AN- I rewrote this because I felt it was a bit stiff originally and I couldn't get into the flow. This is written from a picture from Tumblr's thefriendlypigeon. Be forewarned, the picture is nsfw and I do have permission from the artist the write this story based on it.
Standing in front of the break room sink Castiel watched his cold coffee slip down the drain. He was utterly exhausted. Several reports from his higher ups have been slammed on his desk one after another. It had been tied to the same case that had him baffled for months.
5 female victims,
All ages between 19-33
All victims found D.O.A. with the following physical markings-
Bleeding eyes
Blistered skin
Self inflicted scratch marks on epidermis
The officer rubbed a hand down his haggard face and reached for a pot of coffee that was made sometime earlier in his shift. He'd been here only a few hours, but it already felt like a lifetime. He could almost swear he didn't have a five o'clock shadow this morning. God give him strength if this case wouldn't be solved within the month. He was about ready to kill someone himself. It wasn't long until he made his way to his overflowing desk. Castiel let his mind wander along with the idle chatter and ringing phones all around him. He stared casually at the evidence box that Gabriel had left for him. Nothing about this case made sense to him. All that was left were bloody clothes and a leather, drawstring pouch that the evidence team marked 'wiccan trash'. Cas reached into the box and pulled out the pouch. The clink of ash and rabbit bones made him wonder what kind of person the killer was. Religious or nuts by the detail of the star….pennacal…pentagram? Whatever it was, etched into the leather. He somehow felt this pouch could be important to the case.
Hey, Cassie." Gabriel sing songed his way to Castiel's desk, "Did you see the two hotties hitting up Michael for details for your case?"
The dark haired man jerked his body toward his friend in shock. What?! Hot coffee sloshed down Cas' arm. Had word gotten out? It was only a matter of time before some reporters made their way here and made some bogus story about a 'serial killer'. He didn't need this. A story like that could scare away the killer to a new hunting ground and he'd be forced to scrap the case until a new jurisdiction picked it up. He absolutely hated leaving cases open or unfinished because someone screwed up.
"I need a break," Castiel grumbled.
Ignoring his friend who had magically procured a piece of candy from his pocket, Cas pulled on his tan coat over his uniform and stepped away from his desk.
"Ooh, we got a badass here," Gabe mocked around his cherry sucker.
The other man rolled his eyes and briskly made his way to the front of the station. With any luck, he could make it out of here for lunch without being seen. He didn't see any camera's or scantily clad news girls floating around to make his life a nightmare so perhaps luck was on his side today?
"Officer Novak, a moment of your time."
Crap. Cas turned toward his Department head. Michael looked unimpressed as ever. Standing near him were two Agent's in matching black suits. FBI maybe? One was giant and lanky, long brunette hair hanging loosely around his face. He had the kind of eyes that Castiel would consider sincere and could easily play 'good cop' at a moment's notice. The other man was a bit shorter, well groomed except for the thick five o' clock shadow marring his square jaw. From here, Cas could notice more details in this man more than the other. Full pink lips, squared shoulders, and screaming masculinity.
"Agent Ferguson and Agent Walker, this is Castiel Novak."
Michael turned away from the trio, happy to be rid of them. The older man briskly walked off in order to deal with more 'pressing matters'. Cas in all honesty didn't expect much from his team leader. The man was colder than a block of ice even on his good days. The young officer glanced from the retreating back of his leader to the expecting eyes of the two Agents before him.
"Erm…yes….hello." Cas began nervously.
Who he assumed was Agent Ferguson pushed his long hair back from his face before Agent Walker pushed in closer to take control of the situation. The strong smell of Stetson cologne hit the young officer and a flash of the old movie "Walker Texas Ranger" flittered across his mind. A charismatic smile graced Agent Walker's face. The expression made him look instantly younger than his darkly stubbled face led on.
"Our sources say there have been two deaths with the same M.O. in the last four months." Walker mentioned while easily holding a charming expression. "Both being women, both being sighted at the local pub near the University of California, and both being Tinder matched within days by the same guy."
Cas nearly sputtered. He didn't think anyone in his precinct being idiotic enough to push aside the idea of links through the internet, especially since the FBI wasn't updated on the body count.
"T-two? There must be some mistake."
Agent Walkers expression quickly fell sullenly. The gloom and slight anger from the news that felt almost personal.
"What do you mean, Officer?" The taller of the two asked as he stepped in to diffuse the situation.
Dean stepped back from the situation and let Sammy work. Fuck. This was bad. Baby blues here had more info than Sam could drag up from the internet and by the look of it; he wasn't too keen on dropping the paperwork. He could understand after all. He didn't like to let something go when he had his teeth into it either. At the same time, Dean would be damned if a baby in a trench coat was going to short change them on a case.
"There have been five victims in the last four months." The blue eyed man muttered cooly, "I had no idea social media outlets were a connector in at least two."
Dean cursed under his breath. These fucking witches were a total pain in the ass. They already interrogated the victims date just in case and the only thing that they got was the Tinder jerk recently getting out of an over controlling relationship with some chicken nugget loving, instagram taking, boouji wannabe. Dean personally hated girls like that. Too vain and throwing fits to get their way like a temperamental twelve year old. If he wanted to see that kind of stuff, he would take Sammy to a McDonalds at two a.m. after a bender and research night filled with way too much coffee and too little sleep. It didn't take much to have Sam spewing the hidden ingredients in a fast food chicken patty before he would be forced to ask if they still had salads available this late at night. Just ew.
"I'll make a note to reference social networking sites with the other victims." Castiel declared, grabbing Dean's attention. "If you and your partner have a stationed email I would be glad to send copies of the coroners' reports and my personal notes on the case to collaborate further."
Both men stopped and looked at each other with concern. They don't collaborate. This rule was put in place especially for non-hunters. The tallest man cleared his throat awkwardly to Castiel's offer and turned his expressive puppy eyes to him.
"D-don't take this the wrong way, Officer Novak." He stammered nervously. "My partner and I don't normally work with a third person. Due to safety to your department, we generally work within our own team."
Dean watched his brother interact with the scruffy looking officer. He had seen interactions like this happen more than a hundred times. Blow some smoke up a cop's ass and get to work. Hardly any fight from their end. This however, caught the elder hunters attention. A myriad of expressions flashed across Novak's face before one stuck. Anger. The flickers of surprise and thoughtfulness seemed almost nonexistent in comparison to the look he was giving both of them.
"No."
It was almost funny for Dean to watch Sam's rehearsed "we worry for your safety" bit to bite him in the ass. Blue eyes had balls and wasn't afraid to use them. How adorable. Sam swallowed several times trying to figure out his next move. It was rare for someone to push back against them, even when an open ended case like this had no leads.
"I will forward you the files through Michael, but I will not let you take over my case in its entirety."Castiel said to both Agent's tartly. "I worked far too long for higher ups in the system to snatch it away from me. With Gabriel's gift, I think I might have a new lead."
The fierceness in the little Officers eyes did things for Dean. The warmth in the pit of his stomach from watching a man in action made him want to dart off and take care of a few things. Bonus points for the little guy making big ol' Sammy stand there like a moose caught in the headlights. That was straight up hilarious and he sure as shit wasn't planning on letting him live that down. Officer Novak brushed a rough hand through his dark locks seemingly out of habit before bidding the two men adieu and briskly leaving the station. Hot damn.
Several hours and several cups of coffee later that day, Castiel's leads led the young officer to a park located near the University of California's campus. After running through his data and sending copies to the two Agents, the pieces were falling together very quickly. The other officers would easily pull in the Tinder match, a Mark Bayton, for an interrogation, but he seemed truthful. It was like the two FBI agents had scared the literal shit out of him. Someone who would be behind a serial murder would be much more composed.
He didn't even have to flash his badge at the kid before he went into oral diarrhea mode. Everything from his ex girlfriend wanting to live stream a porno with them online for views and likes to threatening texts of her telling the man to kill himself when he subsequently broke it off with her for being a 'like whore' and wanting to video and picture every facet of their relationship instead of working on their relationship as a whole. It had been so bad that the dorm police that the suspect lived at had to be called when Caroline's new Bea forced their way into the student apartments so she got to watch her newest boyfriend get beat up the old, all while holding an Iphone X to record the carnage.
Castiel pulled up a copy of the restraining order filed by Bayton just in case. Goes to show, men can be scared of their ex's just as much as women. A girl like that would make him shiver. He'd seen people video tape crime scenes before from the general public's point of view. They usually have this unnerving expression of concern and even some with an out of place smile trying to post theirs before anyone else. It was frankly sickening. The public huddled around bodies and wreckage like a bunch of starved seagulls. It almost makes Cas want to drink away the terror of their sick fascination caused him. His salvation was the justice that would ensue whenever the monsters were caught. Then, he can indulge into his demons and repeat his days just like it never happened. It is what it is, just another day at the office.
Slipping his hands into his pocket, Castiel fondled the leather satchel he refused to relinquish to the two FBI agents. It was silly, but since it was marked useless by his superiors, he kept it with him as proof to himself that he was actually making a break in the case and not just killing time until his files were locked away in a cold case closet. It didn't help that Sasquatch and Magic Mike hadn't bothered leaving a message that they received his paperwork.
Castiel huffed tiredly. This case was stressing him something awful and making him more snarky at the two Federal Agent's much more than what he needed to be. This was professional, not some rookie what if training scenario. People were dying and he had to stop it fast. The officer looked off into the setting evening sky, mind still buzzing with thoughts of the rhymes or reasons behind these killings. He couldn't sit still even with heavy exhaustion and high amounts of caffeine in his bloodstream. He needed to blow off some steam. He decided on a quick walk to burn off some pent up energy.
"Damn it Sammy!"
Dean tossed his duffle bag onto his threadbare bed and stuffed a machete inside his coat. It wasn't long before the man was pacing back and forth in front of his brother. He was officially pissed off. Officer Novak had forwarded his notes like he was supposed to, but what he didn't tell them was that his friend Gabriel had handed him a fully loaded hex bag. Not just an old, left over, hunk of left over crap, but a fully loaded one. Turns out the last victim was torched by the witch herself instead of the bag. It looked like Caroline didn't get much of a chance to plant it before Terra Milson popped up and ruined her show. They knew this because a random account popped up online showing amateur tapes of each victim dying. It was a matter of time before the media caught this shit storm and all of 'WitchyBitchy154's' followers figured out it wasn't all photoshopped. The bitch of a witch was damn proud of her kills. This was a whole new crock of crap that these new age asshats did to give him a headache. On the bright side, all it took to kill these witches was a quick slash and stack and he and Sammy would be back on the road.
"We need to find him." Sam said cooly. "It would only take a snap of her fingers to light the hex bag up and kill the poor guy. He doesn't deserve that."
Dean didn't want to agree with his brother, but getting an innocent killed wasn't part of what makes a hunter. The thought of the gruff voiced rookie rubbed him the wrong way.
"Wouldn't it be easier to gank the bitch?"
Sam sighed clearly exhausted with this argument.
"No Dean. Any spark of magic can set it off. No one wants to read about a cop losing their life if they spontaneous combusts on the job. We'll be back here at square one trying to clean a new mess up if we don't fix it now."
Dean grumbled, digging his keys from his blue jeans. Time to get locked and loaded.
"Somebody help!"
The shrill voice of a terrified woman jerked Cas out of his musings. Basic training from the academy set in and he reached his hand back to his holstered 9mm. He moved cautiously toward the direction of the plea. It was late and nearly dark. By this time, he had planned on finishing his walk from the large parks pathway and heading home for some peace. His shift was already nearly over. The encroaching darkness of the sky made it hard to see. Using a free hand, he reached up to the walkie extension on his collar to radio in backup. He'd be damned if he was going to make a mistake like going in alone so Michael could have a field day tearing him a new ass.
"I don't think so, cowboy." The preppy and overly cold voice hissed close to him.
Castiel lifted the weapon toward the voice and zeroed in on a scantily clad woman who looked like she stepped out of an inner city club. Something was definitely off. The woman flicked her nearly orange tanned hand and the next thing Castiel knew, he was crashing into a nearby tree. The air being knocked out of him from the hit he gasped harshly, wheezing raucously. A shrill laughter echoed around him. The girl whom he recognized as Caroline Anderson from his paperwork held her cell phone in her hand videotaping him.
What was happening? There was no way a girl like this could do that to him. He must be dreaming if a stick thin woman could toss him like the Incredible Hulk. Said woman casually strolled toward the fallen Officer, a smile stretching across her face.
"Awww….Can't figure it out?" She uttered sweetly. "Too bad, I want a full movie with you. You're cute for a geezer."
Cas would be offended if his side wasn't killing him from crashing into a tree. He might need to check if he hadn't broken anything once his took this lunatic into custody. He had made it to his knees before he had managed to wrap his hands back around his weapon. Caroline seemed unaffected as he prepared to point a gun at her. She reached into her purse and pulled out a pink taser.
"Get on your knees and put your hands behind your head." Cas barked, rising to his feet from where he had fallen earlier.
The woman scoffed. She looked like she was playing along to entertain him. She had to be off her meds.
"If you want me on my knees, you should ask nicely."
Cas was so done. A non lethal shot would end this. The moment the thought crossed his mind the woman charged forward, brandishing her annoyingly pink taser. The loud crack of a gunshot going off echoed loudly, but was quickly forgotten when the woman didn't stop. The bullet that pierced her body didn't slow her down at all. Cas threw his arm up to block, but it proved futile when the crackling taser hit its mark near the base of his neck. The surge of electricity was horrid. It felt somehow stronger to the times he had been hit before as a rookie. Blackness crept into the corners of his vision. The pain and tremors made it hard for him to do anything, but scream and slowly fade out of consciousness.
Unintelligible, sounds were the first thing that Cas knew when coming back into the waking world. Following that was the pain. His body ached and his head throbbed fiercely. Someone was shouting. He didn't know who, but he recognized the baritone and gruff bark from somewhere.
"Get her, Dean!" The man's voice yelled out.
The voice was nearby. Too close for his comfort. The officer tried prying his eyes open, only to be greeted with the inside of rotted shack-like building and tied to a chair. Moss and rotted wood greeted him like a morbid joke. Was he a hostage? What about Caroline Anderson? There were so many questions he had no answers to. He moved his body to only find his wrists bound. Crap. The room swayed as his eyes adjusted to the dark mustiness that was the ransacked and falling down house. The half rotten chair he was tied to creaked woefully. The sounds of mens grunts and gunshots made Cas jump. What was happening? It was a full blown sensory overload.
"Hey!" He forced himself to yell through his sore and dry throat. "Help!"
Sam missed his third shot at the witch and was marveled at how a girl can run like that in stiletto heels. Dean was coughing from being hit with a busted hex bag. Caroline screamed something about making him feel what she felt or he'd die trying. Throughout their fight, she had laughed that Dean had 1 hour to have sex or he'd die. It was ridiculous in theory, but Sam guessed that if she hexed Dean like this she thought she would get her porn star dream where her ex-boyfriend had said turned her down. It didn't take long before she set her sights on Sam.
"Aww…I got the tough one and the widdle biddy powice-man." Caroline trilled. "Now, I just need to get you."
Sam hesitated. Had she really kidnapped the officer leading the investigation? During this moment of weakness the witch grabbed something from her bag of tricks and slammed what can only be described as a glitter bomb on the ground and as soon as the air cleared out slightly, she was gone.
"Damn."Sam muttered. "Dean! Find and free Officer Novak and I'll take care of the witch!"
Dean grumbled at the order, shaking out his coat and hair of the powdered substance coating him. In a matter of moments, Dean found himself alone without his brother. Damn those long moose legs. Not taking his time to wait around, he made his way toward the dilapidated fall in the witch called home base. The closer he got the more he noticed the sounds. Someone was definitely there. Going by the sound of creaking wood and the gravely plea for help, he safely assumed Novak was alive. The hunter pushed the rotten door open out of the way and was assaulted with a smell that was clearly and utterly male.
"Ha….fuck…" the hunter groaned.
Arousal hit him like a truck. It felt like the first time he had stolen his first copy of Busty Asian Beauties from his dad's duffle bag. The strong scent of sweat, apple shampoo, and musk that was something uniquely Novak slammed into his senses. Whatever spell this was, it was hell. Dean had no idea whether he should cut the bindings from the bound cops arms or just straddle the man's lap. Don't get him wrong, he loved sex and he wasn't picky with what parts. It just had to be something that clicked for him before he said yes to a one night stand.
"P—please….Agent Walker…."The hoarse voice of the officer whispered, his tired eyes meeting his own.
It took a moment to realize it was the pale form of the officer pleading. Pleading for something that his imagination could easily run away with, pleading for help that might never happen if he just stood around gawking, pleading for something he'd never agree to if he didn't grab him and hightail it to the nearest hooker. No cash for ass, be damned.
"I got you."Dean grunted out, pushing forward and cutting the thick ropes.
Sam better hurry and kill that Snookie wannabe or he was gonna have to do some things he wasn't particularly proud of. Officer Novak pulled himself up from the old chair he was tied to with a groan.
"Come on."Dean said, voice obviously lower than it needed to be. "I don't have time for stragglers. I'll leave you behind if I have to."
Cas got the point. Deadweight. Gunless and sure as hell without backup, this was his only option. He felt like death warmed over, but he followed dutifully behind the man who saved him. His eyes burned holes into the back of Agent Walkers green coat. He was both relieved to be free, but his body was exhausted and he felt like he could drop to his knees and give up right now. The pair had only made it to the hill overlooking the building he was taken to before the hunter turned toward the officer. He looked different without his tan trench coat. Those big blue eyes stared up at Dean. The dark circles showed prominently, highlighting his currently overgrown beard. He honestly felt sorry for the guy.
"Agent Walker, you must have a phone. We need to call in backup."
Cas coughed to clear his dry throat. Dean's eyes were glued to the smaller man's throat. To say something as simple as a man's hands or neck to be arousing was ridiculous, but here he was, staring at the work hardened, but dirty hands of a working man and watching the bob of his Adam's apple as he tried to adapt to the obvious dehydration of his body. The guy was a wreck. Dean glanced at his watch idly as Novak began to plead again. 40 minutes. He had 40 minutes left of this hex and Dean was feeling a harsh sense of what both he and Sammy both experienced many times slowly creeping in. Death. That, and the fact his dick was so hard it almost hurt and he was sure that he could stake a vampire with it.
He thought quickly over his options. They were too far out to make it to town and he'd be out of time if he tried to get a girl at a bar to come back to the motel with him. Sammy would never help him with something like this. He'd rather die than mess up his baby bro's sense of honor and sanity. Heck, he'd bet Sam would be the first to look into ways to bring him back before he'd drop his pants. That aside, it left him one more option. Standing or rather, leaning before him was the cute brunette officer that hadn't left his thoughts all day.
. The hunter eyed the Officer and what shape he was in. It would be easy to push him down and fix this stupid hex. The rational part of him knew this was wrong. You can't force someone into sex and expect for them to like it. It wasn't some cheap, filthy, 18+ romcom. Oh lord, was he going to have to give this guy the talk? The monster talk, in fact.
"Look, I know this makes no sense, but you got to listen to me." Dean growled at the officer with a overly rehearsed line. "There are things out there that make no sense, things that most people can't explain. We-My brother and I- hunt these things so they can't hurt people. That thing that took you wasn't just a poor excuse of a model. It was a witch."
Dean's words went over Castiel's head. The man tilted his head in confusion. Good lord! The hunter clenched his jaw. It was getting worse. By the raging hard on pressing tightly in his jeans, if he had to do something it would be now. They were in the woods and the closest part of the city was more than forty minutes on foot. Damn. At least the guy was cute. Dean was high strung at this point. Whatever courage he had would be gone soon and by how long Sam was taking to do the job he was stuck with one of two options. Screw a dead witch and be labeled a necrophiliac or screw the blue eyed, sensible shoe wearing, pain in his ass cop.
In a quick motion, Dean swung his fist and knocked the poor man to the ground. The brunette groaned in pain as the hunter made a move on his prone form. With practiced ease, Dean unlatched both his and the other mans belt before shoving Castiel's navy slacks harshly down to his knees. The lack of underwear barely caught Dean's attention as he quickly situated himself onto the brunette's bare crotch. He wasn't planning on wasting time on niceties. This was quick, brutal, and only to get the job done.
The hunter distress worsened when he realized the man he was straddling was soft. The warm appendage under his ass hardly flinched as the brunette got his senses back from the hit and was staring eye to eye with the hunter.
"Why isn't he hard?" Dean thought in a panic. "I need him hard! I can't make this work!"
Nerves getting the better of him, the hunter pulled out his mother of pearl handled gun from his coat and pointed it directly at the smaller man.
"Sorry, man, but I got cursed by a witch and if I don't have sex in the next 40 minutes I'm going to die."
Castiel stared at the Agent in disbelief, hoping he had heard him right. His face immediately turned red in anger.
"That's the lamest excuse for rape I've ever heard!"
He had to agree. Performance issues with a gun in your face sure as hell didn't help. The hunter grumbled and reached under himself with his free hand and grasped the cops' soft length, squeezing it in ways that Dean had done to himself before. He knew what he liked. It's not much different than his own, right?
"S-stop…" Cas whined, unable to control his bodily reaction. "Walker…."
"It's Dean."
The smaller man gasped quietly, thighs flexing under the hunters body. The half mast erection in Dean's hands steadily hardening and thickening. Geez, this guy was a grower, not a shower. If he normally went this way he'd be almost giddy. A big package was almost like a girl taking off an oversized shirt and being rewarded with huge tits. He thinks he'd never feel ready for this. He was unprepared, unstretched, and as far as he knew you had to treat a guys first time just like a girls first time. This wasn't going to be fun for him. Keeping his gun arm focused, he pushed the thick mast under him toward his opening and pushed his body on it.
"Dear God!" The hunter groaned painfully. "Why can't you be smaller?"
The man's pre-cum wasn't working for shit as natural lube. The feeling of the tip of the man's head made its way in and he had to stop. This was agonizing. The adrenaline was exhilarating, but the pain was something else.
"The cops thighs slightly pushed up against him, forcing himself further in the slightest degree.
"Damn it, be gentle!" Dean barked, sweat running down his face.
The gun shook in his grasp. He was stuck between wanting to push through the pain or keep an eye on Officer Novak. Cops were trained. The second he lowered his weapon, he'd strike. A hormone drenched part of the hunters' brain came up with an idea. If he was good at this, then the poor guy would drop like a fly. He looked ten minutes from passing out earlier. To prove this notion, he clenched his inner muscles and watched the smaller man literally convulse. Who said only hookers got the skills to pull this kind of stuff off?
"D-Dean? Why?"
Dean looked down into the blue watery eyes of his captive. The look hurt his heart in the worst way.
"I told you why, Cas." He answered in an almost tender voice. "I'm really not lying. If I had a choice I'd wine and dine your ass like a real lady before I'd even consider something like this. I don't want to do this. That witch threw you around like a ragdoll before we came. You know I'm telling the truth."
Castiel stared at his captor with wide eyes, tears dripping down past his temples. His expression softened slightly, his tense muscles loosening. Dean lowered his gun arm and leaned back onto the cock piercing him. Without the added stress of having to shoot another man it was much easier to get into things. Experimentally lifting and rocking his hips, it was pure pleasure. This had to be part of the hex. A deep moan rang out from below him. The deep gravel of the smaller man's voice shot straight to his cock. It wasn't long before Dean was turning on Cas' pole like a porn star. Something about this cock hit all the right places. The noises from Castiel didn't hurt either. The man shoved his hips up at every thrust, groaning like he just discovered porn for the first time. The hunter was mesmerized watching the brunette not just hump in turn to his thrusting, but actually rolling his hips in a hypnotizing and arousing rhythm. This guy knew what he was doing. At least he could say his first time was with someone who had skill.
"God, Cas…" He moaned as the man's cock dragging across his prostate over and over again.
This angle was perfect. Dean sped up and leaned back as he concentrated on catching his orgasm. His eyes clenched, sweat dripped, and he slammed his body down on the smaller man, chasing the pleasure. He wanted to yell for more, demand more, but with the guy pinned.
"Fuck me, Dean."The deep voice demanded, slapping the hunters bare ass cheek.
Damn it. He'd give him this, but if there's going to be some bdsm he's out. Castiel lifted his legs and planted them on the loose ground before jackknifing his hips up into the hunter. Dean literally screamed. I don't mean, whimper, gasp out in pain, but truly screamed.
"AGAIN!" He screamed out. " AGAIN DAMN YOU!"
Wrapping his hands around the man's hips he kept on, his rhythm getting harsher and wilder. In several minutes time, they were both calling out to each other. Pre-cum and sweat soaked them both, the coil of their orgasm rolling in like a tidal wave. Nothing could stop this force. A sharp jab to Dean's prostate sent him over the edge. The hunter gasped, mouth open in a silent scream. No sound came out, but Castiel was well able to make up for it when Dean clenched so tightly on his dick that it almost hurt. He utterly lost it in the few thrusts that followed. It was several minutes before Dean was embarrassed enough to see the position he was in. The hunter lifted his now sore body up off of the Officer and jerked his pants up. He had to get the hell out of here.
"Dean, wait." The spent man groaned tiredly, hand grasping his pant leg. "Don't leave. I want to know the truth."
Those few words made all the stress in the hunter's body tighten up. The warmth of post-sex haze was quickly washed away at the smaller man's words. He almost felt like he owed him this much at least. Could he live with himself making the guy feel like he'd been raped by a lunatic? No.
"Ok, buddy. I will." Dean promised as he tugged up the cops pants. "I owe you this much. Just let me find Sammy and I will tell you everything."
Castiel let out a tired smile. Almost too tired to stand, he forced himself to his feet and was quickly held up by Dean's strong arms.
"Hey Dean?"Cas murmured tiredly to the other. "Next time, you're taking me on a real fucking date first."