Disclaimer: As much as I loathe admitting it, I own nothing. Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and people much better than I, and I don't even own the song. The following is completely fictional. No profit is being made.
Summary: Songfic. Dean is waylaid by an unexpected late night visitor. Rated M. Warnings for M/M - don't like, don't read. Simple as.
Author's Notes: The song featured is 'For Your Entertainment' by American Idol 8 runner up, Adam Lambert - be sure to check him out, he rocks! All mistakes are my own. Reviews are muchly appreciated. Enjoy!
For Your Entertainment
Oh!
I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet
You thought an angel swept you off your feet
Well I'm about to turn up the heat
I'm here For Your Entertainment
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'C-Cas? What the-'
Castiel considered Dean carefully for a moment, taking in the wide-eyed, disbelieving stare of his charge as the young man tried desperately to back away, his progress hindered by his still-bound arms. Blinking slowly as if waking from a dream, the angel made his decision.
Grabbing the hunter around the throat and pinning him once again to the bed, fingers clenched tight enough to choke off any form of protest but yet not quite enough to suffocate him, Castiel crushed his lips to Dean's and made the extent of his passion known.
The moment their lips touched, Dean lost the will to struggle. The grip on his throat lessened enough for him to be able to breathe freely, not that he remembered how to, and suddenly he wished his hands were free. He needed more. He just had to touch this beautiful man before him, hold him close and never let go.
Shifting his hips to make himself more comfortable atop the elder Winchester, Dean let out a loud groan of frustration as Castiel unintentionally rubbed against his straining erection, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he bit his lip from the pleasure, finally breaking their passionate kiss.
'Oh, God…Cas!'
Castiel allowed himself a small smirk at his victory as he resumed his earlier task of covering every inch of the hunter's bare skin with his mouth, letting his tongue slide down to the waistband of Dean's jeans as he ignored the blasphemous cry.
Dean watched out of half-lidded eyes as the angel paused, suddenly uncertain. Their eyes met and time seemed to stand still.
Dean swallowed hard.
Castiel took his silence as consent and slowly moved his hands to the buckle of Dean's belt, clumsy fingers making more work of the simple task than was necessary but eventually the belt was discarded carelessly on the floor.
His zipper was next, the bite of metal-on-metal too loud in the small room. Dean watched, unable to move or even make a sound as the final hurdle, a lone button, was overcome in the blink of an eye and before he knew what had happened, Castiel had tugged his jeans down to his knees.
Castiel froze, unaware until that very moment that Dean was wearing no underwear, the hunter's hard, straining erection staring him straight in the face, begging for attention.
'Dean…' he whispered breathlessly, mesmerised by the sight.
Dean couldn't help but chuckle teasingly at the startled angel of the Lord. Obviously he hadn't expected him to be rocking the commando look. His chuckle caught in his throat however, as Castiel chose that moment to take Dean's full length into his mouth, no warning offered.
'Oh, my God…' Dean groaned in ecstasy.
'Dean? ...Hey, Dean!'
The elder Winchester woke with a startled cry at hearing his brother's voice, jumping up from the armchair where he'd earlier dozed off; his heart racing as he took in his surroundings and surreptitiously checked to make sure he was wearing all of his clothes.
Sam and Castiel were watching him curiously from across the small motel room; his brother's tall figure hunched over his laptop, and the angel on his feet as if he was about ready to leave. Dean ran a hand through his short, sweat-dampened hair and gave the pair a sheepish grin.
'Must have dozed off there for a second,' he explained weakly, finding himself unable to stare either of them in the face, but he could sense his brother rolling his eyes at him.
'What were you dreaming about, Dean?' Castiel's deep, husky voice sent shivers down his spine as it brought back flashes of his earlier dream, lust thrumming through his veins like a surge of adrenaline.
Dean choked and felt the heat rise to his cheeks.
He forced himself to look the angel in the eyes but instantly regretted his decision.
Oh, man, he freakin' knows!
'Oh... you know, the usual: fluffy bunnies and -' He trailed off feebly, unable to bring himself to finish the lie as Castiel took a step closer, invading his personal space.
'I must go,' the angel announced suddenly, still staring at Dean as if he could see straight into his soul.
'Ah, yeah. S-see you later, Cas,' he stuttered like a lovesick puppy.
The telltale sound of rustling wings announced Castiel's departure, but not before Dean was sure he heard a muttered 'in your dreams.'
Dean stared, dumbstruck at the empty space for a few seconds before Sam interrupted his thoughts.
'Did I miss something?'
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A/N: Ok guys, completely your choice here. I can leave it at that or I can continue - let me know! I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it =) Reviews muchly appreciated!
