I was lying in bed, on my front with one of my legs bent and spread out; suddenly I felt a hand on the back of my leg, behind my knee but instead of panicking, I thought of Castiel. Maybe it was; after all, he did seem different these days.
In my head, Cas was spooning me from behind, trailing his hand up the back of my thigh, towards the core and, when he reached the top, he moved his fingers across and stroked them up and down.
"Ah," I sighed out loud in my sleep.
The mysterious hand that belonged to draam-Cas changed from stroking to rubbing circles against my clit through the material of my underwear.
"Oh . . .yes . . .oh, Castiel," I moaned and the movement stopped so I assumed my dream was over.
I was wrong.
"Castiel? I wouldn't have thought a naughty girl like you would be fantasising about angels. I'm going to have to do something about that."
The English accent immediately brought me of my dream state and I jumped out the opposite side of the bed, putting as much space between me and Crowley as possible.
"So, Castiel? Really? A bad girl like you ought to be dream of demons, perhaps in sharp suits, maybe even the king of hell." Crowley paused to look me over, wearing just an oversized t-shirt. "Do you realise just how irresistible you look dressed like that?"
"Keep away from me, Crowley."
"I told you, we need to have those fantasies changed, get you dreaming of a real man."
He clicked his fingers and we were in a big, dark, open-spaced room which was cold and I was lying on a gurney, hands and feet cuffed but my legs were bent up so they would be easy to open.
"I've tortured a lot of people in many, many ways but, I must say darlin', sexual torture is a new one for me."
Crowley came up to me and pulled up the middle of my t-shirt and ripping it down the middle, pulling it off over my head. "I can't see your angel doing this. Can you?"
I moved the top of my arms toward my body, trying to cover up what I could of myself but Crowley stopped me, pulling them back with his powers.
"Shall we leave you like that for a little bit, darlin'?" He winked at me and sat down in a chair, eyes roaming over my body.
"You're a fucking pervert! You twisted, dirty bastard!" I shouted at him and my voice echoed around the room.
"That dirty mouth of yours," he smirked. "Soon enough, you're going to be begging me to see to your needs."
"There's no way on earth I'd ever want you to fuck me! You can keep your fucking hands to yourself!"
"We'll see," is all Crowley replied with.