Cas's Logical Suggestion, Ending C

By CastielLovesDean

Rated M for a reason. Continue at your own peril. If you're under 18, don't read this. In fact, just don't read this.

Warning: GRAPHIC. Also, Wing!Sex with a twist. The wings idea/suggestion came from RobynInSherwood.

All three endings begin with pretty much the same first one and a half paragraphs. Don't freak out. ^_^

A prank war ensued after Gabriel stuck the 'kick me' sign on Dean's back. For obvious reasons, Dean was at a bit of a disadvantage. I mean, come on: a thirty-something mortal against an Archangel who had spent the better part of his ten thousand years on Earth pranking people in the most original and deadly ways? No contest. Plus, said Archangel didn't play fair – while Dean was limited to traditional human methods, Gabriel could alter the very fabric of reality, and was not averse to doing so just to fuck with Dean.

But the most significant problem? Gabriel didn't quite know where to draw the line. Dean didn't really mind the pirate insignia on the hood of his car, though he'd shocked himself a couple times reprogramming the horn to honk instead of play the Spongebob Squarepants theme song, but those were fairly minor infractions in the grand scheme of things. He'd only wasted a total of about 36 hours repeatedly restoring his car to the way it was, and there was no actual damage to the car (unlike the time all the air was let out of the tires), so he could handle it. No, the line was crossed in another way, and Dean didn't find out until he woke up early one morning and something was preventing him from rolling onto his back.

"What the fuck?" he grumbled groggily at nobody. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and got distracted by the large, white feather on his pillow. He smiled, figuring that Cas had left it there for him, but he realized how wrong he was when something in his periphery caught his eye. He turned his head in a frenzied triple-take before accepting that, yes, he had wings.

Fluffy, white, giant angel wings. In seconds, he discovered that he could both feel and move them. Seconds after that, as he lamented Bobby's demolished flat-screen TV, he learned that he wasn't very good at moving them. Be that as it may, Dean did his best to fold them close to his body and squeeze into his jeans. He had to twist and squat awkwardly, but he eventually made it through the heavy, iron panic room door and up the creaky basement stairs. He stomped around the surprisingly empty house for a little while, looking for the only person in the world who not only could do this to him, but would do this to him: his potential eventual double brother-in-law, Gabriel.

As he glanced out a second-floor window, he saw that Sam, Gabe, Cas, and Bobby were in the junkyard, drinking beer around a hobo-style garbage can bonfire in the pre-dawn dark. He hurried down the stairs and out the door, too angry to pay attention to the December 1st chill nipping at his naked chest and bare feet. He saw Gabriel notice him as soon as he rounded a corner, the smug dick's face lighting up without a hint of guilt. He laughed gleefully, drawing the others' attention toward Dean.

"You!" Dean accused with a pointed finger as the others gawked in shock.

"Moi?" Gabriel asked, batting his eyelashes with an air of innocence.

"Yeah, you! What could possibly be the point-" His tirade ended with an abrupt yelp as something sharp – and probably dirty and rusty – sliced the bottom of his foot. He hopped around on his good foot, cradled his bad foot, and muttered obscenities at and about Gabriel. Then, just as suddenly, though perhaps more surprisingly, he found himself cradled in Castiel's arms like a bride being carried over the threshold. His anger temporarily gave way to confusion. "Cas?"

Castiel's stare was classic Cas, penetrating and unblinking. "Yes, Dean?"

Dean wouldn't admit that Castiel's staring made him anxious. "Why are you holding me like this?"

"You hurt your foot."

"It's just a cut. I've had worse."

"It's cold outside."

"The house is, like, thirty feet that way. And there's a fire right here." When Cas started to get shifty, Dean noticed that his Angel wasn't staring him in the face for once – or at his magnificent, toned naked torso, for that matter. He followed Castiel's line of sight and slowly wondered, "Cas? Do you like my wings?"

If Cas was shifty before, that question made him downright panic. "We have to go," he cried with a slight squeak in his voice that Dean had never heard before, and the next thing he knew, they weren't in South Dakota anymore.

Dean wasn't even sure they were anywhere the civilized world knew of. It was a sandy double-beach that stretched as far as the eye could see in both directions. A bright sun was smiling from a blue, cloudless sky over the crystal clear water that could have been poured from a bottle of Dasani. It was as if God himself had placed a long strip of sand in the ocean just for Dean and Castiel. Maybe he had.

Castiel laid Dean on his back in the fine, virgin sand and started to undress.

"Cas?" Dean repeated himself.

"Take off your pants," Castiel ordered as he removed his tie.

Dean kept his pants on. "You know, you need two consenting adults for sex, and I'm a little irritated with your brother right now to be in the mood."

"That won't be a problem. Take off your pants." The Angel was already down to just his belt, pants, and underwear.

"You seem pretty confident for someone who was a virgin just a few weeks ago."

Castiel was on top of him then, staring at Dean's unfurled wings with a smile on his face that walked the line between loving and creepy. "I happen to know that in just a few seconds, you'll wish you'd stripped with more haste."

Dean was finding Castiel's cockiness to be just a little bit of a turn on, but he feigned disinterest anyway. "If you say so," agreed apathetically, "but I don't see what-" He moaned savagely as his body tensed and arched into Castiel's, the most amazing sensation he'd ever known pulsing from the junction where his new wings protruded from his back. As the fog cleared from his brain, he realized he was panting heavily and squeezing Castiel's arms hard enough to injure a human being. "Holy shit," he breathed into Cas's ear.

"Would you like to go home now, or are you going to take off your pants?"

"Pants?" Dean asked, confused. He looked down. "Oh. Pants." He blinked away the rest of the confusion. "They're gonna get in the way, aren't they?"

Castiel kissed him, then pulled back. Dean whined pitifully at the loss, but it wasn't long before his pants were lost to the sand and he once again found himself happily pinned beneath his Angel.

It wasn't long before they were in full make-out mode and he felt Castiel's hand glide up his inner thigh and ghost teasingly over his balls. For the first time since they'd been together (and ever, since they weren't having sex until then), Dean found himself on the receiving end of a gently but insistently probing finger. He tensed nervously at the new sensation, but then Castiel was caressing his wing again, and he wouldn't have cared if they were swallowed up by a hurricane at that moment. When he came back to reality, Cas had three fingers comfortably inside of him, and Dean was relieved to feel that it wasn't painful at all. They moved ever so slightly, but it made the biggest difference in the world between comfort and intense pleasure almost as wonderful as having his wings stroked. Dean hummed his approval and held Cas closer to him, wordlessly urging him to move onto the next step of intimacy.

Castiel's fingers left him, but were shortly replaced with something much larger and and more rigid. Dean knew it was Castiel's penis, and while he knew from experience it wasn't ridiculously huge or porn-worthy, he was briefly in awe at how much bigger it seemed now that it was about to be inside him. His eyes locked with Cas's, and he smiled in approval, then closed his eyes as Castiel slowly filled him, then stayed painfully still. Dean opened his eyes again. "Are we waiting for the tide to rise?" he asked sarcastically.

Cas shook his head. "No," he answered. "I'm just... reveling in the moment. I'm not sure I've ever been happier. Of course, I'd never been happy before I met you."

"Aw. How sweet. Can we do this now, or what?" Dean demanded impatiently.

Castiel pulled back and plunged forward quickly, startling Dean and making him twitch in surprise and pleasure. "Is this better?" he asked, continuing to glide in and out with grace and care.

"Yessssss," Dean agreed, closing his eyes once more and letting himself relax into the soft sand. He panted and writhed in the sand as he uncharacteristically allowed Cas to have complete control of the situation. The thrusting was soon joined by Castiel's right hand stroking his cock firmly in synch with the rhythmic motion of his hips. That didn't last long before Castiel's other hand reached Dean's wing, and he barely had time to wonder how Cas was holding himself up before he was engulfed in excruciating pleasure for the final time, overwhelmed by all three sources of ecstasy. It was all he could do to just hold onto Castiel for dear life and hope it wasn't possible to die from sensation overload – though, what a way to go! He never would be able to recall how many minutes or hours they went on like that, just that at some point it became too much, and he felt an explosion rock his loins.

When he woke up some time later, they were back in Bobby's panic room, cuddled together in bed, no trace of wings or sand or sky or water, but Dean knew with all his being that the beach had been very real. He looked at the tiny panic room window, thinking he'd seen something move, but found nothing out of the ordinary. Not that he would have cared, mind you – Gabriel may have given him wings to irritate him, and only accidentally caused the best night of his life, but Dean knew he could never, ever hate the Archangel again for as long as he lived.

Until later that day when he pissed him off again. Ah, well... one night of passion couldn't change the core personalities of two stubborn jackasses, could it?

The End. For the third and final time.