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"Duck! Cas!" Dean yelled across to the other hoping he would listen. He didn't. The iron bar gripped tight held by one of his close friends, though Dean never knew their name, was now slamming into Cas' skull having him fall onto the concrete floor. Blood pulsed in Castiel's head, he had to get up or they both will get killed. Before he could even get up the stranger he once knew cutting into his head again leaving Cas to black out. Dean yelled throwing himself onto Cas not knowing what to do. Wet tears exploded from his eyes, feeling warm. No, hot. Something covering him, struggling- he shook awake. Always this was his worst fear yet, Dean Winchester had yet another episode of what he enjoys calling it his "Supernatural" episodes.
He wiped the tears mixed with hot sweat off his face using his plaid blanket. "Didn't even know you can cry." His maid walked into his room, covered in filth that he could do within a few hours. "Sorry, this one was bad ain't it?" The slim brunette haired maid pushed in her cart of cleaning and baskets for washing the sheets. "I didn't expect you to come so earl-" Dean looked over at his clock, 3 in the afternoon. Way past when he was suppose to check out of the motel. He been staying there for a couple days, finding somewhere new. Anywhere but home.
The gorgeous maid looked at Dean seconds maybe minutes before she wanted to turn around. "I can, I can uh, I can come back later." She stuttered noticing Dean's exposed chest slipping out from the covers. He looked back at her "No, no why don't you, come." He walked closer to the maid, feet away she jumped on him. Her lips were cold and soft, but her tongue down his throat and the bulge in his pants was hot and hard. He didn't care what was happening, he hadn't had action like this in a week. Her hands slipped urgently up and down his chest, feeling him through the impossible gap they had between them. She paused breathing hard falling onto the bed on top of him. "Cas, my name is Cas. Short for Cassie."
She smudged her face back onto his, Dean grew the tent in his boxers and slipped off the maids dress, honestly it was eye candy for any man. He grew the thought of Castiel, but he ignored it and the naked maid began sucking on his neck, slipping off Dean's boxers and her breasts rubbed against Dean's chest making him hot. He held her close but she slipped down, smirking at him as he was fully slid down back facing up, feet kicking the blankets off the edge of the queen sized bed.
She grabbed the shaft, licking the tip playfully and taking it whole into her mouth. Dean threw his head back smiling, eyes rolling back into his head. She bobbed her head, adjusting to the full intake inside her mouth. Dean moaned roughly, feeling explosions within his body and her tongue sliding against it using great teeth gently made so much of a difference.
Dean moaned trying to remember her name, but thoughts smashed into his head. Castiel's face popped into his mind. His chest on him, sliding and grinding their cocks against each other made Dean moan "ohh Cas. Yes." The maid smirked at him and continued faster, not knowing what was really in Dean's mind. Dean imagined Cas slipping Dean's dick into his mouth, sucking hard on it scratching up Dean's chest. Dean dug his nails into the sheets, pleading more. He was close, but but he needed..."Cas! Ah!" He came, his body began to relax and the whore maid swallowed all of it happily. Dean whispered his slow, husky whisper "Castiel."
He opened his eyes realizing the maid had heard him. She stared, confused and a tad frustrated. "I- uh." Before he could say more she had grabbed her dress slipping it back on, putting on her shoes. "Yeah, okay whatever. Just get up and go, I will be back in 20 minutes." She grabbed her cart and basket slamming the door behind her.
Dean sat up, not knowing what just happened. Did I really think of Cas doing that to me? More importantly, I loved it. But Cas, Castiel was never real, like an angel or anything could exist like Dean needed to think of him from these constant dreams. Dean got up, walking into the open door bathroom to piss. He walked into the shower, turning on hot water and washing himself from everything that happened. The dreams since he left home, he left for adventure and now...it's like he never wanted to wake up until that last dream. They were always so happy, driving in his baby with Cas, he never looked at him one-way no. Dean shut his eyes as the shampoo ran over his face. Flashes of Cas' cute smile, the way he looked at Dean. Made Dean so- he opened his eyes. Cas is not real, he thought. If only he could find someone like him. Even if Dean isn't into guys. Just Cas.