Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Tags: BDSM, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean, Dom Castiel/Sub Dean, Collars, Cockcage, subspace, idiots in love, post-hell Dean Winchester, Praise Kink, Angel grace
Summary: Fresh out of Hell, Dean Winchester accidentally prays to Castiel in the middle of a bad BDSM scene.
Castiel comes when Dean calls. And when Dean admits he canāt trust anyone enough to let go, Castiel offers to be his Dom. After all, he has the strength and control Dean needs and he can hear Deanās prayers. He can stop before Dean has to ask.
But the more they scene together, the harder it becomes for Castiel to get Dean to surrender to subspace.
Castiel knows he is doing something wrong.
He just doesnāt know what.
Sneak Peek: Dean let himself into the room. Sam was gone, but the bed was messy and his laptop was open, screen still aglow. Dean checked his phone and rolled his eyes. He sat on the bed that was still made. He did nothing else. He did not relax on the bed and he did not turn on the TV.
āYou areāā Castiel began but stopped. āYou should drink water.ā
Dean snorted, but he pushed up, went to the tiny counter, and filled up one of the plastic cups. He drank it in three long swallows, throat working as he did so. Why was watching Dean drink so appealing?
āCan you explain it?ā
Dean set the cup down and made eye contact in the mirror. āExplain what? I told you.ā
āYou said you like being tied,ā Castiel said. āThat you like letting someone else⦠ārun the showā. These are mechanics, not meaning. I want to understand why.ā
āYou really donāt do small talk.ā Dean drummed his fingers on the counter. āMy head is quiet, when itās good.ā
āWhen itās good, I got nothing to worry about. Guy says to put my hands behind my back, I put āem there. Tells me not to move, I donāt move. Thatās it. No monsters. No seals. Just⦠doing what Iām told. All the noiseā¦ā He tapped his temple. āGoes away.ā
āAnd tonight the noise⦠got louder instead?ā
Dean rolled his eyes and faced him. āGot a real talent for the obvious, you know that?ā
He rubbed his hand over his face, left his palm over his eyes for a moment, then dropped it. āSo. Congratulations. Now you know why your righteous-ass soldier of the Lord spent his Friday night in a dungeon with a safe word.ā
āI could help you,ā Castiel said.