Fic: alis grave nil, SPN
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moonlettuceTitle: alis grave nil
Author: Claire
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: R
Summary: Dean realised he was screwed when he found himself getting hard watching Castiel exorcise a demon...
Notes: From![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
big_heart_june's prompt of Latin!Castiel is a huge kink of mine so I'd also love Dean getting off on Cas chanting Latin to him. The title translates as nothing is heavy to those who have wings. Written for day 20 of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mmom. Obviously, I'm running a little behind... ::grin::
Dean realised he was screwed when he found himself getting hard watching Castiel exorcise a demon. They'd managed to trap one of the sneaky sons of bitches they'd been chasing in a church, and while the damn thing couldn't leave due the devil's trap they had it in, the exorcism just wasn't working.
Sam had been exorcizamus te this and infernalis adversarii that, and the bastard was just fucking laughing at them. Had laughed right up until a second voice joined Sam's and Cas had walked between them, stepping into the devil's trap and pressing his fingers against the demon's forehead, voice rising to be heard above the screaming that started as soon as he'd touched skin.
By the time Cas had reached Perditionis venenum propinare, the demon had been dragged out of its host and sent packing, and Dean had been so hard he didn't think there was any blood left in the upper half of his body.
He'd ended up lying to Sam about why he was walking so stiffly back the Impala, claiming that the demon got in a glancing blow to his side before they'd managed to trap it. He'd figured it was better than my dick's harder than rock because, apparently, I really get off on Cas being his badass exorcising angelic self. From the look Sam had given him as they'd climbed in the car, Dean was pretty sure Sam didn't believe a word of it, anyway.
He'd claimed the first shower once they'd gotten back to the motel, spending more time jerking off once he was in there than actually getting clean.
And that was it, Dean had told himself as he'd watched his come slide down the shower wall and down the drain. It had been adrenaline and relief and the fact that he hadn't gotten laid in a month. It had absolutely nothing to do with wanting to nail Cas through the nearest surface. Nothing.
Of course, that didn't explain a week later when they were at Bobby's with what seemed like a hundred open books in front of them and looking for the proverbial needle in a haystack. Didn't explain why his dick sat up and started begging nearly as soon as Cas appeared. And it sure as hell didn't explain why Cas picking a book up from the pile still unopened, going unfalteringly to one of the pages and starting to read had Dean about two seconds from coming.
He was kind of grateful both Bobby and Sam were still looking at Cas in surprise, because it at least gave Dean time to drop the heaviest book he could reach into his lap and hide the fact that his cock was threatening to burst the seams of his jeans each time Cas wrapped his tongue around every immundus spiritus, around every crux sancta.
It wasn't much to excuse himself, to tell them he was going for some air, still half-hard and unable to look at Cas as he walked past him.
It didn't surprise Dean when he wasn't alone for long, careful footfalls and soft rustling indicating Cas's presence.
"Cas--"
But Cas didn't let him finish, just pressed up behind him, warm and solid and hard and oh-- Because no matter what else Dean might have thought, that definitely wasn't anything in Cas's pocket, which meant the angel was pretty happy to see him.
"Dean--"
Cas's breath was hot across the back of Dean's neck, lips pressing a light kiss to Dean's shoulder as Cas's hand snaked to his jeans, deftly opening the buttons and sliding inside.
There was part of Dean saying that he possibly shouldn't have been doing that, standing on Bobby's porch, with Sam and Bobby inside, while Cas's hand moved over his flesh. But that part was soon replaced by ohholyfuckyes when Cas wrapped his hand around Dean's cock and started to jack him, grip steady and perfect and there.
Heat bloomed in him, low and needy, his hips moving into Cas's touch, as Cas pressed even closer, voice a murmur across Dean's skin as he spoke, pushing Dean closer to the edge with each moment.
"In manus tuas commendo spiritum meum--"
And Dean closed his eyes and fell.
~
In manus tuas commendo spiritum meum translates as into your hands I entrust my spirit, which were, according to Luke 23:46, the last words of Jesus on the cross.
Author: Claire
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: R
Summary: Dean realised he was screwed when he found himself getting hard watching Castiel exorcise a demon...
Notes: From
big_heart_june's prompt of Latin!Castiel is a huge kink of mine so I'd also love Dean getting off on Cas chanting Latin to him. The title translates as nothing is heavy to those who have wings. Written for day 20 of mmom. Obviously, I'm running a little behind... ::grin::Dean realised he was screwed when he found himself getting hard watching Castiel exorcise a demon. They'd managed to trap one of the sneaky sons of bitches they'd been chasing in a church, and while the damn thing couldn't leave due the devil's trap they had it in, the exorcism just wasn't working.
Sam had been exorcizamus te this and infernalis adversarii that, and the bastard was just fucking laughing at them. Had laughed right up until a second voice joined Sam's and Cas had walked between them, stepping into the devil's trap and pressing his fingers against the demon's forehead, voice rising to be heard above the screaming that started as soon as he'd touched skin.
By the time Cas had reached Perditionis venenum propinare, the demon had been dragged out of its host and sent packing, and Dean had been so hard he didn't think there was any blood left in the upper half of his body.
He'd ended up lying to Sam about why he was walking so stiffly back the Impala, claiming that the demon got in a glancing blow to his side before they'd managed to trap it. He'd figured it was better than my dick's harder than rock because, apparently, I really get off on Cas being his badass exorcising angelic self. From the look Sam had given him as they'd climbed in the car, Dean was pretty sure Sam didn't believe a word of it, anyway.
He'd claimed the first shower once they'd gotten back to the motel, spending more time jerking off once he was in there than actually getting clean.
And that was it, Dean had told himself as he'd watched his come slide down the shower wall and down the drain. It had been adrenaline and relief and the fact that he hadn't gotten laid in a month. It had absolutely nothing to do with wanting to nail Cas through the nearest surface. Nothing.
Of course, that didn't explain a week later when they were at Bobby's with what seemed like a hundred open books in front of them and looking for the proverbial needle in a haystack. Didn't explain why his dick sat up and started begging nearly as soon as Cas appeared. And it sure as hell didn't explain why Cas picking a book up from the pile still unopened, going unfalteringly to one of the pages and starting to read had Dean about two seconds from coming.
He was kind of grateful both Bobby and Sam were still looking at Cas in surprise, because it at least gave Dean time to drop the heaviest book he could reach into his lap and hide the fact that his cock was threatening to burst the seams of his jeans each time Cas wrapped his tongue around every immundus spiritus, around every crux sancta.
It wasn't much to excuse himself, to tell them he was going for some air, still half-hard and unable to look at Cas as he walked past him.
It didn't surprise Dean when he wasn't alone for long, careful footfalls and soft rustling indicating Cas's presence.
"Cas--"
But Cas didn't let him finish, just pressed up behind him, warm and solid and hard and oh-- Because no matter what else Dean might have thought, that definitely wasn't anything in Cas's pocket, which meant the angel was pretty happy to see him.
"Dean--"
Cas's breath was hot across the back of Dean's neck, lips pressing a light kiss to Dean's shoulder as Cas's hand snaked to his jeans, deftly opening the buttons and sliding inside.
There was part of Dean saying that he possibly shouldn't have been doing that, standing on Bobby's porch, with Sam and Bobby inside, while Cas's hand moved over his flesh. But that part was soon replaced by ohholyfuckyes when Cas wrapped his hand around Dean's cock and started to jack him, grip steady and perfect and there.
Heat bloomed in him, low and needy, his hips moving into Cas's touch, as Cas pressed even closer, voice a murmur across Dean's skin as he spoke, pushing Dean closer to the edge with each moment.
"In manus tuas commendo spiritum meum--"
And Dean closed his eyes and fell.
~
In manus tuas commendo spiritum meum translates as into your hands I entrust my spirit, which were, according to Luke 23:46, the last words of Jesus on the cross.
