaves Cas' lips. Cas pushes him away gently, but has lust filled in his eyes.

"Let me take these off before they break." Cas slides off the fake wings and places them near the sink before pulling Dean back in for a heated kiss.

"You can...take the rest...off too...if you want.." Dean breathes heavily between sloppy kisses.

Clashing teeth, rough grips and sweaty skin, it is all very rushed. Almost like they can't get enough of each other. It is perfectly imperfect and Dean loves every second of it. Cas' hand leaves Dean's hair to take off his coat, and then his shirt. Dean repeated the action as he pushed Cas towards Dean's room and onto his bed. They are both left topless, sprawling and pulling each other in as close as possible. Dean feels Cas' bulge underneath him and god it is big. He runs his hand down Cas' torso and then palms the bulge when he reaches it. Cas bucks his hips upwards in response and a low growl leaves his lips, which is the hottest fucking thing Dean has ever heard.

"Just tell me if you want me to stop." Dean whispers into Cas' ear as he slides his hand down Cas' pants and into his boxers.

Dean grins to himself as Cas throws his head back and moans his name, causing Dean to get terrible hard also. He continues touching the angel until Cas finally comes, making a mess in his pants.

"...Fuck...Dean..." Cas heaves, trying to catch his breath. 

Dean kisses Cas again, but it is slower and more gentle this time. 

"Good?" He questions when he pulls away.

Cas gives a quick small nod. "That was...wow..." He sighs as Dean moves off him to lay beside him. "Humans are so interesting."

Author's Note: Hooray for smut 8-) Hope you enjoyed that chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. <3