"Hey, Misha?" he says quietly, between kisses, "Maybe we should stop and check on Sam? He's been alone at... Jared's place for a while." He sighed, not really wanting the cuddly afterglow to end just yet.

Misha made an annoyed but agreeing sound, pressing another kiss to Dean's lips.

He turned, eyebrow quirking. "Look at our audience. They knew what a pretty picture you made, Dean," he breathed, licking at Dean's jaw.

Dean's eyes widened. He hadn't really thought about what would happen after. He shivered, realising he'd just gotten fucked raw in front of an audience... admitted he was Misha's slut, begged for release. His cheeks turned pink as he turned to where Misha was looking.

There was a crowd of people standing behind them, eyes wide. Most of the women looked either lazy and dazed or incredibly aroused, eyes dark and shifting feet. The men just looked a mixture of scandalized and turned on beyond belief, shifting awkwardly.

Misha chuckled lowly beside Dean, eying his pink cheeks. "You liked it, didn't you my little whore. Dean Winchester, exhibitionism kink revealed."

"Yes, sir," Dean replied quietly, almost unconsciously trying to inch himself behind Misha as he spoke.

Misha grinned and took pity on Dean, pushing him into the car.

Once Dean was in, he turned and waved blithely at the people. "That's all for today, folks! Come by soon and maybe there will be another special live presentation."

Misha snickered as he slipped into the car, glancing at Dean as he turned the car on. He raised an eyebrow.

"So, Dean, what would your angel think of the hot sex you just had with his look-a-like?"

"Honestly, I have no idea. He'd probably say something about it 'not being of import' or something." he said, chuckling.

One side of Misha's lips curled up. "I don't even know how I'm gonna play him now that this has happened. Kind of changes my whole perspective on you…"

"How so?" he asked. "I'm still a drunk whore that sleeps around," he laughed. "That side of me, that you saw tonight... not a lot of people have ever seen that. Not even Sammy." He said, looking slightly uncomfortable as he mentioned his brother, like he'd said more than he'd meant to.

Misha hummed thoughtfully and looked at him from the corner of his eye.

"You're a lot more than a drunk whore who sleeps around, Dean. Come on, surely I don't need to say that." Misha smirked good-naturedly.

"Hardly," he said, smiling slightly. "I'm a hunter, a big brother, and that's about it. I'm just a person."

Misha shook his head. "Jesus, I can't believe you're seriously that self-deprecating. I gotta give props to Jensen when I next see him."

"I'm not, though, that's what nobody understands. I do my job. Somebody has to." He says.

"Yeah you are. But it's cool. It's not my job to convince you otherwise."

He sighed, rolling his eyes. "Am not." He retorted, always the mature one.

"So mature." He caught the look Dean gave him and clenched his jaw.

Misha turned to look at Dean at a stoplight, eyes serious and sombre.

"Why'd you let me see it then?" His voice was quiet.

He sighed as Misha's tone changed. "I'm not really sure. I guess there's something about you that makes you seem trustworthy. Or, you know," he continued, grinning, "it could be that goddamn irresistible voice of yours."

Misha cocked his head. "You sure it's not because I look like that angel of yours?"

"Wait, have you and this Jensen guy fucked?" he asks, because honestly, he really does not want to think about Misha's question.

Misha stilled at the question, hands gripping hard on the steering wheel.

"No," he admitted, voice soft. He cleared his throat and looked at Dean. "He's married," he said stiffly.

"I'm sorry." He said, lowering his eyes.

"It's…fine," Misha struggled for a moment with the words.

"You didn't answer my question," he said with a slight grin.

Dean raised an eyebrow at his response. "I'm not really sure, to be honest. I mean, it's not like I'm confusing you for him or some shit- you two are so different it kind of scares me that you look so like him. I just- I don't want to look at this really hard and feel like shit about something good happening, for once."

Misha smirked at Dean's answer.

"You think I was good, then?"
Dean chuckled. "Damn, I thought cheapening a moment was my thing," he said, smiling, "But yeah, it was pretty fucking excellent." He stretched out lazily, leaning the seat back a bit.

Misha caught the languid movement and shifted in his seat. "You should probably stop doing that," he teased, voice gone a little lower.

Dean bit his lip. "Oh, you can be a tease, but I can't innocently stretch my legs?" He smiled.

Misha's eyes widened innocently.

"When was I ever a tease?"

"Yeah, you're not a tease at all," he replied, laughing. "Saying all that filthy stuff in that sexy-as-hell voice. Nothing teasing at all." He leaned back further, catching Misha's eye as he licked his lips.

Misha had parked by then and watched as Dean licked his lips, pink tongue wetting that full mouth.

"Hey, I didn't know you got off on being called a whore," he shrugged, voice low, and still staring at Dean's mouth.

Dean shivered, blushing faintly. "You're gonna totally abuse that knowledge, aren't you?" Misha smirked, "It's like you don't know me at all."

He noticed Misha's focus and smiled, leaning forward suddenly to kiss him, licking his way into Misha's mouth quickly before pulling back with a smirk.
"So, this is Jared's place?" He said, opening the car door.

His pupils were dilated, lips softly wet.

"Yeah, this is it," he said, voice hoarse.

"Sweet." he said, already striding up to the massive house. "He said something about Gen not being here or something, gone all night for some charity." He knocked on the front door before opening it to reveal the interior of the mansion.
"Honey, I'm home!" he called, not seeing Sam as he entered.

Misha made a small sound, wrapping his slender fingers around Dean's wrist.

He pushed him up against the wall and kissed him, hands snaking into Dean's hair and mouth hot and insistent on his.

He pulled back, eyes wide and hair dishevelled. "Sorry, couldn't help it. You're a fucking cocktease."

Dean groaned as Misha pressed him against the wall.
"Hey, that was revenge. You fucked me in a parking lot and wouldn't even let me come until you said." He shuddered at the thought, nipping Misha's bottom lip lightly.

Misha slotted their hips together, breathing hotly against Dean's lips.

"You liked it."

He whimpered at the contact, rutting his hips against Misha's.
"Damn straight." He said, not noticing the sound of footsteps approaching.
"Oh my god, Dean, I left you alone for like an hour."
And there's the cockblocking baby brother.