"Just let us know if you see anything else," Dean winked at Melina as he handed her his number.
"Will do Agents," she smiled at the paper. "I thought you were the type of guy that doesn't give his number the morning after."
Dean grinned, Sam rolled his eyes and Castiel cleared his throat. A few weird deaths drew the brothers to working a case in Melrose, Massachusetts that smelled strongly of witches. The hex bags they found scattered around the crime scenes confirmed the witch theory. After a few frustrating days on the job with things getting more complicated, Sam called Castiel for help and Dean blew off steam at the local bar where he met Melina. She was a hot little thing in a low cut dress that was snug in all the right places that Dean had no intention of seeing ever again. And he wouldn't have, had she not been the morgue assistant he was planning on seeing the next day.
As soon as they left though, it took hours for the brothers to settle on a place to eat that would satisfy Dean's craving for grease and Sam's for something green. Having not agreed, the team sat in the dingy motel room, feasting from oil stained bag with Sam researching on his laptop and Dean leafing through John's journal. Castiel, on the other hand, was sitting on the edge of the bed with an unsettling look on his face.
"I have a bad feeling about all of this," the angel states.
"What are you talking about Cas?" Dean manages between a mouthful of burger.
Before Dean or Sam can insist on coming with, Castiel disappears in a ruffle of wings.
"Damn it Ca-" the oldest hunter is cut off by his phone ringing. It's Melina sending a text. "She says she found a small bag in her apartment. I'll go check it out," he makes to put on his leather jacket.
"No, no, no, no," Sam intercepts the jacket. "I don't need you gone all night. I'll go, you keep on researching."
Dean huffs in disapproval but agrees to let Sam go. An hour later he is bored out of his mind and goes to get a soda out of the vending machine in the lobby. On the way back he decides give Sam a call to see why he is taking so damn long. But it ends up going to voicemail twice. Dean was getting a little uneasy, and he was about to call a third time when he heard the sound of wings rustling announcing the arrival of Castiel.
"Good timing Cas, I think Sam is-" he turns around and looked over to Castiel, and his eyes grew wide. The angel was standing in the middle of the room with wings of black and gold extending from his upper back. Dean was at a loss for words and just stared blankly at wings. He had to fight the urge to touch them, they looked so inviting and soft. That is until he saw the blood stained feathers near the base of the wing. At seeing that the hunter jumped into action, examining the wing and gently moving feathers in order to get a better view of the wound. "Jesus Cas, what happened?"
Castiel gasped at Dean's touch. "There is a coven," he winced when Dean accidentally grazed the cut. "And they know how to hurt angels like me. They fed off my Grace, I could only use enough to smite them one at a time but there is still more out there."
Dean reached for a bottle of whiskey to pour on the angel's wing but once he turned around the gash was gone having been healed by Castiel. "Why can I see them Cas?"
"I don't have enough strength to hide them," the angel responded but purred immediately after as Dean had begun absentmindedly running his fingers through the feathers. "But if you keep that up I will have my strength back in no time."
But Dean wasn't listening. He was suddenly mystified by the way Castiel's lips moved when he talked. He thought about what Castiel could do with those lips and that's when Dean's heart started pounding in his chest. His eyes sparkled and captivated the hunter and all he could think about was everything they've done and sacrificed for each other, how much Castiel meant to him. He couldn't understand why, but he had the sudden urge to see the angel naked on top of him, wanted to make him moan, make him scream.
"Dean, your heart rate is accelerating," Castiel noted with his eyes closed, still enjoying the wing caressing. "Are you ok?" Then he moaned at Dean touching his wings. The hunter couldn't take it any more, the moan had pushed him off the edge and he crashed his lips to Castiel's. The kiss took them both by surprise, but Castiel recovered quickly by pushing Dean against the wall of the motel room. Dean felt Castiel's hardness pressing against his inner thigh and wondered how he had gotten so aroused so quickly. Maybe it was a result of wing massages. The human responded by palming the angel through his slacks as he added tongue to the heated kiss. They growled at the same time and before Dean knew it, Castiel had dropped to his knees and was unbuttoning his pants. He gasped as the cold air in the room hit his half erect penis but moaned when Castiel slowly pushed the head past his slightly chapped lips. While working his tongue on the slit, Castiel stroked Dean to full hardness and proceed to take in the whole length. Dean felt himself hit the back of Castiel's throat and saw his cheeks hollow as he sucked.
"Jesus, how much did you learn from the pizza man?" Dean managed to say between sounds of ecstasy. In response, he hummed, sending vibrations up Dean's cock.
Too soon, Castiel stopped and looked up at Dean with lust blown eyes. "I learned that from Busty Asian Beauties."
For a moment, Dean was lost in the small ring of deep blue that surrounded Castiel's pupils. "That's my boy," Dean smiled before he pulled the angel up by his trench coat and pushed him towards the bed. "Now angel mojo us out of these damn clothes."
At a snap of his fingers, their clothes were off and before they knew it, hips were grinding into each other. Both men gasped at the added friction of their hard cocks rubbing against each other. Dean grabbed a handful of feathers in attempt to stabilize himself. His grip was harder than he intended to be, but Castiel growled at the rough touch regardless. He started out slowly stroking along Castiel's shaft with his free hand, eating up the needy moans that came out of his mouth. He wanted to take his time with the angel, wanted to make him come undone by his hand alone, watch him become a writhing, mewling, begging mess. Eventually though, he got carried away and started speeding up his strokes. The hunter wanted, needed to feel as much of the angel as possible and couldn't figure out why they had not done this before.
Apparently caressing and now practically ripping out feathers had granted some of Castiel's angel strength back because as he made to move on top of Dean he somehow he ended up on the floor next to the nightstand.
"You ok Cass?" Dean chuckled.
"Yes I believe. What is this?" He sat on the edge of the bed with a small hex bag. "Oh dear."
Dean snatched the bag out of his hands and opened it, revealing an assortment of small bones, feathers and odd symbols. "God I hate witches," he said and looked back at a naked Castiel. Suddenly both of their eyes went wide as their minds went through everything that they did. "Did we just..."
"Yes, I think so Dean."
"Damn it Cas!" Dean sprung from the bed as if just realizing they were both naked. "Don't look at me! Mojo us some clothes!"
Obediently, Castiel turned his gaze from Dean's naked body, snapped his fingers and they were both clothed again.
"When I came back you were saying something about Sam?" Castiel, still not looking at the hunter, asked as if he was either trying to change the subject or just remembered.
"Damn it, I forgot!" Dean checked the time. It's been two hours since Sam left to talk to Melina. "Sam has got to be in trouble, he's been gone for so long. We need to find him."
Castiel nodded and then disappeared and reappeared a short while later. "I found him, let's go."
He moves to press two fingers to Dean's forehead but his arm is caught for a second. "What just happened never happened, ok?"
Castiel tilted his head in confusion. "But it did happen, Dean."
Exasperated, Dean resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Just promise me we'll never talk about it. Forget it happened."
Cas stayed with his head to one side for a while longer, like a puppy trying to reason why he can't understand his owner. After a short nod in agreement, Cas presses two fingers to Dean's forehead. A blink later, they are standing side by side in a normal looking basement. Well it would have been normal if it weren't for to odd symbols drawn in what seemed like blood on the walls.
"Well that was quick. I was expecting you two to be busy all night," a female's voice sounded and Dean's hunter instincts kicked into gear, pulling out his beloved gun. Out of the shadows of the basement was Melina. "Then again, the angel is a virgin so I wouldn't be be surprised if he finished fast."
"Wait, you're the witch we've been hunting?" Melina smiled and Dean's stomach churned knowing that he banged a witch. "Where's Sam? What did you do with him?"
"I can only answer so many questions at once Dean," she tsked in the most patronizing tone the hunter has ever heard. "Please, sit down," she gestured at a table with a rotting turkey carcass in the middle. When Dean didn't lower his gun she sighed. "Sam is just fine."
"What did you do with him?" Dean still had his gun at the ready.
"What happened to our sexy banter from yesterday?" Dean cocked his gun and she rolled her eyes. "I needed some of Azazel's blood."
"Yellow Eyes?" Melina nodded. "But he's dead."
"Yes, and the only living person who shared blood with him is your brother-"
"You bled Sammy?" Dean was enraged now.
"I only needed a pint," the witch rolled her eyes. "Just like giving blood at the hospital."
"So why didn't you kill me last night? Why not kill us now?"
Melina smiled. "Because you were a really good lay," his stomach began churning again. "I was hoping that after you were distracted by the angel and Sam got back safely, you'd be so mortified at your heterosexuality being questioned, we'd get a second round."
"My het..ero-sexu what being questioned?" Dean stumbled, the churning in his stomach subsiding and being replaced with fire.
"Heterosexuality is the term for being attracted to the opposite gender," Castiel piped in.
"Shut up, I know what that means," Dean hissed.
"The hex bags put you both under a lust spell," Melina's smug smile strengthened the fire in Dean. "But the spell only works if there is something there already."
"Are suggesting Dean and I have feelings beyond the camaraderie we share?" Dean was slightly proud of Castiel for picking up on that.
"Suggesting? I saw it earlier today," she chuckled, "hell I see it now. You both adore each other and even now you can't get the sight of the naked angel out of your head Dean."
"Damn it Melina, where is Sam?" Dean was now trying to change the subject because she was right, he couldn't get that beautiful image out of his mind. He will never be able to forget the way Castiel felt on his lips, how wonderful his bare skin was against his.
"You can't have him back yet," she said very matter-of-factly. "He needs to be present for the spell."
"What spell?" Castiel tilted his head.
"Nothing you should concern yourself with angel," She responded with her patronizing tone again.
In a flash, Castiel had the witch by the neck and against the wall, lifting her so she was eye height with him. "I have no more patience for your simple mind," he growled so that Dean could barely hear. "What spell?"
If Castiel's hand wasn't around her throat, she would have attempted to swallow her fear. "A power spell," she managed to sputter out. "It hasn't been tried since the first witch and would give me enough power to out-live God himself."
"Wrong answer," Castiel snarled, clearly enraged a mud-monkey thought they could live to see his father's death.
Almost too dramatically, he lifted his hand to her forehead in the way he often did to smite demons. But despite the compromising position she was in, Melina let her smug smile show again. "Oh did I touch a nerve? Go ahead, kill me if it makes you feel better for the time being. We both know your daddy is gone and the only person that can fill that void is your precious human."
The features of the angel darkened as he allowed his Grace to fill Melina. Golden light radiated off of the witch and shone through every orphus, riding her body of the evil and twisted soul. The smiting phenomena lasted less than a second, Melina's body falling limp to the floor, not a breath of life left.
"She was the last of her coven," Castiel stated as if he were an omniscient narrator to the Righteous Man's life. "We need not worry about more witches."
For a moment Dean forgot about Sam, forgot that he had sex with a witch, forgot about everything except Castiel. He couldn't wrap his mind around how majestic and level headed the angel was. Even after the events of the night, Castiel kept his mind on the task at hand, diverting from it only when Dean had shoved his tongue down his throat. It was times like this that reminded him that Castiel wasn't human, he was an Angel of the Lord, the one who 'gripped him tight and raised him from perdition'. But what confused the hunter is that Castiel chose to hang around with the two brothers, chose to deal with their human tendencies, chose to rebel from heaven for them when he was brimming with unimaginable power and could easily blow them off the face of the earth. In this moment though he glowed with the post-smiting Grace with his chest puffed out in a way that screamed power and dominance. The sight itself made Dean's cock twitch with interest.
A groan from the shadows pulled Dean from his current line of thought. "Sam," Castiel stated.
"Right...Sam," Dean murmured, upset with himself that he forgot about his little brother. And there he was, almost two feet away from where Melina's corpse lay.
"Dean?" Sam sputtered out, just waking up from being unconscious.
"Sammy," Dean was at his side in a matter of moments. After a quick inspection, Dean deduced that nothing major was wrong with Sam, just a little bump on the back of his head, split lip and- he assumed- a pint of blood missing thanks to Melina. "Let's get you out of here," the older brother hoisted the giant form of Sam up and to his feet.
"Melina..." Sam mumbled, "she's the witch.."
"I know, we took care of it," he was stumbling to carry Sam's weight, but can you blame him? Still, Dean felt his ego deflate the slightest bit.
"Dean?" Sam was slightly able to catch his footing, taking the weight off of his brother. "I heard her say something about a lust charm. Did she put one on you and Cas?"
"Dude, no," the eldest hunter was scrambling for a good excuse. "It was a rage charm she put on me."
Sam nodded, taking the bad alibi, probably because the slight blood loss refused to let him think too in depth about anything at the moment. "Oh, ok."
It was then that Castiel decided to join Dean in aiding the youngest out of the house. He couldn't help it, but Dean's heart lept at the sudden close proximity of the angel. No, this could not be happening, not to him. Dean Winchester never felt any emotions towards women he slept with except desire. But now he could barely catch his breath around the male angel? It must be the lust charm still, he thought to himself because that was the only logical explanation. Castiel was the best friend he had outside his family, so maybe the witch was somehow still using those strong feelings against Dean. Yes that sounded right. The angel then moved to press the trademark two fingers on both the brother's heads.
"No, Cas," this was the second time Dean had stopped him from touching him since they broke the lust spell, "you just zap Sam back to the motel. I'm going to get a drink so just make sure he's ok and let him sleep."
Castiel looked like he wanted to question the eldest brother for a second, but he nodded instead and with a flutter of wings, they were gone. He felt guilty, leaving his brother like that, but Dean knew Sam was in good hands and he needed to forget about this night. He needed to cloud his judgment with alcohol in a nameless bar. He needed to remind himself just how wrong the witch was by fucking some nameless girl until they both couldn't see straight. That's all the medicine he's needed, all he'll ever need because right now he felt sick to his stomach. He felt sick with fear because the moment he kissed Castiel was the happiest moment in his life, and good things never stuck around for long. He was afraid of losing Castiel.