This is HEAVILY based off of the 1994 movie 'Priest'. Dialogue and scenes are taken directly from the movie.

There will be mentions of rape/non-con and also child-molestation and incest. None of it happens on screen, but it will be talked about.

I am not religious and I don't share many of the views taken by the characters. All I know about the Catholic religion is what i learned in the hell called catholic school.

A church bell tolled in the distance as a thin lipped balding man smiled cruelly at Father Robert Singer. "We feel early retirement will be the most suitable thing for you."

"You've got to be kidding me."

Zachariah Adler continued to smile. "You can stay on here at St. Mary's for a few months… say till January." He stood and walked around a large wooden desk, much too extravagant to be practical for his field of work, until he was standing next to Father Singer. "It's time to move on, Old Son."

Bobby saw red. He had been with the Church almost his whole life, ever since his father had drunk himself to death when he was a young boy. And now he was being tossed out on his ass like dog shit on an old pair of shoes. As Bobby stood up to leave he promised himself that St. Mary's would pay. "I couldn't agree more."

Zachariah scowled at the utter mess that Bobby Singer had left in his wake. The short man standing next to him shook his head at the broken window on the floor. "Jesus Christ on a crutch, what the hell did you say to the old Bastard?"

Zachariah sniffed. "I told him he was being replaced. Was going to do it in a few months, but he was getting to be a bit too controversial."

The short man snorted. "And I'm not?"

"You don't condone sin." Zachariah glanced at the heavy metal cross laying on the pile of broken glass. "There's a young priest called Castiel Novak. He's in the city at the moment. He wants to come up here to Lawrence, take advantage of the rural environment."

The short man nodded thoughtfully. "What's he like?"

Zachariah looked at his companion. "More orthodox than you."

The short man snorted and took a piece of candy out of his pocket. "That's hardly an accomplishment."

Castiel Novak stood in front of the door leading to his new living quarters. He had two suitcases, and a relatively new laptop. Reaching out he pressed his finger to the doorbell, wincing as the loud chime was followed by a thump and the sound of someone cursing.

The door swung open and Castiel found himself face to face with a scruffy man whose features were more suited to a scrap yard than to a man of the church. "You Novak?"

The smell of cheap whiskey assaulted Castiel's nose and he fought the urge to gag. "Yes. Hello." He held out his hand.

The scruffy man barely glanced at it before turning around and heading back into the building. "Well, you might as well come on in."

Castiel gathered his bags and followed the scruffy man. He was led up a set of narrow stairs and into a suite-like area. The scruffy man walked to a door and opened it. "There are two bedrooms, one bathroom, a living room and a kitchen area. This'll be your room. It was mine, but now it's yours." Castiel nodded and dragged his bags past the man, catching another whiff of alcohol.

"Thank you, Mister…?"

"Singer. Father Robert Singer."

"Father Singer… thank you."

Father Singer shrugged. "Don't thank me. This wasn't my decision."

Castiel suddenly remembered the trashcan full of broken glass that had been sitting outside the front door. "Why did you do it?"

"Do What?"

Castiel shrugged. "Whatever you did to cause all that glass to break."

Father Singer looked at Castiel as if for the first time. "Because I was fired."

Castiel squinted at the man in front of him. Though Father Singer seemed to lack certain manners, he didn't seem like the sort of man to throw a temper tantrum for no good reason. "Well, we've all got to go eventually-"

Father Singer shook his head, interrupting Castiel. "It was the way that he did it. I gave the Church my life. In return, I got a cup of weak instant coffee, and 'it's time to move on, Old Son'." Father Singer sighed and Castiel looked him in pity. "He looked up from what he was writin', smiled and says 'it's time to move on, Old Son."

"I'm sorry." Castiel had no idea how to offer his sympathies without using the same generic phrase that one would use when running late to a meeting. "If there's anything I can to help, Father Singer-"

"Bobby." Father Singer looked at Castiel with tired eyes. "My name's Bobby. Ain't a Father no more." Bobby then put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a flask and a set of keys. He then gave the keys to Castiel. "These are yours now." Bobby Singer patted Castiel's shoulder and took a long drink from the flask. "I hope that you treat this church just as good as I did." Bobby gave one last look towards the room Castiel now called his, and turned to leave. Castiel could hear his heavy footsteps travel down the stairs and the sound of a heavy wooden door opening and closing.

Castiel sighed and briefly shut his eyes. The silence that surrounded him was almost deafening, and he relished it. Castiel walked into the tiny kitchen and sank heavily into a wooden chair. After the loud hustle and bustle of Chicago, Lawrence Kansas was practically a ghost town, and he loved it. Castile was barely alone for ten minutes before he heard the door from downstairs open. Assuming that it was Bobby singer coming back to collect something that he had forgotten, Castiel stayed in his seat as the creaking floorboards announced someone's arrival.

"Castiel Novak?" Castiel jumped, not expecting the smooth voice that definitely did not belong to Bobby Singer.

"Yes. Hello." Castiel stood and held his hand out to the short man that was standing in front of him.

"Hi." The short man smiled and grasped Castiel's hand in a surprisingly strong handshake. "Sorry I wasn't here to meet you. I'm Father Gabriel Milton. Just Gabe to you though." Gabriel winked and Castiel found himself smiling.

"You already know that my name is Castiel Novak."

Gabriel laughed. "That I did. Oh! And this lovely lady is Kali Ratri."

Castiel glanced behind Gabriel and was surprised to see another person standing there. "Hello, Kali."

Kali nodded and slunk away. Gabriel looked after her fondly. "She doesn't talk much at first, but she'll warm up to you after a while. I remember when we first met I had to fight tooth and nail to even get a smile out of her!" Castiel smiled politely, not knowing how to respond. Gabriel noticed his awkwardness and his bright smile dimmed. "So, uh, tea?"

Castiel perked up. He hadn't had good tea since he left Chicago. "That would be nice."

"Right." Gabriel motioned for Castiel to sit back down as he started to bustle around the kitchen opening and closing drawers. "Kali is always hiding the tea." He said, by way of explanation. "Seems to think that it'll keep me sharp."

Castiel nodded. "So, um… is she our housekeeper?"

"Yup." Gabriel chirped, finally locating the tea. It was silent in the kitchen again, save for the clinking sounds of mugs being rinsed and set on the counter. Gabriel filled the mugs with water and stuck them into an ancient looking microwave before sitting across from Castiel and fixing him with a look. "It's an article of faith, isn't it? Somewhere between transubstantiation... and papal infallibility: housekeepers have to be ugly."

Castiel felt his face flush with shame. "Sorry."

Gabriel shrugged and dug something out of his pocket. "It's not nice to judge." He popped whatever was into his pocket into his mouth. "You gotta remember never to judge, because you never know what you may be missing out on." He sucked wistfully on the thing in his mouth until the microwave beeped, reminding him of their tea.

Sunday morning found Castiel standing at the front of his new congregation. The people in the pews stared up at him, carefully hiding their judgmental expressions behind studious masks. Castiel took it in stride. He knew that a town like Lawrence Kansas would take a while to accept a new comer as easily as Gabriel had.

Castiel cleared his throughout and spoke so his voice echoed throughout the church. "Nice word, isn't it… Scapegoat." He smiled softly at the pews. "The term dates back to an old Jewish custom. They used to invest all the sins of the tribe into a goat, and then they would kick it in the rear end so it escaped into the hills taking all the sins with it." Castiel paused and the sound of skeptical murmurs reached his ears. Taking a deep breath he continued with his Sermon. "And we've got our own Scapegoat today. It's that mythical beast called society. Drug addiction; alcoholism; gambling; prostitution; violence… These are not the sins of Man anymore. These are not the fault of the individual anymore. They are the fault of Society." Castiel fell silent, breathing heavily. He could tell that he had the full attention of the congregation. "And I just can't understand that." The only sounds heard now in the church was the quiet rustling of fidgeting children and the rustling of pages turning. Castiel fought to keep himself from smiling. This Church would be a new start. "Please turn now to Peter, Verse 5 paragraph 8- 'Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour…'."

Later, after the Church had cleared and the people had gone home to Sunday lunch, Castiel sat across from Gabriel at the kitchen table. "So," he said tilting his head at the other priest. "What did you think of the sermon?"

Gabriel gave a humorless laugh. "It was… interesting."

A wave of disappointment washed over Castiel. "You didn't like it." He hadn't realized how much Gabriel's opinion had mattered to him.

Gabriel shrugged. "Honestly, I found it offensive. "You expect less of the people because they're poor." He fixed Castiel with a hard stare, the ever-present smile still on his face. "I find that offensive, and more than a little bit patronizing."

Castiel pursed his lips and looked down at his hands. "What do you propose I talk about then?"

"That's something you gotta figure out for yourself, Buddy." Gabriel took a piece of candy out of his seemingly bottomless pocket. "Why don't you sit with the Congregation during the night service? See if you get any inspiration?"

"What are you going to speak about?"

"That, my dear colleague, is a surprise." Gabriel winked and stood, grabbing a canvas jacket off of the back of his chair. "I need to make a house call, will you be cool fixing dinner for yourself? If you can't find anything to make, you can just call Kali and have her come over."

Castiel nodded. "I'm sure it wont come to that."

"Great!" Gabriel flashed Castiel a grin and quickly left. "See you at the night sermon!"

"Goodbye." But Gabriel was already out the door.

The silence that filled the kitchen was a relief. Castiel greatly valued his quiet time and living with Gabriel, even if only for a couple of days, had greatly reduced it. Gabriel was kind, but he was also loud and talkative. And when he wasn't talking either the radio was playing or the television was showing one of the slapstick comedies that Gabriel enjoyed so much.

Planning on taking advantage of the alone time, Castiel retreated to his room. Though he knew that no one was home, Castiel made sure that the door was closed tightly behind him, before slowly shucking his body of clothes. Once naked, Castiel climbed on top of his bed, pulling his laptop and a pair of headphones from his bedside table.

His heart beating furiously with nervousness and anticipation Castiel opened his laptop and typed in a link that had been burned into the most secret part of his mind. His laptop's screen filled with graphic images of huge cocks and men's faces, spattered with cum. Castiel scrolled down, feeling his dick hardening as he took in the thumbnail images and the accompanying words. Phrases like 'Skinny Twink Takes BBC' and 'Hot Bareback Threesome' leapt out at him and Castiel licked his lips, eyes searching hungrily for a video that would sate his appetite until the next time he could relieve himself.

After clicking though a few pages, Castiel found a video that he was sure would do the trick. Even just seeing the thumbnail photo made his cock twitch. He clicked on the link to 'The Pizzaman' and his headphones filled his ears with generic porn music. A man in obscenely tight Pizza man uniform that showed off his rather impressive package, and a baseball cap was strutting towards the camera. He seemed to make direct eye contact with Castiel as he stopped directly in front of the to strip and tease himself. Castiel watched eagerly as The Pizzaman stroked himself to a full erection that strained at his tight red shorts. Then there was a scene change and The Pizzaman was standing in front of a door, much more composed, and holding a large pizza box. He rang the doorbell and a blonde man in a bathrobe opened it. 'Can I help you?'

'Yeah. I'm here to deliver this large sausage pizza.'

'I didn't order a pizza.'

'Well, I was told to deliver a large sausage pizza to West 69 Avenue, and this is West 69 Avenue.'

'I already said I didn't order a pizza… but I wouldn't say no to a large sausage.'

With the less than mediocre introduction over, the two men started to kiss and grope at each other. It was messy and rough and just the kind of pornography that Castiel liked to watch. He reached back into his bedside table and pulled out a jar of petroleum jelly, then he fast-forwarded to the middle of a sloppy blowjob. The Pizzaman was holding the robed man by his jaw, and forcing him deeper onto his cock, gagging the robed man. Castiel let out a quiet moan. This was exactly what he needed. He coated his hand in the petroleum jelly and slowly started to stroke himself as he watched the occurrence on his laptop screen. Castiel panted as the robed man was yanked to his feet and turned around so that his hole could be eaten out by The Pizzaman. Castel's mouth watered. How he longed to take the Pizzaman's place so that he could run his tongue over that sweet, sweet asshole. 'Are you ready for my "Large Sausage"?' The Pizzaman asked, and Castiel found himself moaning 'yes' along with the Bottom in the video. The Pizzaman began to vigorously fuck the Bottom and the camera view switched to POV. "Oh, fuuuuuck…" Castiel's hand on his cock matched the pace of the Pizzaman's pistoning hips and he imaging that it was he who was doing the fucking. He closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of the channel of his slick hand and the satisfied sounds of the Bottom in the video. If he just tightened his hand a little bit he could almost convince himself that he was thrusting into a hot willing body, flushed with need dripping with sweat. He could be with anyone… a handsome man coming in for a Confession but ending up bent over one of the pews. They would beg for his cock, and choke out lines of prayers, begging for forgiveness for daring to fornicate in a church, for committing sodomy in a House of God… The man would gasp out 'Father Novak, please forgive me' and Castiel would reply 'You are absolved of all your sins' as he pumped his dick in and out of the willing body, baptizing their insides with his- Holy sweet Mother of God, yes! Castiel arched off of his bed, jerking his wrist furiously. He was coming hard, painting his hand and stomach with thick gobs of semen.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." Castiel panted, shuddering as he milked the last drops of cum from his slowly softening cock.

The video continued to play, but Castiel had lost interest. He slowly lifted himself from the bed and began to clean the sticky fluids from his body with his discarded underwear. After wiping his Internet history and stuffing his ruined underwear to the bottom of his laundry, Castiel dressed and made his way to the chapel, where he would wait for the night sermon and pray for forgiveness.

"O, glorious Lord in Heaven…

Prince of All,

Please…

Guide me on my journey,

And comfort me when I am afflicted with Unholy Lusts,

And lose my mind to my unnatural perversions,

And have blasphemed, taking your name in vain.

Please heal my soul and protect me from temptation.

In the name of the Father, the Son, And the Holy Spirit

Amen."

"The creation of mankind only started on the sixth day." Gabriel spoke in a loud clear voice that rang out through the church, much more crowded now than it was in the morning. Gabriel sounded as if he were right beside Castiel, even though he sat in the very back pew. "And it hasn't stopped yet. We're taller than we were a thousand years ago… at least most of us are." Gabriel paused to let the people in the pews laugh. "We're fitter, faster… we live longer. We're better educated, more informed. So, creation is an ongoing process. And if you interfere with it, aren't you spitting in the face of God?" Gabriel strode out into the aisle that divided the church in half. "If you exploit your work force, don't you spit in the face of God? If you kill and maim, or throw people out of their homes for any reason, or turn your back on the elderly, are you not shunning creation? If you shut down schools and hospitals, force people out on the streets?- in fact, if you do anything to prevent even one single human being reaching their full potential, aren't you interfering in creation, and figuratively stepping on that very first fish that wandered out of the ocean and up onto the earth?" The artificial lights gave Gabriel a unearthly glow and he looked so much like one of the renaissance paintings of Archangels that hung in Castiel's bedroom growing up. "Don't step on that fish, folks. It's going somewhere. That fish called humanity. That's what I believe. That's my truth. That's what made me become a priest, and makes me remain a Priest." Gabriel stopped talking, breathing heavily. The congregation stared up at him, respect radiating out of every pore of their bodies. Suddenly Gabriel smiled and the restless energy bled out of his body. "The peace of the Lord be with you always."

The congregation spoke in unison. "And also with you."

"Let us offer each other the Sign of Peace."

Castiel stood with the rest of the congregation, and started shaking hands, murmuring "Peace be with you," as he did so, feeling the sticky remnants of guilt when the people respectfully replied "And also with you, Father."

The rest of the Service passed without any more lively rants, though the Bible passages Gabriel read from seemed random to Castiel, and out of context.

When the Sermon was over and the congregation split off into cliques to chat Castiel made his way back into the living quarters where Gabriel was smiling and laughing with Kali.

"Well?" Gabriel grinned brightly at his Castiel as he entered. Castiel did not smile back.

"That wasn't a sermon. It was a political broadcast on behalf of the labor party."

Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "Oh? I believe there's there's Social Sin, and there's Personal Sin. And I think we should put more emphasis on society."

Castiel shook his head stubbornly. "There's just sin. You can't change the rules just because they don't suit you."

"Are you judging him?" Castiel looked at Kali. This was the first time that she had spoken in front of him.

"Can you make her leave?" Castiel ground out, looking back at Gabriel.

Gabriel gave Castiel a calculating look before gently nudging Kali out of the living room. "I'll call you in later." Kali then stalked towards the kitchen, shooting Castiel a look of loathing as she passed him.

Gabriel watched her leave with an odd look on his face, before turning back to Castiel. "Beer?" Castiel shook his head, and Gabriel let out a soft chuckle. "I thought not." He picked a bottle up from the coffee table and sat in a worn armchair, motioning to the empty chair. "Well, sit down. I'm going to tell you a story." Castiel took the seat while Gabriel opened his beer and took a long pull. "I lived in South America for four years. In the village that I stayed in, you had to have a woman, otherwise you were ignored. So I got one," Gabriel snapped his fingers. "ASAP."

"Where is she now?"

"Probably where I left her."

"She served her purpose?"

Gabriel smirked. "Well, that's what you wanna hear, isn't it?" Castiel stayed silent. "You're very certain of yourself, aren't you, Cassie?" Castiel didn't answer and Gabriel peered at him. "Well, good for you, 'cause I'm not." There was another pause and another long drink of beer. "A few months in this parish, and you'll be a lot less certain too." Castiel scoffed, and Gabriel gave a half-hearted shrug. "I've seen other Priests, and in a few years you'll be just as confused. Between those middle-aged trendy lefties jumping up with excitement every time a factory closes... or a war breaking out… a little while more and you might learn a little bit of humility." Gabriel laughed darkly. "You'll be spiritually empty, fastening onto other people's misery, fighting other people's fights. Anything to fill the emptiness inside."

"We're Priests!" Castiel snapped. "We're not fucking social workers!" Castiel suddenly found himself standing, looming over Gabriel. "Sacraments; reconciliation; moral guidance; that is our job."

Gabriel snorted, leaning back in his chair. "Moral guidance? For God's sake, Castiel-"

"What would you know about moral guidance anyway?" Castiel growled. "A Priest with a bit on the side."

"If you're going to judge, you should know all the facts." Castiel jumped. He hadn't heard Kali come back into the living room. He turned to face her, and was instantly afraid. The look on her face was hard and angry. It reminded Castiel of the Pagan God's that he had once read about. Cold and merciless. "We love each other." Kali continued. "He's asked me to marry him. And you know, Castiel," She spat his name like it was poison. "That means he has to leave the priesthood, so I told him 'no'."

Castiel swallowed. "That's very selfless of you-"

Kali laughed cruelly. "It's not because I'm some sort of Martyr. I said no because one day he might regret it, and I don't want to see that look in his eyes if he does, and I don't want to know that I was the one who put that look there in the first place." Kali took a deep shuddering breath and shut her eyes tightly before opening them again to glare at Castiel. "Another thing. I seduced Gabriel. He didn't seduce me. If there's anything else you need to know, I'll be in the kitchen washing your pots and pans, and taking care of your dirty laundry."

Several weeks passed and, slowly but surely, Gabriel began to warm back up to Castiel. Even Kali became less hostile, though he was sure that she purposefully burned his eggs every morning. The congregation even became more welcoming. Missouri Mosely, a widow with a sharp tongue and a no nonsense attitude, often invited him over for Sunday dinner, and whenever he would walk past the playground children would call him over and insist that he show them how to make grass whistles and flower chains. Castiel had never felt more fulfilled in his entire life. Certain things were still missing though. Castiel would often find himself thinking longingly about his laptop and the site that let him feel free if only for a few moments.

Castiel planned it with great detail. What 'it was, was an outing. He had done his research and he had found a bar that met his needs perfectly. It was far enough to make sure that he wouldn't run into anyone he knew, but it was close enough so that he wouldn't be traveling for more than two hours.

Late at night, after Gabriel had gone to bed with Kali and his snores filled the small apartment, Castiel pulled an outfit from the back of his closet. Even if he did run into someone he knew, he doubted that they would recognize him in his 'bar clothes'.

Castiel arrived at The Roadhouse at exactly 11:46pm, and by 12:01 he was knocking down his second drink and beginning to look around for potential bedmates. Castiel caught the attention of the bartender, a tall skinny man with a mullet, and gestured for another drink.

"Make that two."

Castiel spun around and his vision was filled with bright green eyes and a face full of freckles. The man grinned and held out a hand.

"I'm Dean."

Castiel took the hand offered and was pleasantly surprised by the warm grip and rough texture. "C-Jimmy. My name is Jimmy." Castiel found himself staring at Dean. He was beautiful, with plush, bitable, lips and shoulders that could have been sculpted by Greek Gods.

"Hey there Jimmy." Dean chuckled and glanced shyly at the ground. "Not gonna lie… the last time someone looked at me the way you are right now… I couldn't walk straight for days."

"Is that so?" Castiel's voice had dropped to a low growl, and the gravelly undertones shocked even him.

Dean gulped and nodded. "Yeah."

Castiel found himself grinning. The thought 'this is going to be so much fun!' passed through his mind. He could already feel the rush of sex snake through his body. Castiel tore his gaze away from the wide green eyes when the mullet-haired bartender heavily set two glasses full of an amber liquid in front of them.

Taking his glass and quickly draining it Dean seemed to gain back some of his former bravado. "So, what brings you here?"

Castiel shrugged. "I've been… tense lately and I'm looking for an outlet."

Dean nodded, looking thoughtful. "Wanna get out of here, Jimmy?"

"Lead the way."

At 12:32am Castiel kneeled behind Dean, spreading his hands over the two fleshy mounds of his ass. Castiel licked his lips as he spread Dean's cheeks and drank in the sight of the furled muscle fluttering as Castiel's hot breath ghosted over it.

"You gonna do something Jimmy, or are you gonna spend all night starin' at me?"

"I don't often get to do this." Castiel rumbled, continuing to stare.

"You married or somthin'?"

"Or something." Castiel spat at Dean's hole and pressed his thumb into the glistening pucker. Dean moaned and clenched his muscles, sucking Castiel's thumb into his body.

"God, yes." Dean hissed as Castiel pressed his thumb deeper inside of his body. "Your hands are so fucking great. I bet you're a teacher with hands like that."

Castiel hummed thoughtfully. "Of a sort. I wonder if I could fit the whole thing inside..."

A shudder wracked Dean's body and he let out a moan that shook Castiel to the core. "You gotta fuck me now Jimmy, or else I'm gonna cum…"

"You could orgasm from just one finger in your ass?"

"What can I say? You're hot and I already told you that you got great hands."

Castiel let a smug smile spread over his face. Anticipation filled his veins and he could already tell that the sex he would have with Dean would satisfy him for a very long time. "I can't wait to fuck you."

"What's stopping you?"

"Hush." Castiel gave Dean's cheek a quick slap and reveled in the needy moan that followed. "I already told you that I don't get to do this often. I want to savor this."

Dean gave a breathy laugh. "How pissed is your wife going to be?"

Castiel didn't answer. Instead he pressed his mouth to Dean's asshole and roughly shoved his tongue inside, blind and deaf to everything that wasn't the taste of Dean and the moans that Castiel was ripping from him. Castiel sucked and licked and prodded until Dean was a blubbering mess and his jaw was sore.

"Jesus fucking Christ." Dean panted, arching his back.

Castiel growled and sat up on his knees. "I could eat you out for hours, you taste so good." Castiel began to rub his dick in-between Dean's cheeks, coating it with sweat and saliva, making the slide so much better. "I'm going to fuck you so damn good." He promised, grabbing Dean's hips and pulling him impossibly closer. "I'm going to fuck you so good that you'll be ruined forever. I'm going to make you so damn wet and sloppy, your ass will feel like a pussy." Castiel didn't know what he was saying anymore. He only knew that his words were turning Dean into a mess, making him press his ass even closer to Castiel's dick and rubbing against it like a cat in heat.

"Fuck me, Jimmy… fuck me good. C'mon, right now. I'll take it all!" Dean was panting and Castiel couldn't resist anymore. Steadying his cock with one hand, Castiel rolled a condom on and then pressed the tip to Dean's tight hole and began to push inside. "Yessssss!" Dean pushed back, forcing Castiel deeper into his body. "That's it, Jimmy! Fuck me just like you promised!"

Castiel growled and shoved the rest of his erection into Dean's asshole. "Stop being so bossy." Castiel palmed Dean's bottom before giving it a hard smack. "I'm in charge here." Dean's response was cut off as Castiel gave a particularly hard thrust, slamming into his prostate. Castiel noted the angle and made sure to hit the same spot over and over again, mercilessly driving himself into Dean and making the headboard of the bed thump loudly against the wall with every lunge of his hips.

"Jimmy! Oh God, I'm coming! I'm coming!" Dean gasped out, spilling his seed over the bedclothes. Dean's asshole tightened over Castiel's cock as he came and Castiel flew into a frenzy, rutting into Dean's rear like an animal, and shoving him up the bed. Castiel draped himself over Dean's back, thrusting even deeper into the body underneath his. His orgasm was speeding towards him like a bullet, but Castiel needed this to last. He needed to feel Dean's body clench and quiver around his for at least a little while longer.

"Is this good?" Castiel rasped into Dean's ear. "Am I keeping my promise?"

"Yes!" Dean choked out. "God, it's so good!"

A jolt of electricity ran through Castiel's body. "Say that again!"

"You cock feels so good inside of me-"

"No. Castiel gasped out, slowing his thrusts to a deep grind. "Say 'God' again… I want you to take the Lord's name in vain. I want you to blaspheme."

"Good God." Dean moaned. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, you fuck so fucking good…"

"Keep going." Castiel ground out. He was so close, so fucking close to coming it was almost painful. "Pray! Can you pray for me Dean?"

Dean whimpered, clenching and unclenching his hole. It felt so good that Castiel almost wept. "Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name-"

"Keep going!, Oh, God keep going…"

"Thy Kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread-"

"I'm so close…"

And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation-"

"Don't stop!"

"But deliver us from evil-"

"Fuck!" Stars erupted across his vision, blood roared in his ears, and Castiel swore that his very soul rushed out of the tip of his penis and into the latex sheath that covered it. "Fuck…" He repeated slumping down.

"You can say that again." Dean sighed, rolling so that he faced Castiel. "Hey."

"Hello Dean."

Dean smiled fondly at Castiel. "That was… amazing. Best sex of my life."

"I'm glad you thought so. It was quite good for me as well."

Dean smirked. "I could tell. If you don't mind me asking, are you Catholic?"

Castiel froze and swallowed nervously. He suddenly remembered who he was, what he had just done, and what type of person he was with. "Yes."

Dean chuckled and ran his through Castiel's hair. "Thought so. The Lord's Prayer sort of gave it away." He brought his mouth close to Castiel's and kissed him deeply. "We all got our kinks. I'll have to show you some of mine someday."

Castiel nodded stiffly. "Yes, you will."

"I am holding you to that." Dean grinned and got out of bed. "I gotta hop in the shower. You… are you gonna be here when I get back?" Dean suddenly looked very nervous, and Castiel couldn't bring himself to tell Dean the truth.

"Of course."