Dean stood with his back to the wall. He observed the men if the room with a predator's gaze. Five of them gathered around the table. All dressed in three piece suites. Four of the men always made sure Dean was in their eye site.
He was tall, every length of his body packed with lean muscle. He used every bit of his look to intimidate people. Though his reputation alone did that. He has proven himself as a silent killer, lethal fighter, and efficient strategist. Though his true skill lied in the art of interrogation. He's pulled secrets by just sitting across a table using his words. Then there were the ones that didn't sing their songs until his knives were in his hands. The screams people made when strapped to his table... it always made people think twice about crossing his boss. With one command Dean will be hunting a target no questions asked.
His lethality and loyalty had earned him the name "Michael's Sword". Dean had hated the name at first, but now he used it as a weapon to strike fear into his boss' enemies. It also helped keep his names off the books. Made it harder for anything to be held against him when his actual name wasn't used. Most police departments didn't even know Dean Winchester existed.
"The FBI are getting a little too close for comfort." One o the men at the table stated. Balthazar. Dean couldn't stand the brit. His smart mouth and cocky attitude had made him want to punch the man on more then one occasion.
Michael, the only one with his back to Dean, hums as he reviews the papers on the table. "Thanks to this Sam Winchester." His pale eyes flash to Dean with a slight turn on the head. "Any relation?"
"No, sir." Dean Winchester is an only child. Born and raised in the mob world. It was how he learned his skills and gained his spot as Michael's second.
"Well this rookie is causing too many eyes to look our way. He is putting the heat under the right people." Zachariah snarls. Another associate that got under Dean's skin. He would give anything to be able to shove a blade into that bald head.
"Indeed he is." Michael sits back in his chair, hands coming together as he thinks. "What would it take to have him look the other way?"
"He's not one to be bought or threatened. He has a fiancé, but she has her own ties to the force. Her mother is head of the LAPD and father was a war hero. Threaten her and we will have more eyes looking at us then before." Gadreel points out. Dean couldn't help but actually like the guy. He always seemed to have a cool head.
"We cou-"
The conversation stops as the door opens slightly. A dark head peaks into the room with a look of terror in his startling blue eyes. "I am sorry to interrupt. But, Michael, I need i need to be heading home. O have a meeting in the morning."
Dean glances down at his watch. It was well past midnight and this meeting was no where near finished. Michael sighs. Dean didn't even have to see his boss' face to know the look that over took him. It was the look that always lead to the man's husband hiding new bruises the next day.
"Very well. Dean, why don't you escort Castiel home. Be sure he makes it there safely."
Dean glowers at the dark haired man. "Sir, I am more use to you if I stay."
"Benny is here. You are the only one I trust to keep my husband in line." Those words have Castiel blanching.
Once as punishment Michael had had Castiel watch one of Dean's interrogations. Then he had instructed Dean to strap his husband down to the table next. The blood on the table had still been warm when Dean fastened the bonds onto the man's ankles and wrists. The terror of being on that table with Dean looming over him had caused the blue eyed man to piss himself. That was reward enough for Michael. Castiel hadn't needed that type of punishment again.
"Goodnight, Castiel." Micheal purrs.
"Goodnight, Michael." With that Dean is following the younger man out of the room.
Once the door is closed Dean meets everyone of the eyes of the guards outside. He considered them his friends but he wasn't sure how much trust he should put into them. His thought process want out the window as Castiel brushes his fingers with his own. Looking into those big blue eyes Dean's heart gives a painful tug.
"You know better then to interrupt his meetings." He hisses under his breath as they make their way out of the club.
"I know, but I really do have a meeting in the morning. I would like to get a few hours of sleep." He holds no apology in his tone. Though Dean did catch the hint.
"How many hours do you ned?" A small smile graces pale pink lips at Dean's question.
"I would prefer several, but two will get me through tomorrow."
Dean couldn't help the rush of blood that headed down south. "Are you sure?"
"Oh yes."
Once they reach the impala Castiel gives Dean a quick slap on the ass causing him to chuckle. "Get in, sweetheart. Before I take you right here in the parking lot."
They easily slide into the front seat. "I wonder what Michael would think of the show. I doubt he would like to know how skillful you are at making me scream."
Green eyes flash to blue as a cocky smile takes Dean's face. "I would give anything to show Michael that you are mine." Though even as he says the words he can't help the slight thing of jealousy.
Castiel isn't his. Not truly.
A hand finds his, finger intwining. Its as if Castiel can read his mind. "I am yours. I love you. Not him. If we had met in another life I would have hoped you would have the balls to put a ring on my finger."
Dean can't help the laugh that rips through his chest. "i would have made you worked for it. Just like I am going to make you work for it tonight." Dean's dick hardens more at the sight of Castiel's wicked grin.
The drive seemed to take a life time. I t didn't help that Castiel had taken it upon himself to tease and suck the fingers of Dean's free hand. He wasted no time throwing the car into when they reached the spot right outside Michael's property. It was on a dirt road, hidden if you didn't know what to look for. Trees made a good coverage, yet you could see approaching lights.
As soon as the car was in park Castiel was on him. Dean forgot all about his promise of making the man work for it as he lost himself to his own desperate need. Clothes were discarded and somehow they found themselves in the back seat. They were both panting with need when Dean replaced his lube slick fingers with his cock and slowly started to sink into Castiel.
"Fuck, Cas." He breathed as Castiel panted above him.
"God, Dean. You always fill me so good."
Dean's grip on Castiel's hips tightens as he starts to fuck the man he loves with earnest. Their bodies shine with sweat as they move together in a rhythm they have perfected over the years. Sloppy kisses are shared between moans and cruses. Castiel is the first to climax with Dean following close behind.
Dean runs his fingers through sweaty black locks. Castiel's head pillowed on his chest. "You know I love you too."
That has Castiel raising his head to look at him. Never once has he said those words. It has been years and all he has been able to do is show his feelings with his actions. He had never been able to get the words to form. Even when he tried. But now... its easy. Wonderfully easily to tell the man sprawled out on top of him that he holds his heart.
Dean gently uses a thumb to wipe away the tears making their way down Castiel's face. "Cas..."
"You are an incredible man. I don't know what I did in my life to make myself worthy of your affections. I am thankful for it none the less. Thankful for the time I get to spend with you. I still pray that we will be able to run one day. You and me."
Gently cupping his face Dean sills their lips together. "I wish for that too."
They quickly get dressed and pull out from their hiding spot. Neither of them notice the man hidden behind one of the trees.
A/N: I know the editing is horrible. I am working with what little internet connection I have so I had to get this up as quickly as possible. This isn't a long story but I just had to get it up. I would love to hear y'alls thoughts. YOLO. Until Next Time.