Dean squeezed his eyes together

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters herein. I do this for fun – no money – though the occasional M&M (review) is much appreciated.

A/N: This was written at the request of a friend some time ago. It involves the character of Rowan from Bambers2's Angels and Demons 'Verse. While this is not the direction she has planned for that storyline, she has given permission for this fiction and its posting.

Be warned: there be slash ahead…


Dean squeezed his eyes together. He was sure that the grip he had on the arm rests was cutting off the circulation to his fingers. His breathing was ragged. He tried to concentrate on a Metallica song – any Metallica song – and failed to be able to put lyrics and melody of any of them together. Not good. So not good.

"Dean? Dean!" Rowan's voice finally filtered through to Dean's consciousness.

"What," Dean barely gasped out.

"Seriously, you gotta relax. You're going to give yourself a heart attack," Rowan's voice was quiet. He was trying to be supportive and sympathetic but Dean could still hear the grin in his voice.

"At the very least, squeezing your eyes shut like that is gonna smudge your eyeliner." There was no mistaking the chuckle at the end of that statement.

"Oh, yeah. Sure. Easy as that. Bastard!" Dean spit out.

"Hey it was your decision," Rowan protested.

Dean finally managed to open his eyes and glared at the vampire sitting beside him.

"Like I had a choice?"

"I keep telling you, Dean. There are always choices." Rowan was completely serious.

"You know this is the only way we could get there before Sam and Jax. We have to get to Joshua before them. I'm closer every day and there's no way I'm risking Sam seeing me before my time is up." Dean momentarily forgot to be terrified.

"Look. You were fine the last time we took the jet. There's no reason to think we won't be this time. It's not like a commercial jet that they work until they are asking to have them drop out of the sky. This plane is meticulously maintained."

Dean's glare softened somewhat as he stared at Rowan's earnest face. His dark hair was cascading over his shoulders as he leaned in slightly toward Dean, his green gaze holding Dean's.

"I just can't believe my frickin' luck. I vowed I'd never set foot in this death trap again." Dean closed his eyes again and let his chin fall forward toward his chest. He heard Rowan unbuckle his seatbelt a moment before he felt the warmth of his hand on the back of his neck. Rowan squeezed gently. He'd meant it as a gesture of sympathy and was truly shocked at tension he could feel in Dean's neck. Rowan began kneading the knots in Dean's shoulders and neck.

Dean sighed. Ordinarily he would never allow Rowan such intimate contact, but this was far from ordinary. He was in a fricken' plane! But Dean couldn't deny that Rowan's attention was helping.

Rowan felt Dean start to relax and smiled. He leaned closer to the normally blond hunter. Rowan's free hand came to rest lightly on Dean's thigh. Dean barely twitched. Rowan leaned into Dean, bringing himself close enough to whisper in Dean's ear, his black hair brushing Dean's shoulder.

"You know," he whispered so close to Dean's ear that Rowan's breath made Dean shiver involuntarily, "I know one way to keep your mind off of where you are."

And then Rowan's tongue had darted into Dean's ear. Dean had to admit it was pretty distracting. Even more distracting than that was the feeling of Rowan's hand moving up and down his thigh. Rowan's hand slid up Dean's leg and past his hip to release Dean's seat belt.

As soon as Dean felt the seat belt fall away, he turned in his seat, capturing the vampire's mouth with his own. Rowan responded eagerly, thrusting his tongue deep into Dean's mouth. Dean responded by thrusting his tongue deeply into Rowan's mouth. As their lips pressed and moved against each other, Dean lost himself in the kiss. Rowan had slid one hand up and into the blue Mohawk at the back of Dean's head. The other hand had slipped up under Dean's shirt and was gently rubbing circles on the small of Dean's back.

Dean's one hand stroked lightly back and forth on Rowan's thigh. The other hand lightly traced Rowan's jaw line. Dean's hand slipped further back and his fingers tangled in the vampire's long black hair, pulling the kiss deeper.

Rowan dropped his hand from the back of Dean's head to his thigh. Reaching over, the vampire essentially scooped Dean's thighs up and over his own, so Dean was almost sitting in his lap. Dean broke the kiss to be able to trail kisses down Rowan's jaw and neck. When he got to Rowan's collarbone, Dean nipped playfully, his tongue darting out and teasing the bone. Rowan tasted so good that Dean couldn't help himself and nipped a little harder, drawing just a couple of drops of blood. Rowan moaned low in his throat.

Dean needed more skin. His hands went to the buttons on Rowan's expensive silk shirt. Dean had to admit that he liked the feel of the fabric as it slid against his own skin. As soon as Dean had the buttons he made short work of them, pushing the black shirt off Rowan's shoulders and down his arms. Rowan slipped all the way out of the shirt as Dean's kisses trailed down to his chest and then back up to his shoulder and neck and finally Dean sucked Rowan's earlobe into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.

Even as Rowan enjoyed the feeling of Dean's tongue and teeth exploring his body, he was stroking Dean's thighs, letting his fingers trace up the outside and inside, gradually climbing higher and higher. Dean felt the heat building in his belly and spreading throughout his body. Just as Dean took Rowan's earlobe into his mouth, Rowan's hand cupped Dean's balls and stroked up the outline of his hardening cock. Rowan pressed his palm into Dean's erection, the heel of his palm gently pressing as his hand slid down the length of his erection his fingertips lightly stroking Dean's balls again. Dean bucked against the attention.

Dean moaned low in his throat and once more sought out the vampire's soft and full lips, pressing them against his own, teasing the vampire with flicks of his tongue on Rowan's lips.

Rowan broke the kiss to slide his hands up under Dean's t-shirt and draw it over his head. As the material slid over his head, Dean came face to face with the vampire.

"God damn," Rowan growled, "you are smokin' hot with that eyeliner on." He dropped the shirt on the floor and leaned back in to kiss Dean; this time Rowan sucked and nipped at Dean's bottom lip as they came together.

Rowan's hands stroked over Dean's chest and tight abs, trailing down to tease at the waist band of his jeans. Dean's hands stroked Rowan's bare, muscular back.

Rowan pushed gently on Dean's chest and slid his thighs off of his lap, as he made to stand up. Giving one more thrust of his tongue, he broke the kiss as the two of them came to their feet. Dean's arms were still around the vampire and Rowan's hands slid around to the small of Dean's back. He had no intention of breaking the contact between them. In fact, as he stood, his hands pulled Dean's hips in towards his own.

"Let's get more comfortable, shall we?" Rowan smirked and raised an eyebrow while pressing his own erection against Dean.

"Um, yeah," Dean agreed swallowing a gasp as a twitch of Rowan's hips made him painfully aware of just how much Rowan wanted to get comfortable.

Rowan leaned back in to re-establish the kiss, all the while guiding Dean back to the area in the plane with couches. Dean closed his eyes, lost in the kiss as their lips moved against each other and their tongues danced and explored. He allowed himself to be guided until he felt the backs of his knees hit the couch. Dean sat and then felt Rowan gently press him back onto the couch.

Rowan's hands were once again all over Dean's torso, stroking his sides, abs, and pecs. Rowan knelt over Dean and broke the kiss. He trailed kisses and nips down Dean's neck and across both collar bones, his tongue darting out to trace the bones. As he teased Dean with his mouth, his hands had gone to the waistband of his jeans, undoing the button and sliding the zipper down. Rowan could feel the heat and hardness of Dean's erection. Rowan moved lower, his tongue licking lazy trails down Dean's torso and then drawing circles around his navel. Rowan's hand slipped into the waistband of Dean's jeans, seeking out his erection.

Dean moaned and his hips bucked as Rowan's large and surprisingly soft hand closed around his cock. Rowan could only really get the flat of his palm against Dean in the confines of his pants, so he withdrew his hand to slip both into the waistband at Dean's hips and slide his jeans and boxers off. Dean helped by toeing of his boots and arching up to facilitate the removal.

As Rowan made to come back down to Dean lying on the couch, Dean came up to meet him halfway. Kissing the vampire again hungrily, Dean reached for the waistband of Rowan's pants, quickly releasing the button and zipper and pushing them off of his hips. Rowan broke the kiss to toe off his own shoes and kick his pants all the way off.

Just as Rowan was about to lower himself back onto the waiting hunter, the plane bucked and dipped from turbulence.

Dean gasped and grabbed the couch with both hands. His entire body tensed up. Except for his cock, which was suddenly too distracted to notice the naked vampire straddling him.

"Dean. Dean!" Rowan sought to regain Dean's attention. He reached out with one hand to gently stroke Dean's face, his thumb tracing the high cheekbone, lightly stroking it for a moment before his whole hand moved to cup Dean's face, forcing him to make eye contact.

"Dean. It's just a bit of turbulence," Rowan's voice was soft and reassuring.

"Hmmmm?" Dean responded, his eyes still darting around the cabin.

"I guess I need to be even more distracting then," Rowan smiled, his voice a low growl.

Rowan lowered himself onto Dean, pressing his lips against the hunter's and demanding his attention with deep thrusts of his tongue. He didn't remain in the kiss long though and was soon trailing kisses back down Dean's neck and torso. Dean was still tense, and the vampire interspersed kisses with swipes of his tongue and nips that got harder as the vampire's own arousal grew. His fangs involuntarily appeared and two of the nips drew blood before Rowan got himself back under control.

Dean moaned at the attention and in spite of the roughness of the two bites began to relax again. Rowan's hands stroked his sides gently, ghosting over his trembling flesh and moving down to Dean's thighs as Rowan made his way down Dean's torso.

Dean gasped and bucked as Rowan's tongue suddenly traced a circle around the head of his cock and then flicked across the sensitive slit. Dean's eyes rolled back in his head as Rowan took Dean's cock all the way into his mouth, his skilful tongue creating a distraction that nothing could intrude upon.

Dean barely noticed and certainly didn't object when he felt a finger enter him. He'd done this before with women and knew that it could be pleasurable. Dean was totally lost in the sensations that Rowan was creating: his mouth and tongue were able to bring him to the brink but not over it. Rowan had one hand trailing up Dean's torso to play with his nipple and with the other he had moved on to two and then three fingers. Dean couldn't remember it ever feeling that good.

When Rowan finally released his cock, Dean whimpered in protest. Rowan quickly moved up to capture Dean's mouth in a passionate kiss. Dean took advantage of the vampire's closer proximity to capture his cock in his hand.

Dean couldn't help but grin within the kiss at the hardness of Rowan's cock; it twitched and wept at Dean's touch.

"Dean," Rowan moaned. "God, you make me crazy. I want you so bad."

"Nobody's stopping you," Dean gasped back.

"Are you sure?" Rowan hesitated, knowing this would be a first for Dean.

"I trust you, remember?" Dean breathed back.

As Rowan moved to re-position himself, Dean leaned up and captured the vampire's mouth, biting at his lower lip. Dean moved his kisses down the vampire's neck, nipping increasingly harder as his passion increased. When he got to Rowan's collar bone, Dean's passion flared as his fangs descended and he bit in to Rowan's shoulder.

Rowan gasped as Dean's fangs sank into his flesh but it only heightened his own sensations and he hurriedly moved between Dean's legs. He knew that Dean was ready; he'd carefully stimulated and stretched him and he knew by the teeth in his chest that Dean's passion had him thinking of nothing else.

Dean felt only a vague pinch as Rowan entered him and then his very brain exploded with the white hot sensation of pure pleasure as Rowan's thrusting cock found the sweet spot. Dean moaned and arched up into the sensation as Rowan arched away from him lost in his own ecstasy.

Dean only lasted a few thrusts before his erection exploded and Rowan wasn't long after him, collapsing on top of Dean as he was spent, their glistening bodies pressed against one another.

Rowan pressed light kisses to Dean's lips and stroked his face while Dean traced lazily up and down Rowan's back with the tips of his fingers on one hand.

Rowan stopped the kisses to be able to stare at Dean's face. Dean had let his eyes slide shut, but opened them and raised one eyebrow in question at Rowan when he felt his gaze upon him.

"I can't believe you make me this crazy," Rowan breathed.

"Hey. It's a gift," Dean smirked.

"I think it's the eyeliner," Rowan teased back.

They lay in contented silence enjoying the momentary peace of lying in each other's arms.

"Who would have ever thought that I would ever join the mile high club?" Dean finally broke the silence and they both dissolved in a fit of laughter.


A/N: I have to fly myself this week and I like it about as well as Dean. Take pity on me and leave a review… you never know, it could be the last one I ever get…. YIKES! And, hell yeah, I'll be taking my Metallica with me!!