Falling
Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Tags: BDSM, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean, Dom Castiel/Sub Dean, Collars, Cockcage, subspace, idiots in love, post-hell Dean Winchester, Praise Kink, Angel grace
Summary: Fresh out of Hell, Dean Winchester accidentally prays to Castiel in the middle of a bad BDSM scene.
Castiel comes when Dean calls. And when Dean admits he can’t trust anyone enough to let go, Castiel offers to be his Dom. After all, he has the strength and control Dean needs and he can hear Dean’s prayers. He can stop before Dean has to ask.
But the more they scene together, the harder it becomes for Castiel to get Dean to surrender to subspace.
Castiel knows he is doing something wrong.
He just doesn’t know what.
Sneak Peek: Dean let himself into the room. Sam was gone, but the bed was messy and his laptop was open, screen still aglow. Dean checked his phone and rolled his eyes. He sat on the bed that was still made. He did nothing else. He did not relax on the bed and he did not turn on the TV.
“You are—” Castiel began but stopped. “You should drink water.”
Dean snorted, but he pushed up, went to the tiny counter, and filled up one of the plastic cups. He drank it in three long swallows, throat working as he did so. Why was watching Dean drink so appealing?
Dean set the cup down and made eye contact in the mirror. “Explain what? I told you.”
“You said you like being tied,” Castiel said. “That you like letting someone else… ‘run the show’. These are mechanics, not meaning. I want to understand why.”
“You really don’t do small talk.” Dean drummed his fingers on the counter. “My head is quiet, when it’s good.”
“When it’s good, I got nothing to worry about. Guy says to put my hands behind my back, I put ‘em there. Tells me not to move, I don’t move. That’s it. No monsters. No seals. Just… doing what I’m told. All the noise…” He tapped his temple. “Goes away.”
“And tonight the noise… got louder instead?”
Dean rolled his eyes and faced him. “Got a real talent for the obvious, you know that?”
He rubbed his hand over his face, left his palm over his eyes for a moment, then dropped it. “So. Congratulations. Now you know why your righteous-ass soldier of the Lord spent his Friday night in a dungeon with a safe word.”
“I could help you,” Castiel said.
Posting Date: August 18