As always I don't own any of the characters from Supernatural. They all belong solely to Kripke. If I did own them, they would, of course, be here with me.
Rating: MA. Swearing, sexual content involving Dean and Castiel below. Don't like, don't read.
EXCERPT from Alternate Shift
As soon as the panic room door slammed shut, signaling Bobby's exit and the fact that he and Cass were very alone, Dean's back hit the wall forcefully at Cass's attack. Cass slammed his mouth over Dean's soft full lips in a kiss meant to devour. Dean couldn't help the sharp, surprised gasp that he emitted which Cass greedily swallowed down in the process of tasting the amazing creature he had pinned to the steel wall. Cass sucked hungrily on Dean's bottom lip then he forced his tongue into his beta's mouth. Cass roughly rubbed his tongue against Dean's while Cass ran a hand up Dean's neck and through the back of Dean's short cropped hair. Cass gave his hair an experimental tug. Dean mewled into the kiss and sagged easily against Cass, submitting as usual to his alpha's dominance.
Dean whimpered with intense need when Cass finally let him breathe. "Cass," he whined with desperate confusion. "What's going on?"
Meanwhile, Cass traced the side of Dean's jaw with his lips then continued on down the side of Dean's neck. He savored the taste of Dean's scented skin and sucked on Dean's neck while Dean writhed beautifully beneath his lips. Dean threw his head back, allowing more access, while overpowering arousal flowed through his body. He knew his pupils were blown wide with debilitating desire. His strong, calloused hands wrapped around Cass neck and his fingers ran through Cass's silky soft hair.
"Cass," he moaned in low breaths. Dean's almost painful need weighed heavily upon him, sending intense sensations throughout his body. His normally relaxed cut old jeans now pressed too tightly against his completely engorged cock. If Cass didn't take him soon, he would take Cass.
Deep down, he knew that he'd felt desire this intense before but never without the aid of a shot, a spell, a bite, or something. As far as he knew, none of that had occurred since he'd escaped the Pit. There had to be something wrong. Right? He questioned aloud with concern, "What's happening?"
"Your scent," Cass whispered heavily against the reddening mark he'd just made on Dean. His warm moist breath caused shudders in the barely sane man that he pinned to the wall. Cass explained in a much deeper, husky voice that short-circuited most of Dean's remaining thoughts, "God, your scent is driving me crazy. It makes me want to . . ."
"Just like in the Pit?" Dean huffed breathlessly as Cass pressed his full body harder against Dean's, keeping him pinned fully against him.
"No. Better, so much better, more, than that," Cass breathed into Dean's sensitive spot behind his ear. Dean mewled unconsciously, his body sending all signals of acceptance and want. "You smell so . . ." Cass paused to inhale deeply again. "God, you smell so good, especially with my scent mixing with yours. I want you, Dean. I have to have you, claim you, make you all mine, all mine."
Overwhelmed by his alpha's words, Dean yanked Cass back and kissed him hard, giving him the only answer that he could. He was so far beyond words at the moment. He wanted, needed to feel their bare skin sliding against each other.
Next thing he knew, he pinned on his back below a very aroused Cass in the middle of their bed. He swore he'd heard the flutter of wings again and just had to know. He pulled back slightly, regretting the separation instantly, and wondered huskily, "Dude, do you have wings?"
Cass frowned slightly at Dean's lack of focus then confusion. He paused a moment and focused on his body, specifically his back. He peered behind him and suddenly a very large pair of black wings appeared on his back. Both of their eyes flew open wide in surprise and awe.
Dean slowly reached a hand out to gently stroke the soft feathers on the inside of the right wing. Cass's eyes rolled back in his head while he moaned in pleasure. He was unable to control the borderline ecstasy Dean created with his soft stroking.
Dean grinned wickedly, knowing the night just got a whole lot more interesting.
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