Hey everyone! Kiratoya here again! I know it's been awhile since I've updated, but I seriously have a LOT OF THINGS going on. But since today was Valentine's Day I felt like giving my current fandom (SUPERNATURAL) a bit of love and comfort. ((seeing as I did cosplay Castiel at school today XDD))

Okay, so for all of you Supernatural fans, this takes place right after "My Bloody Valentine" in Season 5. I wanted to keep with today as a theme and that was the only thing I could think of. Remember the large naked Cupid? Yeah, well he gets his revenge. XDD

Read on, tally ho!

**SUPERNATURAL, DEAN, CAS, AND EVERYONE ELSE DON'T BELONG TO ME. THEY BELONG TO KRIPKE. I'M ONLY BORROWING THEM FOR MY OWN PLEASURE. WOW, THAT SOUNDED DIRTY**

"Cupid shot him in the ass."

"What?" Dean exclaimed looking at his little brother like he had grown a second head. Normally that wouldn't have been too strange to the Winchesters, worse things had definitely happened namely today. But…

"Cupid came back and shot Cas in his ass, saying he was offended for being accused. He just kind of… keeled over after that." Sam tried to explain. They both stole a glance at the angel lying in Dean's motel bed. His face was stiff and calm and he looked like a man trying to force himself to sleep.

"So, what do you want me to do?" asked the elder Winchester. Even when Sam looked away he found his gaze lingering on Castiel's figure; namely his lips. It was strange to watch him look for once like there wasn't something completely dire about a situation. It both creeped him out and gave his stomach an odd feeling at the same time.

"I just want you to watch over him a bit okay? I'm going to call Bobby about summoning one of those things without an Angel's help and see what we can do." His brother replied. Sam grabbed his cell phone and bag of chalk, trotting out of the motel room.

"Oh, and Dean?"

Dean looked back, trying to jerk himself out of his musings.

"Yeah?"

"Be careful, seriously we don't know how Cupid's affect Angels." And with that Sam closed the door.

Three, motherfucking, hours. How long did it take to make a call anyway? Dean's right eye began to twitch once more in anger. Cas had done nothing but lay there like a vegetable, and Sam's alleged "quick call" had been over three hours ago. Dean was one seriously pissed off hunter.

"Whatever man, I'm just gonna go looking for Sammy." Dean said to the room aloud. It was pointless even speaking, but he felt like he needed to say something. Was he talking to Castiel? Could Castiel hear him, he wondered, as he stood and began to take his leave. Surely his words didn't even reach the man's ears, let alone his brain. Maybe, Dean figured with a small chuckle, being hit in the ass by a pissed off naked guy made you go comatose. That would sure be one helluva way to kick the bucket. He grabbed the Impala's keys and his father's jacket, sliding it on his shoulders before starting towards the door.

"See ya later Cas."

"Dean…"

It took a few moments for the man to register that his name had been said, but when it finally clicked in his brain he whipped around to stare at Castiel.

The man was holding his head like Dean sometimes did after a major hangover, and was swaying steadily at his seated position on the bed. Painfully, it seemed, he moved his legs to the edge of the bed, attempting to gain stead on the ground. Dean rushed towards him catching him in the nick of time as he toppled over. Without Dean there, he most surely would have had a nice make-out session with the carpet.

"Cas, you okay?" Dean asked worriedly, holding his angel tightly. His angel? Since when did he think of Cas like that?

"I… am fine…" Castiel replied, but Dean found himself horribly unconvinced.

"Sam told me how ya got ass-raped by that Cupid. I'll kick his ass." Dean reassured the man, steadying him back down onto the bed in a lying position and going for a cup of tap water. Castiel murmured something Dean didn't quite catch, so he chose to ignore it and tried to get Cas to drink the water.

"N-No. I… do not require that." Castiel told him blatantly. He continued to push the cup away, agitating Dean.

"Well then what do you want Cas? You obviously aren't feeling well." Dean told him, setting the water down on the bedside table. Castiel tried to sit up again, but Dean placed a hand on his chest to stop him from moving. They stared at each other for a long moment, before Dean coughed heavily and averted his eyes.

What the hell? He asked himself. Cas… never looked at him like that. It was creeping him out; like a sort of longing that sent chills down his spine and made his stomach twist and turn in knots.

Well hell Dean. He thought to himself. You sound gay.

"Gay?"

"Huh?"

"You're thoughts. You think you are… gay?"

Dean looked at him incredulously. "Cas, I think you've finally lost it."

"Because I believe that is a good thing in my favor."

And now Dean was officially lost.

"Pardon?"

"I said, I think that is a good thing in my favor, Dean." Castiel repeated. Before Dean could respond the angel moved like lightning and suddenly Dean felt his face, namely his lips, assaulted by a very drunk-like man.

"Mmpf!" Dean tried to push away as Castiel suddenly was able to move without great effort and nearly climbed on top of him, forcing their faces to mesh together in one of the strangest dances Dean had ever found himself in.

For one thing, Dean figured Cas hadn't been lying about being a virgin. He was seriously bad at this.

But kissing a man was completely different from kissing a girl. For one thing the scratch of Castiel's stubble caused red marks on his cheeks and around his lips, making Dean try and move with it to try and stop it from hurting too much. For another the body on top of him seemed almost superhuman in sudden pressure, and Dean almost was unable to push him off. But he quickly found Castiel's tie and yanked it down, forcing the owner to jerk down as well so as not to choke.

"What the fuck Cas?" Dean roared trying to scramble away. But it felt like his limbs were slowly becoming jelly. As he shifted his legs, a terrifying discovery was made. He was half hard. From kissing a man. From kissing Cas. Dean's jade green eyes widened, and he moved his lips soundlessly as his anger was replaced by complete shock.

WHAT THE HELL!

As Dean looked down, his eyes, if such a thing was even possible, grew even larger at the sight before him. While thinking about the whole situation, Dean had not noticed Castiel had began stripping, and was currently ripping his shirt roughly from his skin. A dusting of what could be considered a blush framed his cheeks and now sweating face and as Castiel looked up their eyes met. Instantly Dean felt himself harden further and Castiel seemed to take notice, forcing his palm forward and pressing into the denim fabric right in the perfect spot.

Dean felt himself give a small groan, giving Castiel the perfect opportunity to surge upwards to kiss Dean again. This time the Hunter didn't resist, against his better judgment, and followed with the Angel's ministrations, twisting their heads so they could bite at each other's lips hungrily. Quickly they sucked in together, and they both, at the same time, launched out their tongues to duel angrily.

It was rough. It was raw. It was exactly what Dean had expected; not that he had ever thought about kissing his angel before.

His angel. There he went again.

Lack of oxygen was getting to Dean and he, internally reluctantly, pulled away from Castiel to inhale large gulps of air. The dark-haired angel took this as an opportunity to assault Dean's neck, biting and scratching with his teeth before soothing the spots with sloppy kisses that left large red hickeys Dean really didn't want to explain anytime soon.

"C-Cas…" Dean whispered heatedly, pulling the man away and forcing their eyes to meet. Another jolt shocked through him like fire in his veins, and he tried not to let it get to his head too much.

"Cas we… c-can't." he said lamely, holding the man's head still. Unfortunately Castiel didn't seem to be listening, and instead he used his inexperienced fingers to scratch at the now prominent lump in Dean's jeans.

"No." Was the growled reply.

"Cas, seriously!"

"No." This time the words were almost animalistic and Dean felt almost suffocated by his words.

"…" he opened his mouth to reply but Castiel, the ever-present man of opportunity, moved for him again. Dean closed his eyes tightly, expecting the rough lips, but instead he felt three rough fingers probing his abused and swollen lips. In surprise Dean accepted them without thinking, and found himself nearly gagging on the digits as they were forced into his wet cavern.

"Mmgh! Cuuugh! CUUGHS!" Dean said, trying not to vomit.

Castiel wasn't listening however; he had turned his attention to Dean's clothes, which he had dubbed very much a nuisance. The man, with his fingers still in Dean's mouth, bent down and nearly clawed Dean's shirt off with his free hand. Dean moaned onto the fingers, his tongue swiping against the salty flesh.

Castiel kissed up and down Dean's chest, rubbing their torsos together in some kind of strange dance with had Dean seeing tears behind his eyelashes. A searing pain shot up Dean's spine suddenly, and he looked down to see Castiel sucking and licking at the hand-print upon his shoulder. It appeared as though the man was making love to the scar with his mouth. Dean once again let out a groan around the fingers; the digits slick with his spit by now.

"C-Cas…" Dean moaned wantonly as the angel removed his fingers. They both stared at each other for a long while, erections prominent and straining and chests slick with sweat and love-bites that would make a slut feel whore-ish.

"Dean." Castiel whispered, leaning forward to nuzzle into his neck.

A sickening ripping sound tore through the room, and suddenly Dean noticed they had now been fully stripped. By what he didn't know, because neither of them had moved, but he also didn't really give much thought to it in the first place. He wasn't thinking about a whole lot right now though; a rainbow-shitting unicorn could have come in with Lucifer riding it and he wouldn't have cared.

"Dean." Castiel repeated, shifting his wobbling legs to straddle Dean's waist. The Hunter watched in confusion turned awe as Castiel reached behind himself with the hand Dean had been making out with only moments before.

And then he started.

"Hah… nngh…. Mmn… D-Dean…"

Dean felt every moan shock through him like bullets as Castiel began sliding a slicked up finger into his twitching asshole. The man's face scrunched up in pain but apparent pleasure as he finally got it in all the way, obviously letting it adjust before allowing another to join it. It was the most erotic sight Dean had ever witnessed, and he wanted to burn the memory into his skull. Finally Castiel pushed the third finger in, his body moving back on them involuntarily, and it forced their hips to rock together, creating a friction that only aroused Castiel further, and he jammed his fingers deep, letting out a gasp and scream. Dean thought for a moment that Cas was in pain, and gripped his shoulders tightly to find out what was wrong, but as the man slumped onto his shoulder Dean noticed his eyes were completely glazed over in lust and satisfaction, the hand still moving but slightly slower.

Dean watched in fascination for a little while longer, until Cas stopped and pulled his fingers out. With a questioning gaze Dean followed his movements, until he finally noticed he was being nudged down into a lying position.

"Cas…"

"Sssh, Dean." Castiel reprimanded him, moving to adjust himself over the tip of Dean's now weeping manhood. With a final glance they both stared deep into the other's eyes, and as Castiel sunk himself down Dean let out a large guttural moan of rapture.

"Ngaaaaaaahhh…." It tore from his throat instinctively as the tight heat enveloped his throbbing desire, Castiel seeming to be able to take all of him in one stroke. Soon skin met skin, and as Castiel began to raise himself up to move Dean jutted his hips upward, bucking the man upwards and almost off of him, before allowing the angel to sink down rapidly.

"Dean!" Castiel screamed, trying to find some sort of support as Dean continued moving his hips up and down and holding Castiel's hips in place.

They rocked against each other; up down up down side to side and over again for what seemed like an eternity; until they both came with a sticky and sweaty scream echoing perfectly. Dean felt his seed spurt deep inside Castiel, and the angel returned the favor by coating their stomachs in his warm essence.

"D-Dean…" Castiel groaned, slumping against his Hunter's chest in a heavy stupor.

"Cas…" Dean groaned out to him, wrapping a strong arm around the angel as unconsciousness overtook them both.

A/N: Don't fret, there's a part two where we see the day-after sort of thing. And, it'll be published tomorrow, the DAY AFTER.

By the by, this was actually my first written sex scene. Sladin didn't count cause i skipped over a LOT.

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