Dean sat in the chair staring at the floor though he could practically see Sam's bitch face and there was no doubt that Cas was pacing. "What on earth were you thinking?" Sam hissed out. "Going to Lucifer?"

"Hey I didn't go to him, he came to me and I didn't even know what was going on until I was somewhere else." Dean defended his head snapping up.

"What were you doing with him?" Castiel asked as if he didn't want to know the answer. Dean bit his lip which drew to how swollen it was and Dean mentally cursed that the Archangel was a biter, he liked it but right now it really wasn't helping him.

"What were you thinking, are you insane?" Sam was bug eyed and completely freaked. To be honest could you blame him, he just found out his brother was sleeping with the same archangel that was suppose to use him as a vessel.

"No, I was thinking I was trapped in hell and needed an escape." Dean growled and Sam stumbled back. Dean stood up suddenly and left, Sam was in shock and tried to wrap his head around everything, Cas being in much the same state.

He didn't have a clue where he'd go but at least going for a drive would calm him down, he hoped. Before he even reached the impala something grabbed his waist and suddenly he was in a high end flat, Lucifer stood in front of him.

Lucifer was taken by surprise when he felt lips crash against his, ruff and needy. He grabbed the hunter's thighs and he wrapped his legs around the archangel, moaning as Lucifer squeezed his ass. Lucifer let them fall onto the soft bed and used his power to shift them onto in properly. They couldn't care about what was happening once they got into it, they tore at each others clothes and tearing could be heard as they ravished each others mouths, kissing, licking and biting. Soon nothing stood between them, oh, how Lucifer wanted to play with the little human beneath him but he could sense the desperation and it was making him gag for it as well.

"Lucifer." The soft perfect moan was to much for the fallen angel. He sheathed himself in Dean as the Hunter let out a noise somewhere between pain and pleasure. He paused for a second before he heard the hunter growl impatiently. He bit at the hunters perfect but already blemished skin as he moved, Dean moaning slightly as he increased speed and body arching. He gripped at the fallen angel, nails digging into the skin and legs wrapped so tight around the angel if he were human there'd be no doubt of bruising. The Winchester felt ice rush threw his veins giving a pure rush on top of the pleasure of Lucifer moving inside of him and leaving harsh bites along his skin, he couldn't help it when the devil's name slipped past his lips. Lucifer growled, a purely predatory sound as he claimed the human's lips again, speeding up and taking Dean's member, pumping it in time with his thrusts. Waves of pleasure washed over him as he sensed the heat coming off Dean's skin. And then it hit, he moaned Dean's name as the human bit his shoulder to stifle a scream of pleasure, drawing blood in the process and then he lapped it up, his tongue talentedly drawing patterns on his skin turning both him self and the angel above him on.

"Shower?" Dean suggested and Lucifer had to grin. He picked the hunter up and he knew normally Dean would complain about being treated like a chick but right now Lucifer was reminded, that like himself, Dean was both a sadist and a masochist. The water in the shower was the perfect temperature as he set Dean down, he so badly wanted to fuck him senseless but Dean would need to be able to walk tomorrow. He moaned as Dean pressed him against the tiled wall and chewed at the skin, sucking along the way, drawing blood all across his chest and shoulders, up his neck and jaw before nipping at his lips. Lucifer wrapped his arms around the hunter, kissing him in earnest. Dean moaned, one arm moving across the devil's shoulders and his free hand tangled in his hair, absently he wondered how the devil had made the vessel but didn't voice it in favour of deepening the kiss. They grinded against each other slowly, the pleasure slowly building, moaning threw the tender kiss as they both ignored the passion in it. Their second orgasm hit and Dean nearly fell to the floor if it wasn't for the strong arms around his waist. They both stood there, the water hitting the sensitive skin from the multiple bites all over them, Lucifer running his fingers gently over the lightly tanned skin while Dean played with the soft, silk hair gently.

"I should get back and deal with my bloody brother." Dean grumbled and Lucifer gave him that perfect smirk he lo-liked so much. Stepping out of the shower he was instantly dry and walked to the bedroom to see the total chaos they'd caused while undressing, not to mention he could feel his companion staring at his ass. His boxers where intact as he put them on but a gaping tear was present down the side of his jeans and the t-shirt was in tatters.

"Oops." Lucifer laughed from the door his own underwear on.

"I think I did worse." Dean said nodding towards the other clothes in the room, the t-shirt was the same but one of the pant legs of the jeans had nearly been torn clean off and the waist band had a nice tear on the opposite side.

"You where the one gagging for it." Lucifer smirked and clicked his fingers and suddenly Dean was in his clothes but all the tears where gone. Dean merely shrugged as the dark haired angel walked forward and lent down, leaving a hickey on Dean's neck making him growl happily before he snapped his fingers.

Dean was sat in the impala suddenly and he mentally cursed the angel again, rubbing his neck as he walked back to the motel room, a slight glow on the horizon as the sun started to come up. He was bloody dreading this know that Sam will have thought of something that Dean will hate because he doesn't want to think about it. As he entered the room Sam's eyes immediately found the bites on his neck and his face was the picture of furry but didn't compare to the anger etched on Castiel's.

"What's wrong?" He wasn't kidding, he knew they where mad about the whole thing but the sudden change when he walked threw the door was for a different reason.

"That." Sam hissed out pointing at the broken flesh on the side off his brothers neck. "What the hell did he do to you?"

"The same thing I did to him." The two were still seething but seemed to calm down, a little.

"Do you realise that you are sleeping with the same person who wants to destroy every human and your human?" And there it was, deep down Dean had already realised but really didn't want to so hadn't.

"I know." Dean mumbled. "I know and I don't know what to do but you've got no right in telling me what I'm doing is wrong, not after what you did while I was in hell." Sam growled running a hand threw his hair as he started pacing.

"Why the hell..."

"Exactly, hell I thought I'd never get out so what was the point in not doing it." Dean growled back and Sam couldn't find a fault with it.

"And why are you still doing it?" Sam asked, that's what really got to him. Dean chewed his lip, making the already sensitive skin bleed but it's not like it would bother him.

"I don't know." Dean sighed, dropping into a chair burring his head in his hands, in all honesty he did know but how the hell could he say that after all the time he'd spent not only sleeping with the archangel but talking to him, he'd... no if he admitted there was no going back. "I just don't know." His brother sighed in defeat as Castiel disappeared with a rustle of wings.