Chapter 1:
You Know You Like it
Dean slid onto the bar stool in what Sam had announced was the "Sketchiest looking place ever" and that he didn't care "how many women are in there", he wasn't going to join Dean on his booty patrol.
Sam was certain that no bar with a motel on the second floor could be good for anything except mistakes and felonies.
Despite the repulsive appearance of the outside the inside was quite atmospheric, low lights, cherry wood bar. Nothing looked particularly broken… but nothing looked particularly new either. The air conditioning must've been broken because the air was thick. It felt like he had just sat down under a cloud of nicotine and the smell of sex mixed with regret. He expected nothing less from a den of iniquity, as Cas would say.
Sam was seriously missing out, Dean decided, as he winked at a busty jet black haired gift from heaven across the bar and she gave him a confident smile back, which Dean promptly missed in favour of looking at her cleavage.
How could he not though? She was in a jean top so tight she appeared to have been poured into it and was spilling out over the top of the rough cut edges. As she stood and approached Dean he swore she was gonna pop right out of that top or that her painted on leather pants were just going to tear every time she bent her legs.
"Hey kitten", she drawled out.
"Hey…" Dean stammered as he continued to stare at her breasts which were now directly in his face as he was sitting and she was standing.
She tapped on the bar top and held 2 fingers up, smiling at the bartender.
Dean thought to himself that for some reason, her presence made him feel calm. Her face was possibly the most beautiful he'd ever seen, and he trusted her implicitly.
She stood for a moment staring deeply into Deans eyes. He believed he'd never seen a bluer blue than in that moment. After a giggle, she handed him the shot of Jameson she'd just procured from the bar. They clinked shot glasses, he knocked it back and had just enough time to think to himself,
"Since when does whiskey taste like flowers",
before she leaned in, breasts jiggling millimeters from Deans face, and whispered something into Deans ear. Her breath tickling the edges of his ear and causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end.
And then he remembers nothing.
It was dark and he couldn't move. He tested the waters by rocking slightly and he found himself to be in a wooden chair. His arms were tightly tied behind him and an extraordinarily clean white cloth was over his eyes. Normally in these situations they don't go to the trouble to use freshly laundered linens to put on your face. Or leave your mouth ungagged.
Dean chuckled,
"Look, I don't know what your game plan here is sister, but I promise you, you're in over your head."
"He's awake!" a high pitched voice grated out somewhere a few feet directly in front of him.
"I told you he wasn't dead, now pay me before I take my payment in the form of you." He recognized that voice to be the woman from the bar.
He heard a squeek and then that same obnoxious voice,
"Jeeze Devina, I would never stiff you. You've been so helpful!"
"I'm equal opportunity, ladies, I'm absolutely willing to hit back. Now…"
Dean had already begun getting his hands free with the knife he kept in his boot.
"If ya let me go… I'll be nice and just kill the witch with the nice rack."
"No, Dean, you have to stop. You can't take off the blindfold until she's gone...right?"
"Oh god." Dean groaned.
"Becky…."
There was a sigh.
"Look. I know this is a little severe but… I just need Sam to get a little...jealous, you know? So he realizes how much he really loves me."
"Ok Becky…" Dean was very careful how he chose his words. Last time Becky had supernatural help it was extraordinarily bad.
"Why don't you just untie me and… We can go talk to Sammy together? I'll tell him how kind you're being to me."
"No… No I already got Devina to give you the potion and she knocked you out and she even carried you upstairs to my room…"
"Damnit...Sammy was right… I hate it when he's right."
He heard the door open and close and the click of boots.
"She left, right Becks? So uh" Dean licked his lips and put on his best award winning smile.
"You can untie me now, right?"
He had nearly gotten his hands free.
Becky sighed again,
"Alright but… when it hits you, no funny stuff ok? I'm saving myself for Sammy. This things pretty strong according to my witch friend and it's going to make you need to touch me. But that's just to ensure you don't run off… Having to tie up Sammy last time was so depressing. It sent mixed messages, I know. But with this I don't have to tie you down, you won't want to not be around me, you pretty much can't not be around me-"
"Only I get to call him that."
Becky made an unhappy grunt/scoff in his direction.
Dean heard the door fly open and there was a very brief sound of protest from Becky and a very bright light. So bright Dean thought the blindfold had been taken off and he was outside staring at the sun for a second. Then the darkness returned.
The familiar smell of tube roses and honey surrounded him as skin briefly brushed against his cheeks and hands that seemed to be light as a feather while still using force to rip through the knot in the cloth covering his eyes ghosted past him. And just as soon as they were touching him, they were gone.
"Dean."
Castiel said with just the slightest inflection of concern that anyone else on earth, except maybe Sammy, wouldn't have noticed in his typical monotone. He tipped his head to the side, as he frequently does when interacting with anyone.
Dean blinked a few times and freed his own hands and rubbed his eyes as the blurry vision of the angel came into focus. He smiled.
"Heyyyy Cas-"
Dean stopped short as he felt bile rise up into his throat. His heart was beating so fast he knew at any moment it was going to burst. He panicked and squirmed, holding his stomach as he leaned forward to vomit. He began to break out into a cold sweat. Right before he threw up, Cas put a hand on his shoulder and it all stopped. Everything was okay. It was better than okay. It was beautiful. It was warm. It was comforting. It was arousing. He felt pure calming ecstasy tingle across his being, warm and welcoming. And it all seemed to be radiating from Castiels hand placed on his shoulder, but ever so slightly on the nape of his neck
"Are you okay, Dean?"
"Oh god…" Dean choked out.
Dean covered Castiels hand with his own and shimmied it up his neck, he shivered, goose flesh broke out across his arms. He splayed Cas' fingers with his own and pushed his pinky up onto his face and began nuzzling it. Dean felt himself make a little noise and quickly began focussing very hard on not making any MORE noises.
Deans entire body twitched. Lurching forward for a moment in a way that normally only occurred when he orgasmed but in hindsight this did feel very similar, except without the muscle spasms.
Castiel being the boundary-less angel of the lord that he was immediately delved into Deans mind and essentially RAN back out.
"Dean…"
"Would you stop...saying my name and spit out whatever it is already." Dean whispered through gritted teeth, proud that he managed to get oxygen to leave his body in a semi normal fashion to make a sound that wasn't obscene.
Dean realized he had closed his eyes at some point and opened them, immediately releasing Castiels hand, suddenly the room got very cold.
"Dean I think...we may have a problem."
Dean looked up at Cas for a second before a smile broke out across his face.
"Yea" Dean chuckled,
"I was outsmarted by a little girl, Becky no less. Where did she go anyhow?" He started to stand up but the room was twisting and spinning and moving as if he were on a boat.
"She's been….relocated"
Deans stomach fell again as the room began to sway so much that he lost his balance.
Cas caught Dean as he swayed dangerously far to the left. Dean clutched the front of Cas' trenchcoat so hard he popped off a button in the front.
He steadied himself and for a moment he felt normal again, and then it started back up.
He felt like he was standing in the sun on a perfect day in a big grassy field. Only when he looked up, it was not in fact the sky, but Castiels eyes staring back at him. Dean stood up a little straighter with the assistance of pulling on Cas' trenchcoat. He knew if he could just get a little bit closer...If he could just touch him more. If he could get more of Castiels skin to touch his own...His breathing had gone heavy and he forgot to blink for what must have been an unnatural amount of time. His face was so close to Castiels. Just a little extra touch. That's all. Just more contact. Their noses nearly touching. Dean felt like he was going to burst any moment with this strange rush of a high that was ruling his actions. He NEEDED to touch him more. Needed more of this feeling. This incredible warmth and pleasure. He didn't want much, right? Just a little closer. A little longer. He closed his eyes slightly as he leaned in to Castiel, his breath rolling over the angels lips.
"Dean….I can't in good conscience let you do that." Castiel said pushing him back and holding him at arms length. Dean felt like sobbing as the intense pleasure went back to just feeling a little floaty and warm.
"Why not?" he asked completely dumb founded at his own words.
"Because" Castiel let go of Deans shoulders and Dean distinctly felt the air leave his lungs so abruptly he heaved a little.
"You're being affected by a love potion."
"Oh my god" Dean began tremmoring and he was having a hard time focussing on anything except Cas' lips. He bent over from the pain shooting up his spine,
"You're the first person I saw…" He whispered before finally violently wretching and emptying his stomach on to the floor.
