The way he pressed me against the wall had my heart thundering against my ribcage. And then his fingers were delving into my feathers and I was a moaning mess. The sounds were ripped from my throat and my knees were buckling. Before I knew what he was doing, his mouth was at the base of my wings and my chest was pressed against the stained drywall of the shady motel's room.
"Cas…" his voice, so deep and thick with lust, had me throwing my head back groaning for more.
"D-Dean-ah!" I shuddered, my knees going weak as his fingers massaged the joint's knob on one of my wings. I was so turned around, I couldn't tell which. But then he was laying me gently on the bed. Silently I wondered if he treated all of his lovers with so much care. His stubble raked my neck hotly as his mouth left hickies along my throat and the side of my neck. "P-please!" I shouted, not even sure what I was begging for.
He chuckled deeply in his chest, skilled fingers going down my shirt and deftly releasing my buttons. His hands were back at my wings, and he pulled me up, one hand massaging the base, the other at the small of my back. He pulled me swiftly up to his chest and we were kissing. His tongue and mine fighting to see whose mouth we would use as a battlefield.
When we needed air, he ripped his shirt off, slinging it whichever direction it landed. Soon our naked chests were pressed together. My trench coat and shirt followed soon after. I got impatient, and did away with our pants and shoes. He let out a startled moan when our hardness' pressed and slid against one another. I gasped loudly, shocked by the sensation that went straight up my back, making my wings stretch out leisurely.
My legs were around his waist, his face pressed into my neck. And then, oh, he was inside me. It burned, but that only added to the passion. Many positions followed. On my side, on my hands and knees, even on top, writhing and moaning; a complete mess. We were proudly exhausted by the time we heard Sam and Gabriel arrive in the room over, speaking loudly about vegetables and Gabriel's unhealthy snacking. I smiled against Dean's chest as he ran his fingers through my sweaty feathers. I squirmed, finally finding a nice position after draping one wing over my shoulder and around Dean, the tip brushing the grimy floor. I didn't mind.