The Art Of Letting Go
Author: @niks-fics
Artist: @lenaarting
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 36,825
Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Content Warnings: None
Tags: Top Castiel/Bottom Dean, Dom Castiel/Sub Dean Winchester, Mechanic Dean, Photographer Cas, Shibari, Spanking, Restraints, Edging, Anal Sex
Summary: Dean Winchester has spent thirty-three years believing strength means handling everything on his own.
Agreeing to model for a shibari photoshoot is supposed to be nothing more than an easy paycheck. He expects a few awkward photos, a weird afternoon, and a story to laugh about later.
He doesn't expect the quiet photographer with impossibly blue eyes. He doesn't expect the profound calm he finds wrapped in rope. And he definitely doesn't expect a second phone call that introduces him to a world of trust, vulnerability, and submission he'd never imagined could feel like coming home.
As Dean beings exploring a side of himself he’s never experienced, he starts to realize that maybe strength isn’t always about holding everything together.
Sometimes, the greatest act of courage is learning to let go.
Sneak Peek: People filled the space, some looking exactly like he'd expected — black leather, heavy boots, tattoos, elaborate harnesses. Most didn't. A gray-haired couple sat sharing a bottle of wine. Two women in jeans argued amiably over something on a phone. A man in an expensive business suit laughed as he shrugged out of his jacket.
It looked normal.
Until Dean’s brain caught up to what he was seeing.
A woman quietly fastening cuffs around another woman's wrists. A rope suspension in one corner. Someone kneeling beside a couch with obvious ease and familiarity, his hair being gently stroked by the woman sitting above him.
On one side of a brightly lit stage, a slim brunette knelt over a bench, her ass cheeks red even at a distance. The man next to her raised something before bringing it down on her ass again. The woman cried out, but there was unmistakable pleasure on her face.
On the other side, a man knelt in front of another, hands bound behind his back, naked, his cock standing erect. Dean watched as the standing man’s cock was fed into the other's mouth and held there, the kneeling man’s eyes watering as he struggled to breathe. Dean expected him to panic, to pull away, but the standing man pulled out, letting the kneeling one pull in air, a lazy smile on his lips.
Dean's eyes kept moving, trying to make sense of it all. Leather and denim. Rope and silk. Laughter and moans. Pain and comfort.
He’d spent thirty-three years thinking he knew exactly what the term BDSM meant.
Standing in the middle of Purgatory now, watching one man get face fucked while across the room someone gently tucked a blanket around a partner wrapped in rope, he realized he hadn't had the first clue.
Posting Date: August 22
