AN: Here is the second chapter for "I've got you love." This will have sex so if you are anyway offended by male on male, do not read this chapter.
In this chapter, Dean and Cas will also be getting together but there is only Mooseley action near the end.
Anyway, hope you enjoy this!
Crowley had only been gone for an hour, but Sam already missed the soft, warm lips that so easily melded with his own. He licked his lips, wondering if the taste of the demon was still on his mouth. If he thought demon blood had been addicting, this surely surpassed it.
"So, are and Crowley… boyfriends now or what?" Dean asked randomly and the younger flushed at the word choice.
"Boyfriends seems a little elementary." His brother rose an eyebrow and shrugged.
"Whatever. I was just curious." Sam held back a smirk and glanced to the direction Castiel had wondered off to.
"What about you and Cas?" It never failed to amuse him how worked up Dean became over the simple subject.
"Sammy, I swear-"
"Dean, I'm serious. How long are you going to wait?" Dean stopped and slumped, his eyes becoming distant.
"Look, this isn't easy for me, alright? I've only felt like this a few times in my life, and it's never been this intense." He was proud of his brother for finally admitting that out loud, but it still didn't help the fact that the two were tiptoeing around each other.
"I know it's not easy, Dean. Hell, if it hadn't been for the fact I heard what Crowley said, I probably wouldn't have told him how I felt. Trust me, I know how it feels." Dean seemed to relax a little bit at his younger brother's words, but there was still something troubling him.
"That's the thing, Sammy. You knew how he felt in the end. I have no idea how Cas feels." Dean glares when he hears his brother snort, crossing his arms like a petulant child. "What's so funny?" He huffs, still glaring.
"It's ironic, I suppose. We were both oblivious. Crowley obviously liked me, and the same goes for Cas with you."
"Damn it, Sam! You can't know that for sure."
"Do you really want to bet?" The younger challenged, shaking his head. "Dude, Cas loves you." Dean's face turned a brilliant shade of pink at the words and he shook his head quickly.
"Don't say things that aren't true." Sam ran a hand down his face, trying hard to not groan in exasperation. He didn't say it, but he was close to losing his shit and locking the two in Dean's room. Of course, Castiel could teleport out, but it would be worth the try. "Cas just sees me as family."
"Dean, Cas sees me as family. You mean so much more to him." Again, the blush on Dean's face darkened even further. "He always talks about that incredible bond you share, and how strong it is. Fuck, he even compared it to the one I share with Crowley." That seemed to catch Dean by surprise, and he blinked a few times.
"…When did he say that?" His brother asked, and Sam was internally sighing with relief. Maybe he finally got him.
"A few hours ago, right before he urged me to tell Crowley how I felt." Sam smiled at how Dean bit his lips, the gears obviously turning in his head. Suddenly, an idea popped into his mind. As his brother was obviously thinking, Sam got his phone from under the table and sent a text to Cas.
Sam: Hey, come back to the table, Dean needs to talk to you.
A few seconds later, there was a vibration.
Cas: I still don't understand texting. But why didn't he just come to me?
Sam grinned evilly and quickly sent back a reply.
Sam: He's researching something for a new hunt.
There was a second of silence before his phone went off again.
Cas: Okay, I'll be right there.
While it may have been a completely juvenile and simple way to get the two together, Sam found he really didn't care. Now, time to get Dean back to talking about Cas.
"Dean, you alright there?" Sam asked, snapping his brother out of his deep thoughts.
"I don't know, Sammy. I'm just…thinking. Fuck, I don't even know what to think."
"You could think about telling him how you feel." Sam supplied, biting the inside of his lips to keep from smiling as he saw an approaching figure in the doorway behind Dean.
"Easy for you to say, Sammy. You heard Crowley tell you how he felt, how am I supposed to know how Cas feel's when he hasn't said anything?" Dean snapped, rubbing at face and unaware of the angel behind him. "I can't just go up to him and say 'Hey, Cas. You're my best friend, but I've been in love with you for over four years. I hope this doesn't ruin our friendship.'" Dean stopped and shook his head. "Sam, I couldn't deal with it if he rejected me."
"Who said I would reject you?" Castiel asked, his face even more red than Dean's. The human completely froze, his eyes the size of saucers.
"Ca-Cas?!" Dean quickly jumped from the chair and turned around, coming face to face with the angel. "Wha-what uhhh how...how much of that did you hear?" Dean stuttered, fumbling over his words.
"Enough." The angel whispered, coming closer and right into Dean's personal space. "Dean..." Cas glanced to the hunter's lips, causing the other to promptly lick them. "Can I kiss you?"
"Yes, oh god yes." And Cas did, he kissed Dean passionately, wrapping his arms around the man's shoulders and pulling him closer. Dean didn't hesitate to grab the angel's sides and hold him there, his eyes slipping shut.
When they eventually pulled away, Sam was nowhere in sight.
"Dean, was that what you wanted to tell me?" Castiel asked, lips swollen from the kissing session.
"Huh?" Dean asked, frowning in confusion.
"Sam sent me a text, telling me to come in here because you needed to tell me something." The human was still confused, until it all started to click together.
"That cunning little shit." Dean mumbled, although he wasn't angry at all. "He did that, so you would hear how I felt about you."
"Oh. So, he…pranked me?" It didn't really feel like a prank though.
"A good type of prank." Dean smiled, pulling the angel in for another kiss.
"Dean?" Cas breathed as they parted for air, his eyes still shut.
"Yeah, baby?" The angel smiles at the pet name and pulling Dean closer.
"I love you too." Dean stops breathing for a second and kisses him all over again, holding his angel in his arms.
"God, Cas. I've wanted to tell you that for a long time." There were tears in the human's eyes, but he blinks them away and smiles. "Come on, baby. There's something else I've wanted to do with you for a long time as well." He purrs into the shorter man's ear, smirking as he shudders and eagerly nods. With that, Dean leads Cas into his room, holding his hand.
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As Sam sat on his bed, he felt a warm puff of breath against his ear, causing him to shudder and bite his lips. As lips trailed down the side of his neck, Sam groaned softly. "Crowley?" It wasn't a question, more of a quiet sight of pleasure. He let out a gasp as arms wrapped around him from behind, pulling him against a sturdy chest. A shudder ran up his spine as a warm chest was pressed against his back, keeping him tightly secured.
"Do you have any idea how worried I was today?" Crowley whispered into his ear and Sam couldn't stop as another shudder ran though him, his teeth still digging into his bottom lip. Crowley kissed his neck softly, resting his chin on the hunter's shoulder as his fingers start to slowly unbutton the flannel shirt.
Sam's breath hitches at the sight, watching with half lidded eyes as his buttons are slowly being undone by the demon behind him. This shouldn't be so arousing, but the younger Winchester is already hard as a rock.
"A large part of me wants to ban you from hunting." Crowley growls into his ear in that deep accent of his, the words like rich chocolate in Sam's ears. "You could have died before I got there." The demon growls again, somehow pulling Sam closer against his chest as he gives a shaky sigh. "I can't lose you, Sam." Crowley says into his ear, kissing down his neck. The hunter doesn't know how to respond to the protective tone, but he really loves it more than he should. As the warm hands undo the last button, they happily explore the available chest and take their sweet time.
"Crow-" Sam sucks in a breath, groaning as the fingers start to pinch and rub at his nipples. He squirms in pleasure, trying so hard not to moan.
"Who knew you'd be so sensitive, darling?" The king of hell breathes in wonder, like he just discovered a treasure. "I've wanted to touch you for such a long time." Crowley admits, groaning softly as Sam breathes his name in pleasure. The hunter is struggling to hold back all his moans, his body shivering with each word Crowley purrs into his ear. God, the demons touches, and sensual voice were enough to get him off, and it was embarrassing.
"Fuck." Sam breathes, eyes clinching shut at the soft chuckle against his neck.
"Feel good, Moose?" The demon smirks, slowly rubbing at the bulge in his lover's sweatpants. "Gods, you're so hard for me." The hunter chokes on a moan at the words and feeling. When he opens his eyes, his breath stops for a second.
Crowley is pulling his sweatpants down, and freeing him from his boxers with ease. He swallows at the sight of Crowley's hand wrapped around his erection, stroking it with slow flicks of his wrist.
"Shit, Crowley." Sam moans out, gripping the bedsheets in an effort to hold onto anything. "Oh god." He hears a sigh of pleasure come from the demon's lips, letting him know his lover watching his actions as well.
"Hard to believe you're like this because of me." Crowley sighs again, kissing a trail of wet kisses down Sam's neck as he starts to increase his pace gradually. Sam shifts against the hand, licking his lips when he feels something poking him from behind. He swallows and shifts again, enjoying the moan that the demon releases. He gasps, eyes closing as the hand keeps pumping faster.
"Fuck! Crowley..." Sam pants, not knowing how the king of hell was so good at giving a mere handjob. "You're too good." The hunter groans, gasping when the demon's mouth starts to leave dark marks all over his neck. With each quick pump, Sam's gut was coiling with red hot pleasure that made his toes curl.
He's never experienced a handjob that was this good, and fuck, it feels like he's in high school or college again, everything so sensitive. His breathing speeds up as he lightly bucked into the hand, groaning quietly. He shuts his eyes, knowing if he keeps looking at Crowley's hand wrapped around him, he won't last another minute. Damn, how was it that if felt this fucking good?
"I can tell you're getting close." Crowley purrs into the flushed ear softly, lips mouthing at the lobe. "That's it, Sam. Cum for me." And fuck, Sam releases hard into the hand stroking him, moaning Crowley's name with a sharp cry. He pants softly, groaning as the demon purrs in pleasure, nipping at the mark on his neck.
It takes him a moment to regain his breath, but when he does, Sam turns to kiss Crowley passionately, enjoying the sound of pleasure from the demon. He presses closer, feeling his lover's erection poking him though the slacks.
Crowley made him feel good, so he gets on his knees, and it's so worth it to see the demon's face flush like that. His lover runs a hand through his hair, already enjoying himself.
"Sam, are you-"
"Positive. I want to suck you." The hand in his hair tightens at the words, and just nods, biting his lips like Sam had done earlier.
When he was finally free, he gave a low groan when warm lips wrapped around him, sucking slowly. He catches Sam's gaze for a split second before looking away.
"Bloody hell." Crowley groans, eyes shutting as he plays with the long hair. He can't look at Sam, or he won't last long at all. Not that he would at this rate.
Sam was far too experienced, and damn it, he should not be able to deepthroat him that easily.
"Fucking hell, Sam." Crowley gasps, giving a small tug to the hair and earning a small groan. "You've had experience." Not that he minds, but the thought of Sam on his knees for anyone else-
That thought is quickly forgotten when Sam starts bobbing his head, and Crowley actually gives the smallest whimper.
"I'm not gonna last much longer, love." Crowley warns, his accent thickening. Sam just takes it as cue to suck harder, and damn it, Crowley was gripping the hair even harder as he came.
"For fucks sake, darling." The demon breathes softly, regaining his breath. He pulls the other to him, kissing him hard as he pushes him against the mattress, straddling him. When they pull away, Sam shivers at the position, knowing he was in for a long night.
Hope you all liked it! Sorry for little Destiel, I'm still new at writing for that ship. Also, if you're a fan of Harry Potter and the Mooseley I write, please check out "This Means War." It's going to be my first real multi chapter fanfic, and I really think it might have potential, If I could remember to keep writing the next chapters lol
The summary is: Gabriel and Crowley (who are in slytherin) like Sam (who is in Ravenclaw) and they are trying each win him over. There is going to be Destiel in the background, but I really like how it's turned out so far.