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Banked Fires (SPN fic; Dean/Cas)

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Banked Fires (SPN fic; Dean/Cas)

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Dean-Castiel
The bad news is: this is not ANY of the 1001 things I was supposed to be doing.

The good news is: I actually wrote SPN fic I don't hate--for the first time since May. So what if it's a Dean/Cas PWP? Or that it's fever!sex, a trope (okay, kink) that I enjoy, but always feel a little queasy about? Right?

Title: Banked Fires
Rating: Hard R (maybe nc-17)
Genre: h/c and porn in about equal measures--tho' the porn might have won out in the end.
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Word Count: ~1,500
Warnings: fever!sex

a/n: written for this prompt at mad_server's wondrous Again, but with colds comment fic meme.

Summary: “Shut up, Cas. Just—" Something about Dean’s wrecked voice drove the words into Castiel’s flesh like burrs, leaving tiny pricks of desire across his throat, his groin. And so when Dean tugged him over to straddle his hips, pulled weakly at his trousers, Castiel followed his lead...


Banked Fires

Castiel had seen suffering—what else was there for an angel to see over the brutal span of human history? Wars, catastrophe, pandemic—but always from a distance, disinterested, removed.

It was different to be—close. Castiel could think of no better word for his understanding with Dean since War had brought things to a head between the Winchesters. Angel and hunter—they traveled together, fought together—and Castiel stayed through the night, even if only one of them slept.

And so when Dean muttered a ragged “sorry,” the word muffled under another savage nose swipe, and pulled them off the highway into a Motel 6, Castiel didn’t even consider leaving him to his congested misery.

“Sorry,” Dean said again, rummaging through his duffel bag for something, “Fucking cold. Just gonna try and—a—aa—“ he was interrupted by something halfway between a sneeze and a bark of pain. Castiel silently handed him a tissue from the pocket stash he’d been maintaining since Colorado. “Thanks . Just gonna try and sleep it off. Ah--” He waved the bottle of finally-located bottle of Nyquil triumphantly at the angel.

++++++

Dean was nothing if not resolute in his endeavors; he dosed himself with medicine, bundled himself in an extra layer of sweats, and burrowed into the thin motel blankets, snoring determinedly.

Castiel removed his shoes and coat, as he’d learned to do, turned off the lights, and laid himself gingerly on the bed alongside Dean, careful not to disturb his fragile rest.

The angel didn’t sleep, but he drifted, thinking of other things. And so, when the covers jerked under him, Dean wrestling his way towards freedom, Castiel was startled, pulled back from far-off worlds.

Dean was coughing—no, not coughing exactly, more like sputtering, almost gagging, trying to clear accumulated muck out of his airways. Finally, he sneezed wetly. “Cas—“
“Mmm—“ Castiel fumbled for the stack of Kleenex on the bedside table, “here—“

Dean’s palm was warm when Castiel pressed them into his waiting hand, and without thinking the angel wrapped his fingers around the hunter’s wrist. The pulse beat light and rapid under hot skin.

“Dean,” he said, “your fever—you should—“

“Yeah—“ More thick hacking.

“Where--?”

“Kit—on the sink—“

These half-phrases, Castiel thought as he got up to search for the Tylenol, were so peculiarly human. Angels rarely used words with one another, and when they did, their sentences were full, complete. Not these staccato bursts of intimacy in the dark.

++++++

Dean took the pills, some water, used five or six tissues to capacity, and tunneled back under the blankets.

But occasionally the most valiant efforts go for naught. As Castiel watched, helpless, Dean first tossed off the covers, then his sweatshirt, then the t-shirt underneath, and lay bare-chested, breathing—almost panting-- through his mouth.

“Don’t,” the angel murmured, pained, “you’ll get chilled—“

“Just—“ Dean flung himself irritably onto his stomach, “hot—and my back—fucking shoulders—“ He bit off further complaints, snuffling into the pillow.

“Oh—“ It hurt, Castiel couldn’t deny that it hurt, to hear the pain in Dean’s voice. He shifted so that he could lean over Dean, ran his fingers tentatively over the broad, hard lines of his back. He liked touch, Castiel had come to know that of Dean.

And sure enough, Dean sighed under his hands—a better sound, calmer. Castiel pressed more confidently into the heated flesh, smoothing the tense muscles in his shoulders, caressing the sharp, wingless jut of his shoulder blades, the elegant curve of his deltoids. Dean moaned a little as Castiel worked the heel of his palm into the hollow of his lower back.

The darkness, Castiel thought, made Dean’s fever seem some banked fire, encased in a wall of flesh, smoldering unseen. Castiel imagined working his hands through those embers, gently snuffing out the sparks.

He wished he really could, vanquish illness with a touch. But that was beyond him now. Indeed, if it had ever been within his reach, he didn’t know. In all those years of watching humanity, he had never felt the need to try.

And of course, it didn’t work like that now. Soon enough, Dean coughed roughly into the pillow, twisted around again, searching for air.

“Sorry—“ he gasped, “I just—“

“I know. Breathe.”

Castiel got up again, wet a washcloth in the sink. There was surely more than one way to put out a fire.

Dean seemed too exhausted to protest as Castiel soothed the cloth over his forehead, paused a little at the tender places at the corners of his jaw, behind his ears, before running it over the planes of his chest, under his arms.

So passive was he under the angel’s ministrations that Castiel was genuinely surprised when Dean clumsily grabbed his hand, stopped the movement.

He was sure that the hunter would tell him to back off now, stop fussing. That was the way Dean was. But Dean didn’t say anything. Instead, he took the cloth away, and slowly, but firmly, guided Castiel’s hand lower, until it cupped Dean’s sex, half-hard and hotter even than the rest of his body, through his boxers.

“Dean—“ Castiel protested, “we shouldn’t—not now—“ But he could feel the heat start to build in his own veins, fire crawling up his own skin--

In answer, Dean threw one arm over his face, and sneezed harshly into his elbow. With his other hand, he curled Castiel’s fingers more firmly around the length of his cock.

Between the warmth emanating from Dean’s body below him, and the branding grip of his hand, Castiel felt like he’d plunged into some alien atmosphere, some hotter planet than their own. It knocked him off-balance slightly, made him over-eager, and in his excitement, he squeezed too hard.

Dean made a pained sound, and Castiel loosened up quick. “Sorry,” he whispered, self-conscious, “sorry.”

“Shut up, Cas. Just—" Something about Dean’s wrecked voice drove the words into Castiel’s flesh like burrs, leaving tiny pricks of desire across his throat, his groin. And so when Dean tugged him over to straddle his hips, pulled weakly at his trousers, Castiel followed his lead, freed them both from their clothing, set as controlled a rhythm as he could, even though the friction of Dean’s cock against his own threatened to send him hurtling over the edge.

Having set things in motion to his satisfaction, Dean lay back against the sheets with a sigh. Castiel couldn’t see his face in the darkness, just the outline of his body, boneless and lax. It wasn’t Dean’s usual way when they did this—he was an active lover, vocal. But Castiel found, to his surprise, that the trust inherent in the posture, the surrender, only fueled his own need. He stroked more confidently along their joined lengths, found with his other hand the sensitive spot between cock and balls, heard their rapid breathing fall into sync.

The fever seemed to have robbed Dean of some of his stamina as well. A hitch in breath, a sharp buck of the hips, and he climaxed with a thick, guttural growl of satisfaction. The familiar smell in the dark room, the slick wetness between his fingers as he eased Dean through the aftershocks, released the last of Castiel’s restraint, and he came too, striping Dean’s belly beneath him.

He traced a finger through it idly as the waves of pleasure receded, wondering, as he always did, if all humans felt this—this secret wonder, this secret joy.

There was sweat now too, along Dean’s torso, gathering in the dips of his pelvic bone. Probably a good thing, Castiel thought, maybe the fever breaking. He untangled himself carefully, retrieved a whole stack of towels from the bathroom, a roll of toilet paper.

Dean was already shivering lightly when he got back, and Castiel cleaned them both off as quickly as he could, found Dean some dry clothes, rescued the far-flung blankets from the floor. Dean devoted himself to the toilet paper, blowing into sheet after sheet of it, a weird symphony of snorts and snuffles. Eventually he started making another sound, more burble-y, that had Castiel worried.

“Dean--?” he asked.

But it turned out to be laughter. “I’ll say one thing for you, Cas,” Dean’s amusement cut through layers of congestion, “you sure do know how to clear a guy’s sinuses.” And he landed the rough head rub and hair muss that the angel had long ago learned to understand as a kiss.

fin
  • (no subject) - ex_calamity172
    • I doubt it! but thanks for reading--glad you liked that sentence!

      (and jinx! we just both posted R fic at the same time! I read yours thru' for sheer pleasure, before I realized it was there for beta'ing! will have to go back tomorrow--great stuff, tho')
  • Wow, this is really good. Hot, yes, but there's so much more to it than just the porn. I particularly enjoyed this bit:

    Angels rarely used words with one another, and when they did, their sentences were full, complete. Not these staccato bursts of intimacy in the dark.

    Damn good stuff!
    • I'm so happy you enjoyed it! Thanks for pulling out that sentence--I'm glad you thought there was more to the fic than just porn-- Thanks so much for reading and commenting!
  • And he landed the rough head rub and hair muss that the angel had long ago learned to understand as a kiss.

    Best line and great description of their relationship!
  • Ooooh - lovely and intimate and beautifully written. Love the humorous twist at the end.
    • I'm so glad you enjoyed it! And yeah--I can't imagine Dean would put up with the whole hushed reverence thing for long, even with Cas :)

      Thanks for reading and commenting!
  • Dude, this is NOT PWP, okay? Cross out the first P and W. *melts, almost*
    • Btw, I'm glad they had the porn going. At least between the two sneezing suffering souls, Dean had something good out of it, and I get to watch that.
    • Aw, thank you! I'm glad you felt like there was more there! Thanks for reading and commenting!
  • this is pretty sexy and intimate. :D i like!
  • Aww sick!Dean plus some sexxin' is always awesome!!! I love this the best though: "You sure do know how to clear a guy's sinuses." LOL!
    • hee! I'm glad you liked that last line--I figured Dean could only go so long without cracking a joke ;)

      Glad you enjoyed the fic--thanks for reading and commenting!
  • Beautiful piece, the intimacy between them was palpable and, well, the sex was hot!

    I really liked this sentence and all the related paragraph :)
    Not these staccato bursts of intimacy in the dark.
  • STILL the best thing ever! Thanks again! <3
  • Okay, I gotta say it. Every time I read the title of this fic I read it as Banked Fries, and it amuses me to no end XD

    Love the story to bits. I never thought I'd like fever!sex, but hey! Look at that! I do! :D
    • lol--you know, I looked the phrase up on de.li.cious before I used it, to make sure it hadn't been used as a title too much--and that's exactly what the search engine told me: "do you mean "baked fries"?" Guess that's why people don't use the title more for fics ;)

      Very glad you liked the story, tho'--fever!sex is a tricky trope for me too....Thanks for reading and commenting!
  • And he landed the rough head rub and hair muss that the angel had long ago learned to understand as a kiss.
    Favorite line!
    Lovely intimate look at Cas taking care of a sick Dean.
  • This is lovely, despite my brain going "Ew, muckus" throughout the whole thing. ^_^'

    Love caring!Cas.
    • I know--the snot factor is one of big reasons this trope is hard to read (and write) *g* I'm so glad you enjoyed the fic anyway--thanks for reading and commenting!
  • That was delicious h/c, and I love how the emotions were so closely all mixed in with the sex.
    • I'm so glad you enjoyed it! And I'm glad you found that emotions and sex were so intertwined--that's something I've been trying to work on--
      thanks for reading!
  • I just wanted to say again that I LOVE THIS.

    I've recced it here, btw.
    • Uhhh, WRONG LINK, sorry. The rec can be found here. ;D
    • Thank you! And thanks so much for the lovely rec *blushes* (I'm trying to have the courage of my convictions, and own up to the fact that I like fever!sex too....)
  • This was great. There needs to be more sneezy!Dean. He's just so adorable! \o/
    • Thank you--I'm glad you enjoyed it! (and for more sneezy!Dean, just check out the comment fic meme linked above!)
  • Lovely, wonderful job.
  • Guh, this is delicious. I love Castiel's appreciation for the lines of Dean's body and for the delicate places.
    • I'm so glad you enjoyed it! Imagining Castiel's appreciation for the lines of Dean's body may have been the easiest part to write ;)

      thanks for reading!
  • Loved this, particularly: And he landed the rough head rub and hair muss that the angel had long ago learned to understand as a kiss. That sounds like Dean.
    • I'm so glad you enjoyed it! and that that line sounded in character for Dean--

      thanks so much for reading and commenting!
  • Awww I love this. There is not enough Dean-with-a-cold fic out there and Cas taking care of him is extra awesome.
    • I'm so glad you enjoyed it! There can never be enough Dean-with-a-cold fic, imho, and I'm happy to be able to do my bit for the cause *g*

      Thanks for reading!
  • This was a really nice surprise; you definitely got the intimacy with this and the tenderness, without it being sappy. They just seem joined at the hip but it's so seamless, you can't really tell how it's done. Thanks, I absolutely loved it!
    • Thank you for this lovely feedback! You really touched on so much of what I was aiming for--intimacy and tenderness w/o going OTT--these are the things that really fascinate me about relationships--i'm so please it came across that way--

      Thanks for reading and commenting!
  • I'm easing myself into D/C gradually and love this sort of fic, where the feelings run so deep and Dean is so damn surly in his affection, like this: "And he landed the rough head rub and hair muss that the angel had long ago learned to understand as a kiss." I love that line so much! Feverish sex: who knew? I really enjoyed this! :-D
    • I'm so glad you enjoyed it--and especially that you thought that the feelings ran deep! This is my first really explicit Dean/Cas fic, so I can appreciate the gradual slide into the pairing *g*. Thanks so much for reading and commenting!
      • LOL, this is the first one I've read where the rubbing of parts took place, and bodily fluids resulted. Some of my D/C buddies have assured me that this means I have now passed GO! and that my fall into rampant boy sex will be rapid from this point on...

        I will now officially consider you an important milestone... so friending you: hope that's OK! :-)

        Edited at 2010-09-27 04:29 pm (UTC)
        • lol--I'm very honored to have provided that milestone for you! friending you back--

          (in my experience, it's a matter of finding a pairing/ situation that works for you--I've always read the stuff, and tried some het!Dean, but I didn't feel good about any of the R or NC-17 stuff I wrote until I started writing Holmes/Watson and John/Sherlock....this Dean/Cas thing seems to be a byproduct *g*)

          I hope your fall into D/C is a happy one (there is some great stuff out there!)
  • Love, love, love this!

    There are not enough words to explain how much I enjoyed this fic. Well done!
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