You Shook Me

You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC

He was a fast Machine, she kept his motor clean

He was best damn man I had ever seen

He had the sightless eyes, telling me no lies

Knocking me out with those American thighs

Taking more than his share

Had me fighting for air

He told me to come but I was already there

By the way the sunlight bothered him when the door to his hotel room opened, Dean could tell that it was somewhere between one and two in the afternoon.

One of the few perks of being a demon is that the hangovers didn't last as long as they did back when he was human. But even then, a headache pill would've been nice. It really would've.

He rubbed his head and looked sideways. He didn't expect for his one-nighter to stay around, it was expected for them to leave. He turned to the clock to check the time, it was eleven-thirty, much earlier than Dean had assumed.

It was no surprise for Dean to not remember much about the night before, but the more thought he gave it, the clearer the images became. For example, he'd slept with a man. He remembered flirting with him at the nightclub he'd gone to out of pure boredom, not expecting to get lucky that night, complimenting his eyes, his gorgeous, bright blue eyes.

The memories got better when he began recalling the sex. Damn, it was good. There was everything from hair pulling to the bittersweet sensation of the back scratches the man had left on him. He remembered the moaning, oh, the loud moaning that told Dean that he'd done an excellent job at pleasing his submissive.

Dean, please, I'm…so close…yes, ngh, like that… Mmmm, he enjoyed having him beg like that, have his teeth bite down his lip to hold back a loud moan that'd wake up the people from the room next to theirs. He didn't know he could be so dirty. Dean, I'm…oh, yes…yes! The blissful feeling of having his hands search for a spot on the bed that he could grip on tightly to as he climaxed.

There were also wings. Long, beautiful, white wings that seemed to be the weak spot of the man he'd slept with. He could tell because when Dean held on to them, the man's moans of pleasure only became louder the more he dug his fingers into his fluffy feathers. Could Dean have possibly…?

Dean ran his fingers through his dark blonde locks, "Holy shit, I slept with an angel." He fisted his hair, "Fuck, I slept with an angel!" He'd screwed up. He'd done the prohibited, the rare, Dean, a demon, had fucked an angel.

He sat up and threw the covers to the side. He reached for his black shirt and faded jeans to get dressed and get out of there as soon as he could.

That's when he noticed the tanned trench coat on top of the mini fridge. That definitively wasn't his. The man could come back at any moment if he didn't hurry.

He picked up his jacket and checked the pockets for his car keys. It was empty. Did he lose them? Were they dropped somewhere? Dean walked to the curtains and peeked through the window. His Impala was gone.

Could it be that…that the man took it?

The fucking mystery man took his car!

But who would've known, the guy didn't seem that the other night when Dean was trying to seduce him to get what he wanted. Sure, the way he moved those hips on the dance floor, perfectly matching the rhythm of Usher's song, driving Dean insane, didn't make the angel seem as innocent as he appeared—neither did the sex of that same night but, you know, details— but he never thought of him as a thief.

Suddenly, he felt his phone vibrate in his jeans. It was a text from his boss, Crowley, which he had received the day before but never opened. Name of your mission: Castiel Novak. Age: 28. ANGEL.

Fuck, could this man be? Could he be Castiel?

Before he could reply to the message, he heard the door unlock, making Dean drop his jacket out of surprise. He didn't think he'd be back.

The door opened and a very handsome young man with dark brown hair the same blue eyes that Dean remembered well, walked in holding a small paper bag and two cups of hot coffee. "Hey, you're up." The man grinned, revealing his perfect white teeth. He wore black jeans and a dark gray Led Zeppelin shirt that really hid the lean but muscular figure that Dean had admired during sex.

Dean forced a smile, "Yeah."

"Coffee?" He offered him a cup.

"No, no thank you." He pointed at the bag, "Although, I could use some of whatever it is you have there."

"Oh, this?" He opened the bag and pulled out a wrapped up muffin and a plastic container that caught Dean's eyes immediately, "I have a chocolate chip muffin for me and…well, I didn't know what you'd like so I got you pumpkin pie." He stepped forward to give the slice of pie he had been eyeing since he took it out, "Also, I apologize for taking your car." The man grabbed the keys from his jean's pocket and gave them to Dean.

"It's fine. All is forgiven since you got me pie. Not many people can guess I like pie."

"It was lucky." Castiel mumbled.

"Yeah, so, uh…what was your name again? I was pretty drunk last night so I'm sorry if I don't…"

"My name's Castiel."

Shit, shit, shit!

"Ah," That was all Dean managed to say. That was all he could say.

He couldn't believe he slept with his mission. How could he not have guessed? It was logical. Working for demons to kills anything or anyone that got in their way, this including the angels especially.

"Were you planning on leaving?" Castiel asked, snapping Dean out of his thoughts.

"I have to."

Castiel chuckled, "You don't exactly have to, you just want to."

Dean nodded and agreed to what Castiel had said, making the man's smile fade away quickly, "I'm sorry."

"It's alright, I suppose, I just thought maybe we could set our obvious differences aside," Oh, Castiel was one of those people that enjoyed talking about feeling and was into that 'getting to know each other' crap, "And just kind of get to know each other a little." There it was.

"I'm not the chick flick type, man."

"But you are into kinky." Castiel mumbled again, this time Dean did hear him.

If by kinky, Castiel meant bondage, then yes, Dean was really into that type of stuff.

But Castiel didn't seem to mind when Dean used his belt to tie Castiel's hands together and his blue tie to cover his eyes (he took both of them off later into their session) last night. In fact he seemed to enjoy it more than Dean.

"You liked it though." Dean said.

Castiel blushed. He knew it was inappropriate for an angel to be into that type of stuff but how could he have said no to a hot demon like Dean. "I can't say I didn't. I'd be lying."

"Well, I'm glad I successfully fulfilled your pleasures, but I have to get going."

"Dean," It was the first time Castiel had said Dean's name since the other night and Dean had to admit that he liked how it sounded when he'd said it when he wasn't pleading or moaning. For a thick moment, Castiel considered in asking him to lunch, into taking him out somewhere and get to know the humanity the remained in him. He knew Dean wasn't a human possessed by a demon; he was a demon that'd kept his body. "You know what, never mind." Dean was the typical guy he'd crossed paths frequently since he'd come down to Earth. He was no different than the other men that raised his hopes only to drop them after they got what they wanted.

Dean saw what Castiel wanted. If he accepted, maybe his mission could be much simpler, take him out during the first chance he got, it's not like Castiel was any more difficult than any angel Dean had encountered before, and he'd probably be easier.

"Are you leaving, then?" Castiel asked.

"Yes."

"It was nice meeting you, Dean…and I had a great time." Castiel stretched his hand to shake it. Yeah, he really did have a great time with Dean. He'd never had sex like that before and if he were given the opportunity to have it again, he'd take it. He wouldn't mind feeling Dean's hands all over him again, hearing his dirty talk.

Dean, took Castiel's hand, he ignored the electric feeling that passed through him when he touched the other man's fingers, and shook his hand. If only Castiel knew what was coming to him.

But Castiel did know.