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emerald_embersTitle: Take Me All The Way
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairings: Castiel/Dean
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 1196
Summary: Castiel had seen everything about Dean, but the most appealing bits were rarely on show.
Author's Notes: Originally written for blindfold_spn for the request Dean/Castiel foot fetish.
Dean didn't notice anything strange the first time Castiel ever touched his feet; he hadn't even commented on it at the time, mostly because he'd been too busy swearing in pain. Standing on a nail while escaping an angel-proofed holding cell could have made anyone grumpy, especially if they happened to do so in socked feet while hiding from aforementioned captor's sensitive hearing.
As soon as his former captor had been dispatched, all too peacefully in Dean's opinion, he had let rip and cursed the air blue as he broke the seals to let Castiel in.
"I don't give a shit about constipation," Dean had said, no pun intended. "Just get me back to the motel."
Castiel had looked down at the source of Dean's recently developed limp, dropped to his knees, and taken the injured foot in hand.
"Jesus fuck, Cas!" Dean had yelped when Castiel tentatively pressed down on the broken skin, before holding his breath as Castiel's now familiar healing warmth passed through his foot, knitting everything back together and taking the pain away.
Castiel nodded and stood up before giving Dean a long, thorough kiss. "Sam is at the motel," Castiel said, body language still stiff and awkward even if he had significantly relaxed in other areas since they first met. "Do you want to go back immediately?"
Dean had grinned, wrapped his arms around Castiel's waist and drawn him in for another kiss. "Sam can wait."
The next time had been more of a clue, even if he hadn't paid much attention at the time. Dean had been cleaning the motel barefoot - they'd paid for this one with real money and he was damned if he wasn't getting back the deposit - when he managed to stub his toe hard enough to break the damned thing.
He'd been cussing enthusiastically when Castiel showed up out of the blue, dropped to his knees, gripped Dean's foot and popped the toe back into place before healing the break. He'd glared at Dean throughout and Dean had, at the time, assumed it was on account of the language; he still hadn't grown out of the blasphemy habit and didn't really intend to.
"You should take better care of yourself," Castiel had declared before deciding to take advantage of his position on the floor while Sam was occupied cleaning the bathroom.
Dean had never been one for surprise sex, but he could very much get behind surprise blow-jobs.
The pieces that he hadn't realised were pieces clicked into place finally on one of the rare nights where Sam did the decent thing and left them to their own business. Dean spent most of it trying to introduce Castiel to Star Wars while Castiel tried to drive Dean mad with inane questions about the movies. He had been in a relationship with Castiel for some time, but despite earlier rounds of amazing sex, Castiel seemed uninterested in anything more than sitting by Dean's side until Dean decided his feet were too warm and toed his socks off, kicking them onto the floor.
Castiel's slacks did nothing to hide the sudden tent in them, and Dean turned around on the bed, his back to the television, and dropped his feet in Castiel's lap.
"Knock yourself out," Dean said, rubbing his toes over the hard outline of Castiel's erection and grinning wickedly.
Castiel seemed frozen with uncertainty, digging his fingers into the mattress, breath catching and skin flushing beautifully as if he were an embarrassed virgin.
Dean knew one thing for certain; Castiel certainly wasn't a virgin anymore, and after regaining his breath he seemed to remember as much, unzipping his flies and freeing his cock to press up against Dean's foot. "Not just your toes," Castiel said, taking hold of Dean's ankle with a shaky hand to guide it in rubbing up and down; Dean had the strength to hold the position as long as he needed to, but not so much the dexterity for movement. "Your toes, the arch, the ball, the heel, everything," he had to pause for a moment, keening out loud and shutting his eyes. "Your feet are beautiful. All of you is beautiful, but I rarely see these -"
Dean licked his lips, palmed his own cock as it started to get uncomfortable; Castiel's arousal was infectious and he knew he would have to start paying attention to his own soon enough. "Do you want to take a closer look?"
Castiel couldn't quite say yes but he nodded enthusiastically enough, so Dean figured he could kill two birds with one stone and climbed out of the bed for a brief moment, just long enough to pull off his boxers. "You don't find this strange, Dean?" Castiel asked as Dean climbed back on the bed, settling himself between Castiel's legs and lying down to get more comfortable, returning one foot to Castiel's erection and pressing the other against Castiel's chin.
"Duh, it's strange. Strange can be pretty fucking awesome."
Castiel seemed more than happy to accept that explanation, jerking himself off against Dean's foot with one hand, holding the other up so he could lick between Dean's toes, his tongue warm and wet and much less ticklish than Dean had expected.
That much was definitely a good thing, as Dean tended to kick when tickled.
Dean stroked his own cock lazily, more preoccupied with enjoying and exploiting Castiel's new found weakness than with coming; Castiel was usually the one giving him unexpectedly incredible orgasms and knowing everything about how his body worked, so it was refreshing to be the one in complete control for once.
It had been a long, long time since he'd heard Castiel involuntarily break out into Enochian, but he could tell the difference between a moan and a word, even if he didn't necessarily know what that word meant. Whatever Castiel was saying, he was repeating it over and over and occasionally adding in "Dean" for good measure before biting down on Dean's heel as he bucked up against the other foot one last time and started spurting, wet and faintly sticky between Dean's toes.
Dean didn't normally push for more, but after wiping both feet roughly down on the mattress he sat up and leant over, thumbing Castiel's lips open. "I'm not kissing you until you've brushed your teeth," Dean said, "But I'd appreciate you licking something else."
Whether Castiel was too dazed to disagree or genuinely liked sucking Dean off, Dean wasn't sure, but the angel was quick to oblige.
Well, quick to nod, and significantly slower to oblige; he seemed to struggle with regaining full use of his limbs, sated and boneless in a way Dean had never seen before.
Maybe it was the wrong time to say it, maybe it was the right time to say it, but the words slipped out as Castiel wrapped his lips around Dean's cock and repaid the favour of what had clearly been a mind-blowing experience for him.
"I fucking love you."
Castiel pulled back for one brief, painful moment, and looked up. "That would sound better in Enochian, but thank you."
Dean threaded his hand through Castiel's hair and put the angel back to work.
At least he'd tried to be romantic.
Really.
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairings: Castiel/Dean
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 1196
Summary: Castiel had seen everything about Dean, but the most appealing bits were rarely on show.
Author's Notes: Originally written for blindfold_spn for the request Dean/Castiel foot fetish.
Dean didn't notice anything strange the first time Castiel ever touched his feet; he hadn't even commented on it at the time, mostly because he'd been too busy swearing in pain. Standing on a nail while escaping an angel-proofed holding cell could have made anyone grumpy, especially if they happened to do so in socked feet while hiding from aforementioned captor's sensitive hearing.
As soon as his former captor had been dispatched, all too peacefully in Dean's opinion, he had let rip and cursed the air blue as he broke the seals to let Castiel in.
"I don't give a shit about constipation," Dean had said, no pun intended. "Just get me back to the motel."
Castiel had looked down at the source of Dean's recently developed limp, dropped to his knees, and taken the injured foot in hand.
"Jesus fuck, Cas!" Dean had yelped when Castiel tentatively pressed down on the broken skin, before holding his breath as Castiel's now familiar healing warmth passed through his foot, knitting everything back together and taking the pain away.
Castiel nodded and stood up before giving Dean a long, thorough kiss. "Sam is at the motel," Castiel said, body language still stiff and awkward even if he had significantly relaxed in other areas since they first met. "Do you want to go back immediately?"
Dean had grinned, wrapped his arms around Castiel's waist and drawn him in for another kiss. "Sam can wait."
The next time had been more of a clue, even if he hadn't paid much attention at the time. Dean had been cleaning the motel barefoot - they'd paid for this one with real money and he was damned if he wasn't getting back the deposit - when he managed to stub his toe hard enough to break the damned thing.
He'd been cussing enthusiastically when Castiel showed up out of the blue, dropped to his knees, gripped Dean's foot and popped the toe back into place before healing the break. He'd glared at Dean throughout and Dean had, at the time, assumed it was on account of the language; he still hadn't grown out of the blasphemy habit and didn't really intend to.
"You should take better care of yourself," Castiel had declared before deciding to take advantage of his position on the floor while Sam was occupied cleaning the bathroom.
Dean had never been one for surprise sex, but he could very much get behind surprise blow-jobs.
The pieces that he hadn't realised were pieces clicked into place finally on one of the rare nights where Sam did the decent thing and left them to their own business. Dean spent most of it trying to introduce Castiel to Star Wars while Castiel tried to drive Dean mad with inane questions about the movies. He had been in a relationship with Castiel for some time, but despite earlier rounds of amazing sex, Castiel seemed uninterested in anything more than sitting by Dean's side until Dean decided his feet were too warm and toed his socks off, kicking them onto the floor.
Castiel's slacks did nothing to hide the sudden tent in them, and Dean turned around on the bed, his back to the television, and dropped his feet in Castiel's lap.
"Knock yourself out," Dean said, rubbing his toes over the hard outline of Castiel's erection and grinning wickedly.
Castiel seemed frozen with uncertainty, digging his fingers into the mattress, breath catching and skin flushing beautifully as if he were an embarrassed virgin.
Dean knew one thing for certain; Castiel certainly wasn't a virgin anymore, and after regaining his breath he seemed to remember as much, unzipping his flies and freeing his cock to press up against Dean's foot. "Not just your toes," Castiel said, taking hold of Dean's ankle with a shaky hand to guide it in rubbing up and down; Dean had the strength to hold the position as long as he needed to, but not so much the dexterity for movement. "Your toes, the arch, the ball, the heel, everything," he had to pause for a moment, keening out loud and shutting his eyes. "Your feet are beautiful. All of you is beautiful, but I rarely see these -"
Dean licked his lips, palmed his own cock as it started to get uncomfortable; Castiel's arousal was infectious and he knew he would have to start paying attention to his own soon enough. "Do you want to take a closer look?"
Castiel couldn't quite say yes but he nodded enthusiastically enough, so Dean figured he could kill two birds with one stone and climbed out of the bed for a brief moment, just long enough to pull off his boxers. "You don't find this strange, Dean?" Castiel asked as Dean climbed back on the bed, settling himself between Castiel's legs and lying down to get more comfortable, returning one foot to Castiel's erection and pressing the other against Castiel's chin.
"Duh, it's strange. Strange can be pretty fucking awesome."
Castiel seemed more than happy to accept that explanation, jerking himself off against Dean's foot with one hand, holding the other up so he could lick between Dean's toes, his tongue warm and wet and much less ticklish than Dean had expected.
That much was definitely a good thing, as Dean tended to kick when tickled.
Dean stroked his own cock lazily, more preoccupied with enjoying and exploiting Castiel's new found weakness than with coming; Castiel was usually the one giving him unexpectedly incredible orgasms and knowing everything about how his body worked, so it was refreshing to be the one in complete control for once.
It had been a long, long time since he'd heard Castiel involuntarily break out into Enochian, but he could tell the difference between a moan and a word, even if he didn't necessarily know what that word meant. Whatever Castiel was saying, he was repeating it over and over and occasionally adding in "Dean" for good measure before biting down on Dean's heel as he bucked up against the other foot one last time and started spurting, wet and faintly sticky between Dean's toes.
Dean didn't normally push for more, but after wiping both feet roughly down on the mattress he sat up and leant over, thumbing Castiel's lips open. "I'm not kissing you until you've brushed your teeth," Dean said, "But I'd appreciate you licking something else."
Whether Castiel was too dazed to disagree or genuinely liked sucking Dean off, Dean wasn't sure, but the angel was quick to oblige.
Well, quick to nod, and significantly slower to oblige; he seemed to struggle with regaining full use of his limbs, sated and boneless in a way Dean had never seen before.
Maybe it was the wrong time to say it, maybe it was the right time to say it, but the words slipped out as Castiel wrapped his lips around Dean's cock and repaid the favour of what had clearly been a mind-blowing experience for him.
"I fucking love you."
Castiel pulled back for one brief, painful moment, and looked up. "That would sound better in Enochian, but thank you."
Dean threaded his hand through Castiel's hair and put the angel back to work.
At least he'd tried to be romantic.
Really.
