"Dean's not gonna like this when he finds out."
Castiel appreciated how much Sam seemed to care on his relationship status. The large man had acted as a sort of "third wheel", often keeping an eye out for Dean and letting the two stay together.
But right now Castiel was preoccupied with Meg, kissing her gently on the couch and pretty much ignoring everything Sam had to say.
"I'm just saying, guys."
"And we hear you, Sam," Meg muttered, trying to pry Castielfrom her face for about a second. "Besides, it's fun playing with Dean."
Sam opened his mouth to argue but he found it safer to just shut up. Meg and Cas seemed to have had the whole thing under wraps, Dean had almost walked in on them a week ago but Meg managed to de-rail him on what was really going on between them.
So with a sigh he left them alone, still watching them as he turned towards the kitchen.
"I really would mind if Dean knew, however," Castiel murmured against her lips. "He can, in fact, kill me now."
"What does that matter?" she asked, tearing away from him. "Dean can go screw himself."
'I understand your resentment-"
"Clarence, he left me to die."
Castiel nodded. "I know."
"Either way," she mused when she pressed against him again, her hands running down his chest. "I like this game."
—
It was easier now that Castiel didn't wear that suit all the damn time. She was able to easily rip apart that small grey T-shirt and slip off his black sweatpants, And when she had him pinned down it was like she was emerging as a queen.
Castiel was receptive and moved with her, his human body barely able to keep up with her as the demon rammed into him hard with the plastic strap-on she favored.
Anything to put an ache in the ex-angel's legs was good enough for her.
Castiel would muffle a cry as she jammed into him, watching him dig his nails into his own palms as she scratched down his back.
He had strange scars back there, even stranger than the one that looked like an angel sigil on his front.
No, these were burn marks from his wings, she realized.
Running her hand on them she found the texture of the skin somewhat arousing, and forcing Cas back down she dug into him again, listening to him moan.
Castiel was her puppet and she was surly sticking her plastic hand into him to to control him.
When he cried out their chosen safe word (an obnoxious enochian word she didn't bother to learn), she pulled from him and watched as he collapsed, rolling from his front to his back.
"So soon, Clarence?"
"Human.." he breathed, watching her remove her beloved toy to crawl over his chest.
"You kept your scars."
"They're reminders. I like them."
"Where the fuck did you get the sigil?"
"Van Nuys. I carved it to banish angels away from Adam Milligan in a failed attempt to save him."
"Adam…Castiel that was four years ago."
"I kept it since then."
"Well, isn't that special."
"I'd assume so."
She smirked at him, kissing her human's lips and watching him squirm over to let her snuggle in beside him.
"Still think we should tell Dean?" she asked when the paused for breath.
"One secret wouldn't hurt him," he replied, grabbing her face. "He was the one who said find something to hold on to."
"Touche'."
