Every Breath We Drew Was Hallelujah

Summary: Dean's car breaks down while he's on a drive, alone. But he soon enough finds himself some company. Dean/Castiel, NC17. Warning: public/outdoor sex. Part 2 is Dean's revenge. XD

Chapter 2

a/n: this chapter was requested by darkgirl3, so this is dedicated to her. Thanks for the idea.

The drive back to the motel was a long one, in Dean's opinion. They sat in silence mostly, still a little flushed from their escapades in the woods. Dean chanced a look over at Castiel a few times, but the angel kept his gaze out the window, not noticing Dean was watching him.

Soon, enough the motel was in sight and Dean smirked. He was going to get his revenge. He parked the Impala in his space and they got out. Castiel looked at Dean for the first time since they left the woods. Dean saw the small smile on his lips and he walked round the car. He put his arms around Castiel's waist and kissed him deeply. Castiel melted into the kiss, but they were interrupted by Sam, who came out of his own room.

"Jesus, Dean. Get in the room, dude," the younger Winchester said. "I'm going to get some dinner." Sam smirked and he walked away to the diner. Dean smiled at Castiel, and took his hand, pulling him into motel room. He closed the door and pushed Castiel up against it, who moaned as Dean pressed his hips against Cas' own before kissing him. Dean groaned in the back of his throat as Castiel's hands travelled under his t-shirt. Dean pulled him away from the door and stripped him out of his coat and suit jacket.

"I need you," Dean said, before pushing Castiel down on the bed, forcefully. He straddled Castiel's lap, before stripped out of his t-shirt, and throwing it to the floor. He leaned down and pulled off Castiel's tie and took off his shirt, throwing them to the floor. He kissed Castiel's chest, suckling at each nipple, feeling the angel writhe beneath him. He took Castiel's hands in his own and raised them above his head, before reaching under the bed and swinging a pair of handcuffs out of a bag, attaching them to Castiel's wrists and around the bars on the headboard.

"What are you doing?" Castiel asked, confused, pulling on the cuffs. Dean ran a hand down his chest, before grabbing the bulge in his trousers.

"I'm getting revenge ... for you making me worry about my car. You're going to get punished," Dean smirked, before settling himself above Castiel, and began to rub the bulge in his own jeans against Castiel's crotch. The angel's eyes almost rolled back in his head from the pleasure.

"Oh, God ... Dean ..." he moaned, almost internally cursing himself for using the Lord's name in vain. He moaned and panted, as Dean moved quicker, the friction beautiful, but the material rubbing against each of them was unbelievably restricting.

"Dean, I need you, please. I need to ..." but he never finished his sentence as Dean stopped abruptly. Castiel growled as Dean moved back, allowing Castiel to come down from his high. "Don't stop ..." the angel complained. But Dean left him until his breathing came back down to normal before he lay between the angel's legs. He unbuttoned Castiel's trousers and pulled them off in one swift motion, along with his boxers. Castiel was painfully hard, his cock twitching as Dean blew across it, and Castiel writhed around as Dean teased him.

"Dean, please ..." Castiel begged, before almost screaming with pleasure as Dean took him, balls deep, into his mouth, before dragging his mouth back up to the tip, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked on the end. He let go for a moment, and sucked on his fingers, making sure they were wet enough before pressing one against Castiel's entrance, and taking his leaking cock back into his mouth, the bitter taste of precome on his tongue arousing. He added another finger soon after and began scissoring his fingers inside the angel, who was now a complete, writhing mess, pulling against the handcuffs, which was almost making his wrists bleed. Dean continued to lap at Castiel's cock with his talented tongue, which made Castiel dangerously close to coming. With a few more flicks of his tongue against the tip of Castiel's cock, Dean then let go of him, but at the completely wrong time, Castiel bucked his hips up and he came, hard, all over Dean's chest and chin. He continued to writhe throughout his orgasm before settling down to a limp mess, his cock softening as he came down from his orgasmic high. Dean picked up his t-shirt from the floor and wiped the come from his chest and face before leaning down to let Castiel out of the handcuffs.

This proved to be a brilliant idea, because the moment Castiel was let go, he had Dean on his back, his jeans open and his own mouth around the hunter's cock. Dean gasped as Castiel's strangely talented tongue made short work of him before he was coming hard and fast down the angel's throat. The angel swallowed it down, before collapsing on Dean's chest, both tired and worn out from the day's escapades.

"I love you, Dean ..." Castiel whispered, placing feathery soft kisses on the hunter's stomach. Dean looked down at Castiel and studied him for a moment, before running his fingers through his hair.

"I know. And I you ..." he said, pulling Castiel up to kiss him on the lips. "Looks like I got my revenge." He grinned into the kiss before pulling back. Castiel grinned back. Dean's smile was contagious.

"You will be my fall, Dean Winchester. And I wouldn't have it any other way."


This chapter was a little short, but I have a had a little case of writers block, but it has partially come back and I am trying my best. Thank you for the idea, darkgirl3. My pleasure to write it. xx