[FIC] Intervention
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thisfishfliesTitle: Intervention
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thisfishflies
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: 5.04
Word Count: ~800
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Dean(Castiel), PWP
Warnings: Canonical drug and alcohol abuse.
Summary: Dean stages a quick, un-convention intervention for Cas.
Dean explores the new scars on his body. He traces along them with his tongue, watching Castiel's eyes the whole time. The other Dean, himself, just grunts. Dean knows that play of muscles. He knows the feeling when he is bitten right there. And Cas just sits there, his eyes wide and dark, breath coming short and quick.
“See Cas, this is what happens when you are off your game. When your senses are dulled.” Dean growled out, breath ghosting across his future thigh. “It's all fun and games before you get grabbed from behind.”
“It's not that big of a deal,” he hears from above. Hearing his voice this way almost seems to leave an echo, to play some strange trick. Dean roughly pulls his chin over the thigh under him.
“You can't judge mister 'I drink when I dream of hell',” Dean's voice thins, but he glares up into his own face as he bites his hip bone. “Both of you are such enablers.”
When Dean looks over at Cas, he can tell that his hippy pants hide nothing. There is a strange silence and Dean can't help himself. “I don't know where you were last night, but I know what tent you will be in tonight.”
Cas groans, but it changes pitch as Dean takes his own cock into his mouth. Dean can't say it's not strange- it is- but it's not much different than using his hand. Well, except that it is totally different and sorta wrong, but he'd rather not think of that. Instead he uses all the tricks he knows get him off and holds onto his trembling thigh. Dean's eyes flick from the sharp gaze of his future and Cas's heavy lidded stare.
Dean has to grip his doppelganger's hips to keep him from thrusting. He hollows his cheeks and sucks, before pulling off with a 'pop'.
“This is why depressants aren't cool, Cas. You could be over here right now. But you had to run with the green fairy, huh?”
Dean still remembers walking in, seeing Cas with his milky drink, spoon in the other hand. It took him a minute just a realize what he was drinking, and then he felt a bit angry. He could understand Cas not being able to pop him back to his timeline- he couldn't heal Bobby and that was five years ago for Cas-the-hippy. His powers probably didn't get better.
But the heavy drinking? Right before a very important mission? A mission to kill the devil? Not the best idea Cas has ever had, and Cas had wanted to start the Apocalypse for a short time.
As Dean could not solve this with violence, sex would have to do.
The Dean under his tongue, the future him, was panting with his hands fisted in the coarse sheets under them both. Dean wasn't big on delayed satisfaction. So he dove back, rubbing his own cock against the leg trapped between his own. His jeans are tight, but the friction is just what he needs.
The body under him trembles in the way Dean know so well. So he hunches over and speeds up, licking from the base to the head in one motion.
When he comes, the taste is something Dean has only ever tasted in the mouths of other women, which could be weird, but at this moment is just incredibly hot.
As he pulls away, the five-year-older him reaches down and unsnaps his pants. “I don't think Cas has quite learned the lesson yet.”
Dean's eyes dart to were Cas is off the the side. His face is flushed and there is a distinct wet spot on his pants. Flashing back to his familiar face he replies “You might be right,” and smirks.
It doesn't take long before he spills over his own hand in a way very much unlike masturbation. And then the other him brings his hand to his lips and licks. A strangled moan erupts from Cas as he comes himself.
Dean smiles and rolls himself off. He uses the first thing he grabs (his shirt? The other him's shirt? He's not sure right now) and tucks himself in. He walks over to Cas and unties him from the chair, whispering “You've learned your lesson now?” He exits then, leaving the future to deal with itself.
He thinks he saw an extra can of beer somewhere.
The next day, while driving with Cas, he sees the pills. To counter-act the absinthe, Cas says. There is a glint in his eyes that Dean cannot trust. He wants to make Cas pull over so they can have another little “talk” but then he learns. Cas is not an angel. And he has chosen Dean's own coping mechanisms. Castiel's laugh makes him want to cry.
The thought that keeps him going, lets him move forward in this messed up future, is that he can still go back and change this. Somehow.
Author:
thisfishfliesRating: NC-17
Spoilers: 5.04
Word Count: ~800
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Dean(Castiel), PWP
Warnings: Canonical drug and alcohol abuse.
Summary: Dean stages a quick, un-convention intervention for Cas.
Dean explores the new scars on his body. He traces along them with his tongue, watching Castiel's eyes the whole time. The other Dean, himself, just grunts. Dean knows that play of muscles. He knows the feeling when he is bitten right there. And Cas just sits there, his eyes wide and dark, breath coming short and quick.
“See Cas, this is what happens when you are off your game. When your senses are dulled.” Dean growled out, breath ghosting across his future thigh. “It's all fun and games before you get grabbed from behind.”
“It's not that big of a deal,” he hears from above. Hearing his voice this way almost seems to leave an echo, to play some strange trick. Dean roughly pulls his chin over the thigh under him.
“You can't judge mister 'I drink when I dream of hell',” Dean's voice thins, but he glares up into his own face as he bites his hip bone. “Both of you are such enablers.”
When Dean looks over at Cas, he can tell that his hippy pants hide nothing. There is a strange silence and Dean can't help himself. “I don't know where you were last night, but I know what tent you will be in tonight.”
Cas groans, but it changes pitch as Dean takes his own cock into his mouth. Dean can't say it's not strange- it is- but it's not much different than using his hand. Well, except that it is totally different and sorta wrong, but he'd rather not think of that. Instead he uses all the tricks he knows get him off and holds onto his trembling thigh. Dean's eyes flick from the sharp gaze of his future and Cas's heavy lidded stare.
Dean has to grip his doppelganger's hips to keep him from thrusting. He hollows his cheeks and sucks, before pulling off with a 'pop'.
“This is why depressants aren't cool, Cas. You could be over here right now. But you had to run with the green fairy, huh?”
Dean still remembers walking in, seeing Cas with his milky drink, spoon in the other hand. It took him a minute just a realize what he was drinking, and then he felt a bit angry. He could understand Cas not being able to pop him back to his timeline- he couldn't heal Bobby and that was five years ago for Cas-the-hippy. His powers probably didn't get better.
But the heavy drinking? Right before a very important mission? A mission to kill the devil? Not the best idea Cas has ever had, and Cas had wanted to start the Apocalypse for a short time.
As Dean could not solve this with violence, sex would have to do.
The Dean under his tongue, the future him, was panting with his hands fisted in the coarse sheets under them both. Dean wasn't big on delayed satisfaction. So he dove back, rubbing his own cock against the leg trapped between his own. His jeans are tight, but the friction is just what he needs.
The body under him trembles in the way Dean know so well. So he hunches over and speeds up, licking from the base to the head in one motion.
When he comes, the taste is something Dean has only ever tasted in the mouths of other women, which could be weird, but at this moment is just incredibly hot.
As he pulls away, the five-year-older him reaches down and unsnaps his pants. “I don't think Cas has quite learned the lesson yet.”
Dean's eyes dart to were Cas is off the the side. His face is flushed and there is a distinct wet spot on his pants. Flashing back to his familiar face he replies “You might be right,” and smirks.
It doesn't take long before he spills over his own hand in a way very much unlike masturbation. And then the other him brings his hand to his lips and licks. A strangled moan erupts from Cas as he comes himself.
Dean smiles and rolls himself off. He uses the first thing he grabs (his shirt? The other him's shirt? He's not sure right now) and tucks himself in. He walks over to Cas and unties him from the chair, whispering “You've learned your lesson now?” He exits then, leaving the future to deal with itself.
He thinks he saw an extra can of beer somewhere.
The next day, while driving with Cas, he sees the pills. To counter-act the absinthe, Cas says. There is a glint in his eyes that Dean cannot trust. He wants to make Cas pull over so they can have another little “talk” but then he learns. Cas is not an angel. And he has chosen Dean's own coping mechanisms. Castiel's laugh makes him want to cry.
The thought that keeps him going, lets him move forward in this messed up future, is that he can still go back and change this. Somehow.
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Date: 2009-10-02 07:56 am (UTC)And now I don't know whether to love you or hate you. But I will probably just love you. ♥
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Date: 2009-10-03 03:49 am (UTC)the last paragraph? killed me.
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Date: 2009-10-03 03:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-03 05:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-03 12:39 pm (UTC)GUH
GUH
I called it earlier on about lots of Dean/Dean with some Cas action...and you're the first one!!!! *glomps* It's why I love you so hard!!
Very hawt. Guh.
I'm gonna sex you up so hard in chat for this, bb. ;-)
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Date: 2009-10-03 06:26 pm (UTC)Your Dean/Dean action is hot and yearning. I want it. D: And Cas wants it. I feel like we were both tied to the chair--although, if I was tied to a chair with Cas...
anyway...
-waddles off quietly-
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Date: 2009-10-20 10:04 pm (UTC)*GLEE* THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS. IT IS DEFINITELY GOING IN MY MEMORIES AND ON MY DELICIOUS. <3 :D
Also: He could understand Cas not being able to pop him back to his tmeline- he couldn't heal Bobby and that was five years ago for Cas-the-hippy.
I think you mean timeline? :3