Dreams Made Flesh [M]

Too much movement it decided, to much pressure, what is this feeling, it didn't feel good... Or bad, but strange. Being kicked more than usual, more noises, fast pounding of the walls, thump-thump thump-thump thump-thump! Then loud groans and redness. Blinding redness! And cold.. So cold at first. Then comfort as something begins feeding him, much different than he is used to though it was nice. He did not know he could do these things but the felt right, warm milk and noises like from inside the walls. Voices, but not rumbling or quiet. No longer weak vibrations. Castiel was amongst the world of the living and was feeding happily. Or at least he felt right.

The squirming wriggling puppy, a mucky tan and dirty snout still slightly smeared in blood as he nursed waggled his seemingly hairless tail a few weak batting times and buried himself into his mother's fur, wetting it around the tit with newborn slobbery suckling. He was firstborn and smaller than his father when he was born, but only because he was half dire wolf. He would get bigger. The noises were nice, and then loud as sounds much like his own rebounded off of the cave's interior as his first sibling was expelled from the thumping walls. It was noisy and he had to fend off the little invader from his nozzle with wriggling puppy squirms and loud untrained vocal chords. At last he was too tired of all of these new sensations and he latched onto his original nipple and suckled, letting his mother's warmth, milk, and the noises lull him to sleep.