I sat the a bar, listening to Dean's constant complaining about the 'damn monkey suits', undoing the priest's collar as he grumbled and downed yet another in a long line of beers.
'Thanks.' Dean drawled, picking up the receipt. She nodded, blushing a little as she began to serve another punter.
'She's in to you.' I murmured, sipping my second beer, still looking perfectly priest-like; besides the glass bottle in my hand, anyway.
'You don't say.' He answered, holding up the receipt with a smirk. There it was, yet again. All ten digits and a lipsticked kiss.
'You're ridiculous.' I chuckled, rolling my eyes.
'No, I'm irresistible.' He corrected, smirking. I glared at my brother as he began to chat up the barmaid again. I rolled my eyes, deciding to go and hustle some pool while Dean passed the hours with sex and alcohol- the latter of which I was making it my business to pay for.
Two hundred dollars better off, I decided to get one last drink and start the long, irksome walk back to the hotel, considering Dean had probably taken the Impala- or was in it.
He and the barmaid had left around an hour ago, and I had been given strict instructions to not, under any circumstances, approach the Impala if I saw it on my walk.
As if I needed telling.
I blew out a sigh, paying for a shot and downing it.
I didn't usually partake in alcohol, besides beer that is, but tonight I couldn't resist. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to get laid almost as much as Dean had.
Because this was the anniversary of our Mom's death. And dammit, the pain was just as bad now as it must've been for Dad back then, when I, and even Dean, was too young to understand properly what it was that was happening.
'Another shot for my boyfriend here. You like you could do it, darlin'.'
I groaned a little at the familiar British accent, turning my head slowly. 'We are not together, and I am not your darling.'
'Of course you are, Sammy. And you know it.' Balthazar chuckled, and handed the shot to me. 'It's the anniversary today, isn't it?'
I nodded minutely, surprisingly comforted by the unusual angel's presence. 'Yeah. It is.'
'So long... Are you lonely, darling? Do you wish you had somebody to keep you warm, like Dean does?'
I glanced away, biting my lip. Sure I was gay, and I knew it, although no-one else did. But Balthazar knew just what to say...
Balthazar leaned a little closer, whispering in my ear. 'I'm out of minutes... Can I borrow some of your time?' I shook my head, chuckling as I bought another Jack.
'Pathetic. Leave the bottle.' I added to the barmaid, sliding a twenty across the bar. She nodded, and I poured Balthazar another drink, reluctantly enjoying his flirtatious company.
'When God made you, he was showing off.'
'You're one angelic disgrace, you know that?' I chuckled, taking a swig straight from the bottle and feeling it's effects instantly.
'I'm new in town, so can you give me directions to your place?' I just laughed at that, debating if I would even be able to find my place right now. 'If I told you you had a great body, would you hold it against me?'
'Baltha-'
'Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?' I laughed a little more, pouring him another drink as he used the cliché I'd been expecting from the moment he sat there. 'Call me.'
The piece of paper had been clenched in my fist as I walked home, a sobering thought having entered my head the second Balthazar left. When I reached home, after daubing at the several small papercuts in my palm, I gazed at the ten digits and the small, lipsticked mouth, shuddering a little as I imagined those lips wrapped around my hard, aching-
That was when I picked up the phone.
My breath tore at my throat, and I practically groaned at the smooth British crooning. 'Well, well. My crappy lines worked after all, Winchester?'
'Are you coming over here or not?' I ground out, palming my hard cock through the constrictions of my priest's trousers.
'Save me some gas and let me ride you, cowboy.'
I turned around, and Balthazar was sprawled on my bed, usually perfect blonde hair flopped casually over his face, a thin sheen of sweat coating his chest and his boxers clearly tented.
'Didn't think sub was your style, Balthazar.' I replied, stepping a little closer, nerves and anticipation grinding together inside my abdomen as my dick twitched for attention.
'Of course, darling. Submissive is my way. For tonight, I am yours.' I raised an eyebrow as he got up and began to run his hands across my shoulders.
'Mine...' I repeated slowly, feeling powerful with my new-found dominance. He nodded, tugging at my shirt, sliding his hands underneath it, icy fingertips brushing my skin with small, hesitant touches. The angel seemed uncharacteristically nervous, and I decided to help him. Shrugging off my jacket and undoing my shirt, I let that fall away too as he lapped at my throat, making me groan a little, fingers sneaking their way under the elastic of his boxers, brushing across his cock before I slid a fingertip into his waiting ass.
He whimpered against my skin, crying out a little as I inserted two fingers, pumping harshly. The sound of his voice made me want to fuck him right there, and I moaned as he dropped my slacks and boxers, falling to his knees before me.
'Blow me.' I commanded, eyes flicking shut for a second. When I opened them, he parted his lips and took me inside his mouth, sucking shallowly. He glanced up at me, and one look into his lust-blown eyes made me grasp his hair, holding his head still as I fucked his mouth. He gagged, but quickly regained his composure, trailing his tongue across the base of my dick as I shuddered, my head brushing the back of his throat. 'Enough.' I commanded. He stopped instantly, lips slacking a little around me.
'On the bed, on your hands and knees.'
He was there is seconds, boxers gone, bare ass pointing in my direction, whimpering a little. I stood on my knees behind him, guiding myself inch by inch into his entrance, listening to his wonton cries and euphoric moans as I fully sheathed myself inside him, hands clenched on his shoulders as his arms gave way beneath our weight and his chest fell to the bed as I fucked him mercilessly.
'I'm gonna come inside you...' I grunted, wrapping a hand around his pulsing cock as I tugged him in time with my thrusts. He cried out, screaming my name as he came, and the combination of his accented voice and clenching walls made me groan, and come violently inside his ass.
Less than five minutes later, Balthazar was dressed and looking as flawless as ever.
'You know, Winchester, you're very skilled. Perhaps we should make this a regular thing, Darling. Only next time...' He took a step closer, leaning down to whisper in my ear, 'We should invite Dean to join the party.'
His lips brushed mine in a single, first, chaste kiss, and then he was gone.