Fic: Plastic (Dean/Castiel, NC-17)
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tracy_loo_whoTitle: Plastic
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Uhhhm, it's technically non-con, but it's accidental and Castiel likes it, don't worry. :">
Word Count: ~1,200
Spoilers: 5x06
Notes: I CANNOT EVEN BELIEVE I WROTE THIS. It is all of your faults (link goes to spoilery still from 5x06). And no, I did not proofread it. I am kind of too embarrassed to reread it, okay?
Summary: Dean keeps touching him, and Castiel can't do anything about it.
Castiel never imagined that his first sexual experience would be like this.
He did imagine Dean to be involved, even before Dean had taken him to the den of iniquity, and Castiel knows he isn't well educated in the ways of human copulation, but he likes to think he had at least reasonable ideas about how it might go.
In all of those scenarios, Dean was at least conscious of the fact that he was taking part in Castiel's first sexual experience.
Now, though. Now Castiel is less than six inches tall, thanks to that Antichrist Dean called a "friggin' brat", and made of plastic. This part, Dean is conscious of. The part that Dean isn't conscious of is that Castiel has plastic nerve endings, and that when he touches Castiel, those sensations travel up to his plastic brain.
Castiel can't move at all, and he can't even speak. So when Dean holds him in his hand and his thumb presses into Castiel's crotch, Castiel has no choice but to let his first sexual experience happen like this.
Dean looks extremely concerned, but Castiel finds that he cannot fully appreciate or share the sentiment because he is too distracted by the wonders of opposable thumbs. The thing is, Dean won't just hold him still. He's trying to talk to Castiel, asking if Castiel can hear him or something to that effect, but he keeps shifting Castiel in his grip, and so he keeps rubbing Castiel's crotch around his thumb. The worst is when he gets frustrated and gives Castiel a tiny little squeeze.
It would be the best, because it feels surprisingly, alarmingly good, and the sensations are so completely new and glorious, but it's the worst because it makes Castiel ache and need to discover more, but he can't indicate this to Dean. He can't even press harder into Dean's thumb like he instinctively wants to. All he can do is feel frustrated and helpless when Dean slips him into his pocket and removes his thumb from Castiel's crotch.
***
The ache goes away after awhile, and Castiel comes to appreciate the warmth of Dean's pocket, and being tucked against the steady beat of his heart. He's oddly touched that Dean put him there.
Castiel is just tall enough that his head pokes up out of Dean's pocket, so he can peer out at the world. It's very, very large, but Castiel feels oddly safe, here in Dean's pocket. It helps that Dean keeps caressing his hair with an unexpected sort of tenderness when no one is looking and telling him quietly that he won't let anything bad happen to him. Because Dean says it, Castiel believes it. It also helps that when anyone -- even Sam -- asks to see him, Dean cups his hand protectively around his pocket with Castiel still in it and tells them that they can't. Castiel is grateful, because even though he knows Sam would be gentle with him, he suddenly feels uncomfortable with being touched and held by him, especially if he holds him like Dean does. He thinks maybe he is finally beginning to understand the merits of personal space.
Dean keeps getting into his, though. The plastic-hair-petting feels nice enough, but sometimes, Dean will pat his front, too. Castiel knows it's meant to be a reassuring gesture, and it also feels nice, but sometimes, it feels too nice, and that strange ache comes back, the one that makes him want to press himself against Dean's hand and possibly rub.
But he can't, and pats are by definition short-lived, and Dean only ever gives him a few at a time. So, even though Castiel doesn't know what enough feels like, he knows this isn't it.
***
There are a lot of demons. Too many, in fact, for Dean and Sam to fight, so they run. They are after Castiel, and Dean mutters, "I'm not gonna let them get you, Cas."
Castiel appreciates the sentiment, he really does. But his gratefulness is pushed aside for now because Dean keeps his palm against his pocket as he runs, pressing Castiel against his chest so he won't get dislodged by the movement.
Dean presses kind of hard. And there really is a lot of movement.
Castiel's little plastic body rubs up and down between Dean's hand and his chest with every step, and even through the cloth of Dean's pocket and the plastic of his own clothes, it feels really, very good. Especially down there. The fact that Dean's chest presses Castiel's front even harder into his hand every time he inhales makes it even better, and Dean inhales quite hard and fast when he's running.
The longer Dean runs for, the more the pleasure builds inside Castiel's crotch, until it's almost frightening in its intensity. He's close to something, close to enough, he can feel it, all he needs is for Dean to take a few more steps--
They reach the car, which Castiel knows is protected from demons, and Dean takes his hand away as he gets in because Castiel is no longer in danger of falling out of his pocket. The sudden loss of pressure makes Castiel want to scream in frustration, and for the entire drive to wherever they're going, he can't stop staring at Dean's hand on the steering wheel and wishing he could feel it on him again.
***
Wherever they're going turns out to be Bobby's library.
Dean won't let Bobby touch Castiel either, so while Sam and Bobby pore over ancient texts, it's Dean who holds Castiel in his hand to examine him. Dean examines him very thoroughly, turning Castiel over and over in his hand and looking at every part of him like he'll discover the secret to fixing him if only he looks a little bit harder. Even though he still has his plastic clothes on, Castiel feels quite exposed. He thinks this is probably because every time Dean's fingers brush over his very sensitive front, jolts of unadulterated pleasure sweep through his entire body.
This time, there isn't anything to interrupt Dean, so Castiel finally has his very first orgasm in Dean's hand, with Dean's thumb pressed into his crotch. He would moan and writhe if he could, but he can't, so Dean doesn't even notice.
He keeps on touching Castiel, and Castiel discovers that plastic bodies are nothing like what he knows of biological bodies. There is no wet spot, and his body doesn't need to recharge, only gets more and more sensitive, so Castiel has a lot of orgasms. He loses count by the sixth one because plastic brains apparently aren't made to stand up to that much pleasure overload and just lies helplessly but blissfully in Dean's hand (not that this is too different from what he was doing before).
***
Later, when they manage to restore Castiel to his rightful, human vessel, his knees buckle. Dean catches him with an alarmed grunt, arms wrapping around him automatically and pulling their bodies together, and Castiel sags heavily against him, not a muscle in his entire body capable of moving except where he's nuzzling into Dean's neck and making small, blissed out noises.
Sam and Bobby make awkward exits, and Dean strokes Castiel's hair in strangely tender bewilderment.
fin.
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF. D:
ETA: Short sequel here.
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Uhhhm, it's technically non-con, but it's accidental and Castiel likes it, don't worry. :">
Word Count: ~1,200
Spoilers: 5x06
Notes: I CANNOT EVEN BELIEVE I WROTE THIS. It is all of your faults (link goes to spoilery still from 5x06). And no, I did not proofread it. I am kind of too embarrassed to reread it, okay?
Summary: Dean keeps touching him, and Castiel can't do anything about it.
Castiel never imagined that his first sexual experience would be like this.
He did imagine Dean to be involved, even before Dean had taken him to the den of iniquity, and Castiel knows he isn't well educated in the ways of human copulation, but he likes to think he had at least reasonable ideas about how it might go.
In all of those scenarios, Dean was at least conscious of the fact that he was taking part in Castiel's first sexual experience.
Now, though. Now Castiel is less than six inches tall, thanks to that Antichrist Dean called a "friggin' brat", and made of plastic. This part, Dean is conscious of. The part that Dean isn't conscious of is that Castiel has plastic nerve endings, and that when he touches Castiel, those sensations travel up to his plastic brain.
Castiel can't move at all, and he can't even speak. So when Dean holds him in his hand and his thumb presses into Castiel's crotch, Castiel has no choice but to let his first sexual experience happen like this.
Dean looks extremely concerned, but Castiel finds that he cannot fully appreciate or share the sentiment because he is too distracted by the wonders of opposable thumbs. The thing is, Dean won't just hold him still. He's trying to talk to Castiel, asking if Castiel can hear him or something to that effect, but he keeps shifting Castiel in his grip, and so he keeps rubbing Castiel's crotch around his thumb. The worst is when he gets frustrated and gives Castiel a tiny little squeeze.
It would be the best, because it feels surprisingly, alarmingly good, and the sensations are so completely new and glorious, but it's the worst because it makes Castiel ache and need to discover more, but he can't indicate this to Dean. He can't even press harder into Dean's thumb like he instinctively wants to. All he can do is feel frustrated and helpless when Dean slips him into his pocket and removes his thumb from Castiel's crotch.
***
The ache goes away after awhile, and Castiel comes to appreciate the warmth of Dean's pocket, and being tucked against the steady beat of his heart. He's oddly touched that Dean put him there.
Castiel is just tall enough that his head pokes up out of Dean's pocket, so he can peer out at the world. It's very, very large, but Castiel feels oddly safe, here in Dean's pocket. It helps that Dean keeps caressing his hair with an unexpected sort of tenderness when no one is looking and telling him quietly that he won't let anything bad happen to him. Because Dean says it, Castiel believes it. It also helps that when anyone -- even Sam -- asks to see him, Dean cups his hand protectively around his pocket with Castiel still in it and tells them that they can't. Castiel is grateful, because even though he knows Sam would be gentle with him, he suddenly feels uncomfortable with being touched and held by him, especially if he holds him like Dean does. He thinks maybe he is finally beginning to understand the merits of personal space.
Dean keeps getting into his, though. The plastic-hair-petting feels nice enough, but sometimes, Dean will pat his front, too. Castiel knows it's meant to be a reassuring gesture, and it also feels nice, but sometimes, it feels too nice, and that strange ache comes back, the one that makes him want to press himself against Dean's hand and possibly rub.
But he can't, and pats are by definition short-lived, and Dean only ever gives him a few at a time. So, even though Castiel doesn't know what enough feels like, he knows this isn't it.
***
There are a lot of demons. Too many, in fact, for Dean and Sam to fight, so they run. They are after Castiel, and Dean mutters, "I'm not gonna let them get you, Cas."
Castiel appreciates the sentiment, he really does. But his gratefulness is pushed aside for now because Dean keeps his palm against his pocket as he runs, pressing Castiel against his chest so he won't get dislodged by the movement.
Dean presses kind of hard. And there really is a lot of movement.
Castiel's little plastic body rubs up and down between Dean's hand and his chest with every step, and even through the cloth of Dean's pocket and the plastic of his own clothes, it feels really, very good. Especially down there. The fact that Dean's chest presses Castiel's front even harder into his hand every time he inhales makes it even better, and Dean inhales quite hard and fast when he's running.
The longer Dean runs for, the more the pleasure builds inside Castiel's crotch, until it's almost frightening in its intensity. He's close to something, close to enough, he can feel it, all he needs is for Dean to take a few more steps--
They reach the car, which Castiel knows is protected from demons, and Dean takes his hand away as he gets in because Castiel is no longer in danger of falling out of his pocket. The sudden loss of pressure makes Castiel want to scream in frustration, and for the entire drive to wherever they're going, he can't stop staring at Dean's hand on the steering wheel and wishing he could feel it on him again.
***
Wherever they're going turns out to be Bobby's library.
Dean won't let Bobby touch Castiel either, so while Sam and Bobby pore over ancient texts, it's Dean who holds Castiel in his hand to examine him. Dean examines him very thoroughly, turning Castiel over and over in his hand and looking at every part of him like he'll discover the secret to fixing him if only he looks a little bit harder. Even though he still has his plastic clothes on, Castiel feels quite exposed. He thinks this is probably because every time Dean's fingers brush over his very sensitive front, jolts of unadulterated pleasure sweep through his entire body.
This time, there isn't anything to interrupt Dean, so Castiel finally has his very first orgasm in Dean's hand, with Dean's thumb pressed into his crotch. He would moan and writhe if he could, but he can't, so Dean doesn't even notice.
He keeps on touching Castiel, and Castiel discovers that plastic bodies are nothing like what he knows of biological bodies. There is no wet spot, and his body doesn't need to recharge, only gets more and more sensitive, so Castiel has a lot of orgasms. He loses count by the sixth one because plastic brains apparently aren't made to stand up to that much pleasure overload and just lies helplessly but blissfully in Dean's hand (not that this is too different from what he was doing before).
***
Later, when they manage to restore Castiel to his rightful, human vessel, his knees buckle. Dean catches him with an alarmed grunt, arms wrapping around him automatically and pulling their bodies together, and Castiel sags heavily against him, not a muscle in his entire body capable of moving except where he's nuzzling into Dean's neck and making small, blissed out noises.
Sam and Bobby make awkward exits, and Dean strokes Castiel's hair in strangely tender bewilderment.
fin.
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF. D:
ETA: Short sequel here.
