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Castiel finds great and probably perverse pleasure in cutting up John’s body. He would have preferred to do it while the man was still alive, but watching Dean take his own revenge, well. He wouldn’t have taken that away for anything.
He’s meticulous in arranging the body parts in bags, in cleaning the kitchen and Dean’s home of all traces of blood and scent. He feels a buzzing under his skin, wanting to rush to get home to his Omega, but he would never risk Dean for anything. So even though it pains him, he takes his time and comforts himself with the knowledge that he is ensuring their future.
He drives longer than he wants to dispose of the body parts, burying them in six different places, digging different sizes in the holes, and by the time he’s done the night is almost over. He should be exhausted but he is so energized, that buzzing feeling stronger with every mile he drives towards his home, towards Dean. He has the brief worry that Dean won't be there, that he will have decided to make a clean break and leave. His inner Alpha knows without a doubt though, that Dean will be there, in his home when he arrives.
As he pulls his truck down his long driveway, he smiles at the sight of Dean’s car parked outside. It looks like it belongs there, because it does.
Opening the door of his truck he practically runs up the steps of his porch, throwing his front door open with more force than he probably should have. It slams against the wall and he doesn’t even wince as he steps inside, toeing his boots off and closing it again.
He doesn’t see Dean in the living area and he frowns, before realizing Dean is probably in his bed. The thought makes him smile and he goes to wash his hands, he should shower but knowing that Dean is asleep in his bed? He can do that later. Walking down the hall, he begins to strip out of his dirty clothes. He leaves them strewn about, another thing he normally wouldn’t have done. Castiel tends to be a naturally tidy person, but that is so low on his list of priorities right now.
He’s gentler with his bedroom door than he was with the front door, not wanting to wake Dean if he’s sleeping, but he didn’t need to worry about that, as he can hear Dean’s voice calling out his name. It’s weaker than it should be and he begins to frown before he notices it. It doesn’t even take the door swinging all the way open before the scent hits him. The force of it is so strong Castiel stumbles back a single step, sucking in a sharp breath before he scents the air with a desperation that causes his inner Alpha to lurch forward, damn near stealing his control.
Dean smells better than anything Castiel could have imagined. A freshly baked apple pie with an undercurrent of sweet honey and Castiel groans because not only is the scent perfect but he can catch the undercurrent that's running through it. Dean is in heat. He can’t stop himself from taking quick steps to the side of the bed. Dean is naked, lying above the covers, his eyes half-lidded as he watches Castiel with a bleary gaze. Sweat is coating every inch of his body and under the light streaming in from beneath Castiel’s bedroom curtains he can see the flush high on Dean’s cheeks.
“Dean.” His name is a groan and a question all at once.
“Alpha,” Dean whimpers back, a hand weakly reaching up for him.
“You aren’t on supressents?” Castiel almost slaps himself for the question, its stupid and invasive but he isn’t firing on all cylinders right now.
Dean’s beautiful green eyes meet his as his hand grips Castiels forearm, pulling him to sit next to Dean on the bed. He lets out a whimper and the air is saturated with a fresh wave of heat and Castiel groans at it, his hands tightening into fists.
Dean licks his lips and his eyes haven’t left Castiel’s. “I am on suppressants.”
The words take a moment to register, Castiel can feel himself frowning. He’s confused for a moment before it hits. He can’t help the possessive growl that leaks out of his chest when he realizes. There is only one thing, one possibility that would overrule suppressants.
He knew that he was drawn to Dean in an unfathomable way, that there was something profound there but he never, ever would have guessed this. Dean was his… True Mate.
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Dean has never wanted to not feel his body so badly. Considering the beating he’s gotten over the years, he thought he was more familiar, accustomed to pain. But Jesus Christ, Dean forgot how bad a heat hurt. It must be worse because he can smell Cas, his True fucking Mate, but he’s not here, he’s not touching him and every single second is agony. He wants to peel his skin off, but he can barely move through the waves of pain. His inner Omega is in an embarrassing amount of distress, and it doesn’t get even a fraction better until he can hear the bedroom door open, a fresh wave of Cas’ scent hitting him. It provides a moment of relief and he calls out for Cas almost unthinkingly.
He just wants Cas close to him, touching him and even with Cas standing next to the bed, even with Dean pulling him down to sit next to him it isn’t close enough. It isn’t close enough until Dean can see Cas finally realizes what Dean is to him, what they are to each other. His look of awe and shock would be hilarious in literally any other situation, but Dean just wants, needs more.
“Dean,” Cas breathes.
At least he’s already glorious naked, Dean doesn’t think he could spend even another second without Cas’ skin touching his and he doesn’t have to. Cas is quick to move them until he has Dean pressed down against the mattress, chest to thigh, his hands on either side of Dean’s head. Dean isn’t even ashamed at the whimper that escapes him.
“My Omega. My mate, ” Cas’ says, voice thick with everything between them.
“Yours,” Dean chokes back before he finally pulls Cas down so their lips can meet.
It damn near makes him come just from that, his heat in full swing and being alone with it for so long making him like a goddamned fucking live wire. He lights up under Cas, moaning loudly, lips parting. Cas thank fucking god doesn’t need any more encouragement and his tongue slips inside. Dean is almost blindsided by it because holy fuck, Cas kisses with his whole body. It’s like he wants to consume Dean, wants to take his every breath, steal his very soul.
Dean knows at this moment he will never be able to live without this again.
Cas moans against his lips, his hand finally moving all over Dean’s body. One palm runs through his hair and Dean arches into the touch, but it doesn’t last. He almost complains, but then Cas is stroking across his jaw and he whimpers again. That strong, flat palm ghosts down his neck, squeezing his shoulder. That small touch, that claiming makes Dean keen against Cas’ lips, hips bucking beneath him. Their cocks slip together and Dean breaks the kiss to throw his head back, head already swimming.
Cas’ is pumping out so much arousal that the air is swimming in it, Dean is drowning and he has never been so willing to. Cas moves his lips to his scent gland and his hand ghosts across Dean’s chest. He props himself up a bit and uses the space between their chests to pinch at Dean’s nipples at the same time that he sucks at Dean’s scent gland.
“Ho-holy fuck, Cas, ” Dean cries out, head thrashing. He can feel Cas smile against his neck, before he goes back to laving and sucking at the skin. Damn, he’s gonna have a massive fucking hickey there and he can’t even bring himself to pretend to give a shit.
“Dean, God. You are divine, ” Cas pulls back to say, red eyes meeting his. The sight of Cas’ Alpha right there makes Dean cry out, and he knows that his eyes are reflecting gold right back. Usually words of praise would make Dean uncomfortable, make him want to pull away but all he wants is more.
He must have said that out loud because as Cas kisses along his collarbone he whispers more praise into his skin. The words are driving Dean mad and he wants Cas like nothing he ever has before.
“Cas, fuck, knot me please, please Alpha,” Dean begs. He is almost ashamed how Cas hasn’t laid a single hand on his dick, he hasn’t had those fingers inside his leaking hole but he’s just so desperate in a way he never has been before.
“Patience, sweet one,” Cas whispers.
“No, please. ” And look, if Dean hadn’t been so fucking out of it, he might have noticed Cas kissing down his body, but he feels absolutely feral right now and he can’t tell up from down. So he isn’t paying attention and it catches him by surprise when Cas suddenly grabs his thighs and shifts his legs up and open. Dean lets out a yelp of surprise but it’s broken off when he feels Cas’ stubble rubbing against the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh.
“God Dean, if you knew how good you smell, I need to taste you so bad,” Cas’ words are barely more than a growl before his lips are locking onto Dean and he’s eating him out with an enthusiasm and intensity that Dean almost blacks out from. His tongue doesn’t hesitate as it licks him with broad, sure strokes before lips attach and suck and Dean should probably be embarassed but he’s on the fucking edge and can’t help the orgasm that tears out of him.
He sobs with it, body locking up as he arches into Cas’ touch.
Cas growls. “God Dean, just from a single touch? You are going to ruin me.”
Good, Dean thinks blearily but his cock is already filling up again, as Cas moves his lips to lap up the come splattered over his stomach. He chokes at the sight, damn near swallowing his own tongue and Cas’ fingers replace his mouth at his hole. A finger slips in tentatively but Cas didn’t need to bother with that. Dean is so wet it slides in straight down to the knuckle with no resistance.
“Fuck,” Cas groans and pulls back from lapping at the come to tease the head of Dean’s cock, tongue licking as his slit as he pushes a second finger in. Dean is writhing under him, trying to fuck into those fingers but Cas’ other hand holds him down by the hips and Dean whimpers again.
“How many times can I make you come, Dean?” Cas’ voice is so fucking filthy and Dean shakes his head.
“N-no, knot me, please,” he’s begging, shameless in it. But Cas just smiles, those red eyes flaring at the words and he swallows Dean’s cock in one shot. Dean is reduced to a pile of need, a mess on the sheets under him as Cas makes him come with his tongue and fingers again, and again, until tears are streaming down Dean’s face and his voice is absolutely fucked from how hard he’s screaming, how hard he’s begging.
He’s damn near boneless when Cas finally takes pity on him, crawling up his body and claiming his lips in a fierce kiss. Dean moans helplessly into it, the taste of Cas and his own slick and come almost setting him off again.
“ Mine,” Cas growls again and before Dean can answer he’s sliding into him in one, long stroke.
“Fuck, yes. ” Dean claws at Cas’ back, urging him deeper, harder. Cas must have been holding back before, which would almost be funny. But he certainly isn’t now, he has Dean’s legs wrapped around his hips and it’s as Dean takes in a deep breath that he realizes why. Cas’ rut has hit and it makes Dean tremble and all he can do is take it as Cas drives into him again and again.
“Cas, fuck, knot me, mate me,” Dean begs again when he can feel Cas’ knot beginning to swell against his rim. He feels so fucked out but he still wants this so badly.
“You first, please Dean, mark me,” Cas begs and Dean almost blacks out. An alpha wanting a mark from their Omega? Jesus fuck. The groan that leaves Dean is paired with a sharp tug in Cas’ dark hair and it makes Cas snarl. “Now, Omega.” A hint of Alpha in that tone makes it impossible for Dean to hold back.
He noses along Cas’ scent gland until he finds the spot he needs and then his teeth sink in deep and it makes Dean comes again, his hole clenching hard as Cas’ knot swells, locking them together. It prolongs his orgasm and Dean pulls his teeth out to scream Cas’ name, Cas’ own moan echoing Dean’s name back.
He’s floating, barely in his body but he feels the bond between him and Cas, but it’s not completely yet and he wants that so fucking badly. He licks the bite he left behind before he pulls back, meeting Cas’ eyes.
“Me now, please,” Dean begs.
Cas finally obliges and repeats the process against Dean’s own scent gland. When his teeth sink in, the bond between them pulls before it snaps , a thread woven between them. Dean trembles as he feels the depth of his emotions reflected back to him from Cas, and he cries in relief, in love.
“Cas,” he chokes out through the tears. It takes him a moment to realize that Cas has tears on his face too and he rolls them over until Dean is laid on top of him. They’re going to be locked together for awhile, but at least its providing a brief reprieve from their heat and rut.
“Hello, Dean,” Cas whispers back and Dean hears all he doesn’t say in those words. The awe, the overwhelming love and affection. Dean never could have imagined this a week ago, but somehow he knows that this was how it was always supposed to happen. There is no universe where Dean doesn’t find Cas, where Cas doesn’t find him. And he knows no matter what happens now, he has Cas and Cas has him.
Dean is finally home.