Fic: A Traditonal Family, Chapter 13

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They continued with small talk, until Sam finally took his leave. Considering a moment, Castiel found he had no wish to continue working. His mind was now filled with Dean.

Sighing, Castiel reviewed his conversation. Although the Sam told him he didn’t need to talk to Dean - aside from the fact he wasn’t taking advice on how to manage his omega from a puppy - that clearly wasn’t true. Dean was upset, and therefore Dean needed to talk about it. If left to his own devices Dean would stamp down anything remotely approaching an emotion, until it was too much and, well, then they were going to be a very unhappy household. And Castiel didn't want that.

With a firm nod, Castiel stood. The situation required (at the very least) some investigation. And if said investigation led to some quality time with his pup, well... Castiel wouldn't day no. And really, wasn't that a much better idea? The topic of Dean and Sam was fraught with danger, and though Castiel never baulked at the hard conversations... what could he really say that wasn't going to lead to a very distressed Dean back talking and ending up over his knee? Castiel would much rather have his omega squirming lustfully across his lap.

And really, was there a better time than now? Castiel had been waiting for the right opportunity to teach Dean that spanking could be a... pleasurable... thing. Was now the right time?

Castiel got no pleasure from punishing Dean, although it would be a lie to say he didn’t enjoy the sight of Dean’s hot, red ass. And if Dean wasn’t furiously paddling the river of denial, he’d admit how much he liked it too.

Castiel took his time walking to Dean’s room, considering the best way to approach this. Dean would think he was there at Sam's behest, and while his impetus has been bringing Dean back into line, further consideration revealed that it was the wrong action. It really wasn't his place. Yes, Sam had come to him, and Castiel had told the young alpha to apologise, and yes, he'd have a quick word with Dean about politeness and manners. Then it was up to the boys to deal with it, or escalate it as they saw fit. Dean was still expected to abide by their rules, but outside of that? Well, really it was out of Castiel’s hands.

Not that anything was that simple. Castiel predicted there would be plenty of arguments in the near future, leading to an unhappy, spanked brat. Castiel huffed a laugh and made a mental note to make sure all the corners were dust free: best scenario less dust, worst case, Dean wouldn't sneeze as well as think on his woes. Castiel didn’t like an unhappy pup.

His poor pup... wanted so hard to do the right thing. They'd been going so well, but Sam... well, just Sam's presence scratched at barely healed scabs on Dean's heart. Castiel knew it was hard for Dean. Dean had always been the older brother, the one in charge. And while Castiel had hopes for how their relationship would develop, he had to trust his brat to find the right path.

Or ask for help. Snorting softly, he reflected on how likely that was.

Shaking his head, Castiel determined to think on more pleasant topics.

Namely Dean’s delectable ass.

But Castiel couldn't stop his thoughts drifting back to the other pup in the house: Sam was young. He was still developing into the alpha he was meant to be. Growing up was always painful. Not to mention he was processing a lot: the fact that his brother was an omega, the sort of relationship Dean had, and how Sam thought about it. It was challenging, that much was obvious. Sam saw that Dean was more comfortable with himself, but couldn’t yet bring himself to condone the traditional aspects of Dean’s relationship.

Troublesome pups, Castiel thought fondly. But he wouldn’t be without them. Not now. They were becoming a pack.

Almost a pack.

Reaching the door to Dean’s room, Castiel paused. Maybe if they found a mate for Sam, he would be less concerned about Dean, and more concerned with keeping his own affairs in order.

It was an interesting thought, but something to think about later.

Right now he wanted to spank his omega’s ass red in the most enjoyable way possible.

--oo--

Knocking loudly, Castiel waited a few moments before opening the door.

As expected, Dean couldn’t hear through the noise blocking headphones. (And they did block the noise. Castiel had demanded a demonstration, after all, Dean wasn’t allowed to just ignore him). Less expected was the way his pup was dancing about. That seemed a far cry from the petulant brat Sam had described.

Castiel took a moment to appreciate the sight: Dean’s panty clad ass shimmying to tunes unheard. It was a damn fine sight: Dean’s ass was definitely on his favourites list, and right now it was covered green silk.

Tilting his head, Castiel squinted. That was a nice shade of green. And should Dean turn around, it would probably match his eyes. He didn’t remember buying those ones, but he definitely needed to buy more in that shade...

Then again, some in red would be good too. A nice shade that reflected the heat of Dean’s freshly spanked ass – a sight Castiel would soon be enjoying. And blue. Dean liked it when he matched Castiel a little – something Castiel was more than happy to indulge. He’d better get some pink, too. After all, a soft pink glow was also attractive…

Ah, who was he trying to kid. Castiel was just going to buy anything that caught his fancy. Dean’s ass – spanked or not – looked great in everything. Silks, satins, laces… As he thought of his pretty little pup in pretty little panties… of ripping them off with his teeth, or Dean coming in them as Cas rubbed him to completion. With a soft growl, Castiel felt his cock harden and his lust fill the air.

He made no effort to damp it down. There were definitely worse ways to announce his presence.

And it worked: one moment Dean was shimmying away, the next he stilled, hip jutted out quite delightfully. Spinning on one foot, he caught sight of Castiel, his face lighting up as he took in his alpha. And if Castiel couldn’t contain the satisfied little growl, well, an alpha would have to made of stone to not react.

“Cas!”

Dean threw himself at Castiel. Luckily, Castiel was well prepared, and scooped him up into a princess hold, earning a delightful little squeak.

“What the fuck, Cas! Put me down! You don’t need to carry me!”

He loved it when Dean protested. All manly words with coupled with liquid eyes that begged Castiel to hold him closer and to never let go. Growling, Castiel lowered his face to Dean’s, nipping until, with a soft sigh, Dean parted his lips and Castiel was there tasting and taking until they were both breathless.

Breaking the kiss, Castiel ran his nose down Dean’s throat, scenting his sweet omega, and tasting his pleasure. He bit lightly, worrying at the skin until a dark red mark bloomed on Dean’s pale throat. That would bruise nicely, Castiel noted with dark satisfaction. Readying himself to add another, he paused as Dean’s hand pushed against him, a request to stop.

--oo--

Dean knew he needed to stop this. He was still pissed off and he wanted his mate to know! It would be so easy to just go with the feel of his alphas lips on his… but Dean was made of sterner stuff. He could resist his alpha's kiss.

For now.

Taking a deep breath, he reminded himself of how awful his alpha was. He’d sulked the better part of the morning, angry that Castiel had turned down spending time with him. Sure, Dean had only suggested a movie, but it wasn’t about the movie. It was about... about Cas remembering he was there! It was about spending time together. Not that Dean would ever admit that, not even upon pain of death would he ever confess to it!

And yeah, it was a moot point since everyone already knew but as long as no one mentioned it in his hearing, it was all good.



But.

But given that everyone knew, certain stupid alpha’s should take it for the invitation it was, not casually inform their mate that they’d seen Die Hard seventeen times already.

Storming off, Dean had cleaned the kitchen with the intention of working through his grievances. However, when the kitchen was clean and shiny and he was still unhappy with his alpha, he’d taken off to visit Sam. Because why shouldn’t Sam suffer as well?

Plus, Sammy was actually a good listener these days.

So he’d barged into the Sammy’s bedroom – because he had a standing invitation, and Sam couldn’t take it back now - ready to launch into his litany of woe. Instead, he’d found the room empty of Sam and scattered with half-packed boxes.

All that did was remind him that he was pissed off at stupid Sam and his stupid plan to find his own place.

So Dean headed to the studio. And it was lucky he didn't run into either of his thick headed, unfeeling alphas on the way, because Dean wasn't stupid. He knew he ran off at the mouth when he was pissed. Instead he'd turned the music up load and danced angrily and then sadly and then he'd almost made it back to happy when he's stupid alpha turned up.

Cas who had been too busy to take a break. Cas who must have come at the urging of a Winchester that wasn’t Dean. Cas who’d better have a damn good explanation for interrupting his important work at the urging of his tattle-tale brother!

--oo--

Castiel was not impressed when Dean wriggled out of his hold, putting distance between them. His first thought was to scold him, but instead he watched, fascinated as Dean brow filled with storm clouds. Clouds which were then turned upon his alpha.

Castiel sighed regretfully. He really hoped Dean was going to behave.

“Cas.”

Dean sounded so disapproving Castiel wanted to laugh! Now where could have learnt that particular tone? But rather than tease his precious pup, Castiel inclined his head. “Yes, Dean?”

Dean’s lips tightened and Castiel kept his silence.

At any other time they would be having a discussion about manners and appropriate behaviour. But… but that really wasn’t how Castiel wanted to play this. He desperately wanted his brat over his knee, but he wanted him there because he chose to be there, not because he’d mouthed off to his alpha.

Again.

While Castiel considered the best way to salvage the situation, the silence persisted a little too long. Dean was never comfortable when it felt like Castiel ignored him. A hangover from John, Castiel was sure, and thus something Castiel did his level best to assure Dean he was important and loved even when he was bratting out.

Like now.

“I thought you were working today? Busy you said? Too busy to stop and do anything fun.”

Dean paused and made a big show of “thinking” as he crossed his arms and glared at Castiel. Now was not a good time to laugh, Castiel knew that. But, god, his brat was such a drama queen!

“I was sure you said that, Cas. What was it? You had work to do, and no time to watch a movie. Important stuff, wasn't it, Cas?“

It was difficult to not roll his eyes. “We’ve seen Die Hard at least…” the number currently escaped him, “many times, Dean. You know I love spending ti - watching movies with you, but I-”

“That’s not the point!”

Castiel raised an eye brow. Interrupting and rude. Both things Castiel found acceptable.

Noting his alpha’s expression, Dean softened his voice. “So you’re busy, Cas, I get that. But then suddenly you can come and…”

Dean trailed off, and Castiel watched thoughts chase each other across his omega’s face.

“I mean, I know you’re a busy alpha, but… if you’re busy, and Sam goes…”

Dean’s eyes narrowed and he glared at his alpha. “So Sam was a tatt…”

Enough was enough.

“Be very careful with what you choose to say next, Dean.” Castiel made his voice sharp. “Being unhappy with someone doesn’t mean you can forget all your manners. And being angry at Sam does not mean you have free reign to be rude to me.”

Dean didn’t look like he would heed the warning, and while Castiel would usually allow Dean to sass his way over Castiel’s knee, Castiel had plans. Plans which were much more enjoyable than sticking his brats nose in the corner.

Plus, Dean was extremely unreasonable when it came to Sam. Really, Castiel was saving Dean from himself.

“I am not going to stand here and be sassed by my brat. You have ten minutes to cool down and meet me in the bedroom. Please be on time, Dean.”

He kept his voice sharp before turning on his heel and exiting. He didn’t need to look to know he was leaving his open mouthed omega behind him.

--oo--

Dean was actually punctual. Pleased, Castiel ran his fingers through Dean’s hair as he walked through their bedroom to the bathroom. “Clothes off and kneeling by the bed before I’m back in there, pup.”

--oo--

Luxuriating under the warm water, he didn’t hurry. He wasn’t concerned about Dean kneeling: he knew (and loved) all his omega’s bratty tricks. Dean would wait until the shower turned off before dropping to his knees on the pillow, so Cas took his time.

He was really rather excited. He’d never spanked Dean for Dean’s pleasure. It wasn’t that he ever had the intention of… well, he never went in with the intention of punishing Dean, but somehow his mouthy omega managed to end up over his knee for all the wrong reasons.

And Castiel wanted to change that. Following a spanking Dean was usually relaxed and cuddly. It would be great if they could add sated and happy to that list.

--oo--

Although Dean wasn’t off to a great start. Although he was kneeling, he wasn’t at all relaxed.

Instead his pup had a scowl painted across his face, muttering complaints of “Sam” and “tattle tale” and “not fair” and “don’t believe a word” and –

“Was there something you wanted to say to me, Dean?”

Dean jumped, having been too intent on complaining to notice Castiel entered the room. Although he gave the appearance of giving Castiel’s words serious consideration, when he looked at his alpha, Dean’s attitude was front and centre.

This was not going according to plan.

“Actually, pup, let me stop you there.”

Castiel made his way to the bed. Making a big production out of settling himself down, he dusted his knees, taking note of the way light flush that highlighted his brat’s freckles, before holding out a hand.

“I know you're angry. And if we could talk without you sassing me, that would be fine. But not once today have you managed to speak to me politely. So instead of talking about... things," Castiel was very careful not to mention Sam's name. Dean was a powder keg!. "We are going to try something new. And hopefully enjoyable. Now, come here, pup.”

Dean wavered. Castiel could see the indecision writ large across his face. Castiel knew Dean wanted to argue about Sam. Wanted Castiel to hear his point of view, since he’d obviously listened to Sam’s. Dean still had a lot that he wanted to say, and he wriggled about on his knees considered his options.

But following on from the attitude, this was skirting a little too close to outright defiance.

“Dean. I expect you to heed me. For your own good,” Castiel added gently. “Because I can promise you, you won’t much like the consequences of –”

Between one breath and the next Dean was laid out over Castiel’s lap. Castiel patted Dean’s freckled ass approvingly. Dean’s pale and freckled ass.

Now wasn't that much better?

“I love your ass,” Castiel informed his pup conversationally. Well, that was no secret. But still Dean’s body coloured lightly with embarrassment and Castiel frowned. It was distressing how denied any positive reinforcement. Well, Castiel was not ok with that. “I love it pale, I adore it pink, and I can’t keep my hands off it when it’s red.”

Shifting his hand, Castiel cupped the soft curve of Dean’s cheek, letting his fingers lightly trail over the shadowy cleft.

“I’m going to spank you, Dean.”

Dean’s buttocks clenched in anticipation.

“And I am going to spank you, Dean, because I like it. And because you like it.” Castiel spoke firmly over his pup’s squawk. A discussion on manners and appropriate behaviour was definitely on the cards, because this was not acceptable. So they would deal with it. Later. Because, “This isn’t a punishment, pup.”

Dean snorted inelegantly.

“I don’t mean you’re getting out of that discussion. But I've had enough of the attitude, so we’ll discuss it later.”

Castiel patted Dean’s ass reassuringly.

Dean, however, was not reassured. “Is that conversation going to involve more spanking?”

“That depends entirely on you,” Castiel replied affably, although they both knew the chance of no further spanking were slim to none. A snowball would have more chance in hell, Castiel often averred. Still, Castiel was willing to be proved wrong.

“This spanking, pup, is because I love your red ass.”

It was all the warning Dean had before Castiel laid the first round of spanks on Dean’s upturned butt. And it felt good. For both of them. Despite Dean’s muttered complaints, and the wiggling happening on his lap, Castiel felt the tension drain out of Dean’s body. The more Dean relaxed, the more Castiel could focus on soft give of Dean’s ass, the quiver of his cheek, and –

Castiel paused, rubbing at the reddening flesh of Dean’s ass, listening to Dean breathe. There was a slight hitch – there may be tears soon – but there it was, that slight pant that Cas loved so well, when Dean felt pleasure.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, my little puppy.”

It wasn’t a question. He could feel the way that Dean, despite his best efforts, was rubbing himself against Castiel’s thigh.

Castiel continued to rub softly, soothingly.

“And it’s ok to like this. I love you like this. So sexy, Dean. So beautiful over my lap. So willing to take everything I give you.”

He laid another round of spanks across the fleshy part of Dean’s cheeks, putting a little more power behind it. Dean’s breath did catch then. And his gorgeous little cock firmed against Castiel’s leg.

“Do you think you can come just from me spanking your delectable ass?”

There was a moments silence before Dean was twisting around attempting to sit up. Only the firm hand on Dean’s back kept him in place. Unable to sit up, Dean moved a hand protectively over his behind.

Castiel allowed it for the moment.

“Cas! I can’t! You don’t know… and I– ” Dean spoke so fast he stumbled over the words.

Castiel rumbled soothingly, waiting until Dean’s voice stilled.

“It’s ok, my love. There’s nothing wrong with liking this. I know it’s scary, but remember, my beautiful pup, this isn’t a punishment. It’s meant to make you feel good.”

There was silence. This one more thoughtful. At least Dean was considering Castiel's word. Such a brave pup! Castiel waited until Dean let his hand drop and was once more relaxed over his lap.

“This is something new, my brave pup. I’m not ordering you to do this. It’s new, and it’s a bit scary. So you can say no, pup. Or you can say yes, and then change your mind. But what I’d really like is for you say yes, and let me bring us both pleasure with my hand.”

Castiel let silence settle over them again. Dean needed to think about things, which was fair enough. Dean was well aware of how much Castiel enjoyed his hot, red ass. There’d been many a punishment spanking following by Castiel fucking that gorgeous ass. There was something about watching himself split Dean’s glowing cheeks, sinking into his hot, tight heat until he bottomed out…

Caught up in his fantasy, he felt his cock throb. Right. This was completely the wrong time to be thinking of knotting his omega. Focus, he sharply reminded himself. This time it was completely about Dean and his pleasure.

“You know I love spanking you, pup. And I think, if you give it a chance, you’ll love it too.”

Dean was vehement in his denial. “I don’t like it when you spank me, Cas! I hate it!”

Castiel hushed the immediate response. “You don’t like disappointing me, pup.” Which was as it should be really. But Castiel was sensible enough to keep his smug satisfaction to himself. “But I also know,” and Cas laid a series of gentle taps to Dean’s upturned ass, feeling the flesh quiver beneath his hands, and Dean’s hips thrust against his legs, “that you like this, pet. I know you like my firm hand here.”

Castiel firmly spanked the tender underside of Dean’s left buttock, allowing the globe to jiggle before laying another firm spank to the right.

“Cas…”

“There’s no shame in liking this, Dean. It pleases me.”

He paused again, curving his hand over Dean’s bare flesh. The warmth caused his own cock to jolt with excitement. This time Dean felt it and shifted a little, rubbing himself cheekily against Castiel.

Castiel smiled.

If Dean was still turned on, odds were he would be willing to at least try it. And Castiel couldn’t be happier.

--oo--

Dean couldn’t deny the words were enticing. Cas, after all, could be silver-tongued devil! He would, however, deny until he was blue in the face that he liked being spanked. It hurt! And Cas only ever did it when he was in trouble.

But even then… well, Cas was right, wasn’t he? Even when it hurt, Dean liked it when Cas touched him. It’s not like it’s weird to like your alpha’s touch, though. In fact, it would be weird if he didn’t. But that didn’t mean he liked being spanked.

Did it?

The thought was pervasive. What if he actually did like being spanked?

Dean wiggled, surreptitiously, pressing himself against Cas’s hard cock. Castiel certainly liked the thought of spanking Dean. And that was an incredible turn on. Dean liked pleasing his alpha.

And maybe it was time to different? Since Cas had collected him in St Louis, Dean had spent a lot of time over the alpha’s lap. And… Dean frantically cast his mind back. Cas was never hard when he spanked Dean. After definitely… but not once had the alpha shown pleasure when punishing Dean. Even though he really liked Dean’s ass all red and hot after a good spanking. And Dean liked it when his alpha couldn’t keep his hands off him.

So… maybe he could try it? Cas did say he could change his mind at any time…

“I can change my mind whenever I want?” he confirmed.

“You can. This time, if you say ‘stop’ or 'no', I will cease immediately. You may also safe word out.”

He made a face, glad Cas couldn’t see him (although knowing the alpha, he knew exactly what Dean was doing). He hated being reminded he had a safe word. He liked giving his control to Cas. Huh. That sort of answered his question, didn’t it.

Still, he had to make sure.

“It’s going to hurt, isn’t it?”

Castiel growled softly. But it wasn’t an angry growl. It was his I’m impossibly turned on right now and I want to be buried in your ass immediately growl. It was a growl that Dean liked very much.

“I hope so, pup. I hope it’s going to hurt in the best possible way.”

--oo--

Eventually, finally Dean nodded. But it wasn't enough. Castiel wanted Dean's verbal consent.

“I need you to say it, pup.”

Which led to the expected squirming. Dean hated asking for anything, and safe words were particularly difficult. No matter how much he reassured his pup, Dean felt like he failed when he used it.

But this was important. This was something new. Castiel had wanted this for a long time and he wasn’t about to rush his pup into something he was unsure of.

Finally, Dean asked.

“Please, Cas.”

Castiel toyed with one rounded globe, already imagining it reddening beneath his palm.

“Please what, pup.”

The response was slow, but it came.

“Please spank me, Alpha.”

Without looking, Castiel knew his eyes had flared red. Only a softly submissive Dean called Castiel Alpha.

Still. He wasn’t above making his pup squirm.

“You want me to spank you, Dean?”

“Didn’t I just say that, Cas?”

And there was the huffy brat he knew and loved. Castiel slapped the Dean’s right cheek, just missing that sensitive sit spot.

“Do you want me to spank you for being a good pup, or a naughty pup?”

Castiel could practically hear Dean grinding his teeth.

“I… I want you to spank me because I’m good.”

“And you are so good for me, Dean. So good. I'm so proud of you, Dean.”

Fingers once more drifted along Dean’s cleft, before dipping in, to tease at his rim.

“Cas!”

The words were gasped, and Dean rocked wildly, hardly knowing whether to push back at the fingers, or forward against Castiel’s thigh.

“I think you can come just from me spanking you, Dean. I think we should try it.”

He didn’t give Dean time to consider the words or form an argument. Keeping a firm hand on Dean’s back, Castel shifted his legs apart, till the tops of Dean’s thighs rested one thigh, and the softness of his belly against the other, until Dean found himself rutting against nothing.

“Cas!”

This time it was a demand. Wrapping a hand firmly around Dean’s waist, Castiel pulled him snugly against his stomach. Ignoring the mumbled complaints, Castiel took stock of the fine ass before him. The light spanking had given it a soft, pink glow. Perfect for highlighting those freckles.

“Such a beautiful pink, Dean. But I think we can do better than that. I think… I think a nice shade of red. Ready, pup?”

--oo--

Wriggling slightly, Dean frowned and nodded. Of course he was ready. He’d fucking asked the alpha to spank him. Why was Castiel being such a pain in the ass? Snorting a laugh, Dean could appreciate the joke. He’d have to remember to try it on Castiel one day, but perhaps not –

“Ow!”

Without further warning, Castiel laid a series of firm swats to his ass. One to the left cheek, one to the right, then one right across the fleshy part of both cheeks. He repeated this twice, before stopping and rubbing soothingly.

Dean didn’t know if he was more turned on or horrified that he was turned on! His cock was dripping, and just from a little spanking?

--oo--

Dean was thinking too much. His shoulders were set, and even if he was turned on (and he was… Castiel could scent it), he was too much in his head. Luckily Castiel knew how to deal with that.

“Such a beautiful ass, Dean.”

Castiel took his time, caressing the soft curves, pressing at the flesh to feel its give. His fingers trailed over freckles, and along Dean’s hip, touching and teasing until Dean was whimpering and pushing back, begging for more.

“I’m going to spank you now, Dean. I’m going to spank you until you come, or until you ask me to stop.”

Suiting actions to works, Castiel raised his hand, bringing it down with a satisfying smack on the soft curve. He paused to appreciating the jiggle before laying a second firm smack beside it.

He wasn’t fast. He was firm and methodical, giving himself time to enjoy the red blooming before laying the next down. He felt the way Dean shuddered over his lap, and before long his breath was catching, and Castiel could scent his tears before he heard them in his voice.

And even though it hurt, Dean accepted Castiel’s hand, asking for more. He pressed his head into the bed, and raised his ass higher, offering himself to Castiel’s hand.

Castiel softly praised him. “You are so good, Dean, taking your spanking like this. I love seeing your ass color. You feel so good, Dean.”

Quickly, he peppered Dean’s behind with a series of soft strokes. Dean’s hips jerked, seeking friction that Castiel had removed. His precious pup was enjoying this, and Castiel was pleased.

“Do you still want this, Dean?”

Dean growled in response, and Castiel took that as an affirmative. Such a good, pup.

--oo--

The thing was, it shouldn’t have felt good. It had never felt good before – in fact Dean did his utmost best to avoid being bent over Cas’s lap for a spanking. But here was, voluntarily ass up, and enjoying every moment of it.

Even as the tears flowed, with each firm spank Dean felt his cock twitch and dribble. It was like there was a direct link between Castiel’s hand and his dick.

It felt good… really good. So what if that made him a freak? He liked pleasing Cas, and he could smell how fucking happy and turned on the alpha was.

And happy as that made him, it was also fucking frustrating because it wasn’t quite enough! Sobs caught in his throat, and his ass burned and throbbed in the most delicious of ways, and it wasn’t enough.

Crying now both from pain and frustration, he didn’t know what to do, what to ask for, and before he could verbalise a complaint, Castiel’s soft rumble interrupted.

“So good for me, pet. Such a good boy. Your ass is so red. So hot and pretty, and so. God. Damn. Fuckable. Dean.”

Each was punctuated with a slap. Without thinking, Dean shifted slightly, spreading his legs until Castiel’s fingers came down directly over his dripping hole.

And that, to his eternal shame, that was enough.

Dean came with a flood of tears, come covering the gap between Cas’s thighs. And Cas’s thighs. But Dean didn’t have time to think it all, as the all the while Cas – that glorious, sadistic, bastard – spanked him through it. Spanking harder and harder until Dean’s cock hung limp and he was a boneless mass over Castiel’s lap. At which point the hand shifted to soft, soothing pats.

“So perfect. My perfect, perfect, boy. You’re so good to me, Dean. Coming just having your ass spanked. You’ve done so well, Dean. And now you’re so red and pretty.”

Dean lay there, letting his alpha’s hand soothe him, his words calm him. Cas pleased! Closing his eyes, he smiled to himself. He really did feel good. Like he was floating…

--oo--

Smiling softly, Castiel would definitely be doing that again. There was little more satisfying than Dean boneless and sated over his lap. Although he couldn’t help wincing as his rock hard cock pressed painfully against his jeans. Maybe next time he’d fuck Dean. Now he needed to care for him.

However, when Castiel attempted to lift Dean up, and slide them both onto the bed, his wilful pet had other ideas. Slithering to his knees, Dean eased himself between Castiel’s spread legs. A sly smile on his face, Dean licked at the white, with soft, sweet kitten licks that had Castiel’s knot pushing against the confines of his jeans.

Castiel watched, eyes hooded with arousal as Dean cleaned up, rubbing his face against Castiel’s come covered jeans. He couldn’t restrain his groan as Dean’s looked up, come smeared across his cheek. Eyes tempting him, Dean parted his lips, licking them until Castiel ran his finger along his jeans, shivering as he brushed against his knot, before feeding his fingers into Dean’s mouth.

It was fucking hot. He watched as his pretty pup pulled his fingers into his mouth, tongue seeking out every last drip of his come. It was almost enough to have him come in his paints.

The unexpected warmth of Dean’s mouthing at his knot through the denim was definitely enough.

“Dean-“

That was all the warning either had before Castiel came.

--oo--

It was a few minutes before his vision cleared, but then he was greeted with a smug omega preening between his thighs. It really was a delightful sight.

Castiel dragged a rough hand through Dean’s hair. “On the bed pet. I’ll clean us both up.”

Heaving himself up, Castiel shed his clothes, pulling a face at the sticky come coating his cock and still full knot. He quickly cleaned himself, not wanting to leave Dean, but on his return the omega was curled up, pleased expression still present.

“Cheeky pup.”

There was no heat to his voice, and Dean opened one eye lazily.

“As if you don't like it.”

He couldn’t deny it. He loved his sassy brat. But he maturely ignored the baiting and Dean’s subsequent huffy laugh, instead wiping his omega down with a warm washcloth, before pulling him into his arms.

They lay there in silence for a few minutes, before Castiel broke it.

“You know we still need to discuss your –“

Dean groaned dramatically, burying his head in the pillows.

“Cas! You’re ruining my glow!”

Biting back a laugh, Castiel would not allow himself to be side tracked. “Be that as it may, I want…”

He paused. The brothers had their own relationship, and like it or not, they needed to work it out without Castiel’s involvement. “I want you to remember the rules. You talk to me with respect, Dean. No ignoring and no" minimal "sassing. And that goes for Sam too. I would rather have not have to put you in a corner for flagrant rudeness and disrespect. But I will.”

The hand roaming over Dean’s heated ass left no one under any illusions.

Dean huffed. “I can’t believe you are talking about Sam now Cas. You're timing sucks!“

Dropping a kiss on Dean’s temple, Castiel rumbled, “I love you. Sam loves you. We both just want you to be happy. But now we’re going to have a nap, and later you can go and make up with Sam.”

Dean grunted an agreement and curled into Castiel’s chest and quickly falling asleep in his alphas arms.

--oo--

Sam had his nose firmly buried in a book. He wasn’t going to keep worrying about Dean. He wasn’t.

And he certainly wasn’t going to keep trying to work out the best way to approach his spiky brother. Because Cas was right. Sam did need to apologise. But… but now that he was away from Cas, he couldn’t remember what he was apologising for! He’d been doing all the right things, and even made huge fucking efforts to stop asking the questions that got Dean in trouble (even though he still had lots of questions and really wanted to know things… like why Dean handed over all that power to his alpha… )

Sam had done his best to respect Dean’s boundaries, and as soon as he gave him space, Dean started ignoring him! Dean was upset and angry, and it made Sam feel all antsy and like he needed to fix things.

Which led to more freaking soul searching! Because Dean was right and he had to over analyse everything. But at least it helped him realise it wasn’t about Dean being an omega. At least… he didn’t think it was. Even in the past, before he’d known, he’d wanted to fix things for Dean. But his spiky, angry brother had made that very difficult. It was only now… now that he was openly an omega, and had Cas, and Cas had strong opinions about how Dean should behave… well, it was only now that Sam was starting to see his brother’s vulnerable side. It was a side Dean had always had but hidden very well.

Was that the problem? That underneath it all, Dean didn’t feel like Sam had looked after him the way he needed to?

Slamming the book shut, Sam stared at blankly at the pictures on the wall. There wasn’t much he could do to fix the past, but he could work on the present. Yeah… even if Dean was still in a bad mood, Sam could still do the right thing.

Something relaxed in him. Sam had a plan. In a much better frame of mind he returned to his book. Apparently that was the magic spell, because he’d only just managed to find his place when his brother bounded into Sam’s room and threw himself onto Sam’s lap.

Pushing his glasses back, Sam carefully put his book aside before turning his attention to the omega in his lap.

Dean appeared to be fine. Glowing even.

Shaking his head, Sam watched his brother with a soft smile on his face. What had he been worried about again? It was just Dean being Dean. He’d forgotten how mercurial he could be.

Although given the way Dean winced when Sam’s hand brushed his ass, maybe he’d had help with the attitude…

“Did you need something, Dean?”

“Nah, Sammy.” Dean stretched himself out, before curling back up and tucking his head under Sam’s chin. “You’ve been working hard. Just thought you needed a break.”

Sam snorted. But he didn’t argue. The two lay there in a peaceful silence. It has only been a couple of days, but Sam had missed this!

“Missed this,” he mumbled into Dean’s hair. Dean body shook with laughter.

“I know! That’s why I’m here, you needy alpha. Don’t know why you hide in your room all the time if you need attention.”

Ha. There was the Dean “Head Firmly in the Sand” Winchester that he knew and loved. Winchester-Novak he silently corrected himself.

“You know Dean, I’m really sor… ow!”

Sam glared at Dean, who glared straight back. “What the fuck, Dean? You bit me!”

Dean treated Sam’s comment with the disdain it deserved. “Really? You weren’t about to say something fucking annoying?”

Pouting, Sam looked out over Dean’s head. How was apologising annoying? Try and do right thing and get bitten. That didn’t seem fair.

Ok. So Dean didn't want an apology. That wasn't exactly news. Although… Sam sent a considering look at his brother. Maybe he could try something else. Dean listened to Cas.

Most of the time.

He must have been silent for too long, because Dean’s pointed look was accompanied by a rather painful elbow to the ribs.

“What are you planning now?”

Suspicious brat. Sam wasn’t trying anything. Although he did attempt Castiel’s calm and assured voice. “Why would I be planning anything, sweetheart?”

Dean raised himself up, catching Sam with his laser stare. “Sweetheart?”

Sam grinned. “What? Cas said that you were his beloved omega and as such should be treated like glass.”

Dean bared his teeth and the fight was on.

Sometime later, Sam laughingly cried uncle before wrapping Dean up in arms. It was good to have his happy brother back.

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