Sexiness below…..read at own risk. Still not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.
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"Kiss it." Dean said. And, like he had come to expect, Castiel did as he was told, lowering his mouth to the slide of the gun and running his lips over it.
Sam was in the car, no doubt pouting. He didn't understand Dean's need for this, he though Dean should just get on with it, his exact words being 'give him the damn gun or just do it your damn self Dean'. It was a lot of 'damn's' were Sammy was concerned and Dean knew his little brother was growing impatient with him and his new toy, but Sam would just have to deal because Dean couldn't see getting rid of Cas anytime soon.
He curled the fingers of the hand not holding the gun in Castiel's hair, gripping it tight enough to draw a gasp from his pretty toy. Castiel tongued the metal to a shine, all the while moaning like a whore. Dean wanted to push the barrel into that beautiful mouth, and at this point there was no doubt in his mind that Castiel would let him do it.
The kid was whimpering pathetically in a corner, his mouth a mess of blood and broken teeth from where Dean had pistol-whipped him. Dean looked at him over Cas' shoulder, a dark smile twisting his features.
"He's gorgeous isn't he?" Dean asked and the boy nodded, Dean knew he did so from the misguided hope that they wouldn't kill him if he agreed. Dean almost told the poor boy that no matter what he did he was going to die. "Like an angel….my own little fallen angel." Dean whispered, removing his hand from Cas' hair to run it down his spine, stopping when he reached the dip at his back.
Cas was still going to town on the gun, tonguing the barrel hole with the tip of his tongue. Dean felt his own little opening quiver with envy. What he wouldn't do to have Cas do that to him. A spurt of pre-come shot out his dick and Dean knew he could come just from watching Cas blow his gun.
"You know I just found him." Dean said to the boy as he watched riveted as Castiel worked the barrel of the gun further into his mouth, before pulling off until only strings of saliva connected his mouth to the gun before diving back in. "Talk about fate, huh."
Drops of saliva fell from the gun and unto his hand. Dean lent forward and lapped it up as Castiel looked up at him beneath the curling lengths of his eyelashes.
"That's enough, baby." Dean whispered, shushing Cas when the man whimpered as the gun was withdrawn from his mouth. Cas followed it in vain, mouth opening and closing, tongue snaking out to for another lick.
Dean snaked an arm around Castiel's waist in the pretence of holding him still, his fingers brushing teasingly at the fly of Cas' pants and he moved when he felt the other man's cock jerk at his touch. It took all his will power but Dean drew his hand away, instead resting it on Cas' stomach as he pressed his front to Castiel's back, his cock resting in the dip on of his spine.
"Now pay attention gorgeous," Dean said, removing his hand from Cas to retrieve the clip from his pocket, hammering it home before placing his hand on Castiel once again. He caught the look in Castiel's eye as he gazed at the gun…..like hell would he have let Cas fellatio his gun with it loaded, he was trigger happy on any given day and with Cas working his piece….Dean wasn't yet ready for Cas to die.
Flipping the gun in his hand he presented the gun to Cas bunt end first.
"Take it," Dean prompted after a moment of hesitation from Castiel. He curled his fingers over Castiel's, looking down the sight and aiming it just right. "Now this baby has a bit of a kick back to it, so you want to steady yourself." Dean said. "Open your legs a little more." And Cas did, of course. Dean ran his hand down Cas' body until he had a thigh in his hand, pulling gently he forced Cas to spread just a little more.
"Now you've got to be really gentle with her." Dean was saying as he brought his hand back up, pausing to tap his fingers on the erection pressing against the soft material of Cas' pants.
Cas moaned, arching his back and pressing his ass against Dean in the most tantalizing manner that tested Dean's will to the edge.
"Open your eyes gorgeous," Dean said, running his nose along the line of Castiel's neck, breathing in the salty scent of sweat and something that was sweet like vanilla. "You need to be able to see your target, or who knows what you'd end up shooting."
"Yes Dean." Castiel said, ever so obedient.
"Such a good boy," Dean muttered, moving his hand so that he could palm Cas' cock through his clothes.
"Dean," Cas moaned out as shivers of pleasure shot through his system, but he managed to keep his eyes open.
"Now, squeeze the trigger."
There was a loud pop as Castiel shot a gun for the first time ever, the kick of the gun vibrated up his arm at the same time his balls pulled tight and he was coming all over himself. Whining low in his throat, pushing his body against Dean's as he watched blood pool around the body of the dead teen.
"Oh fuck," Dean panted, as he felt the wet evidence of Castiel's pleasure on his hand. His pants were soaked through….fucking hell. "Shit Cas," He mouthed at the back of Castiel's neck. The gun fell to the floor with a clatter in Dean's rush, he pushed Cas forward until he was bent over the counter before lining up behind him so that his cock was pushing in between the cheeks of Cas' ass and began to rut against him.
Gripping his hips tight in an attempt to keep the other man still, Dean did his best to try to fuck his way through their clothes.
"Dean,"
"Ah," he grunted. "You little slut. You loved it didn't you? Killing that poor kid?"
"Yes!" Castiel shouted. "Dean please, please, I want,"
"What do you want Cas? Hmm, I'll give it to you all you have to do is ask."
"I want your cock in my mouth. I want your cock in my mouth like your gun was."
And that was it….Dean was gone. Back arching, he bit off blasphemous curses as his cock jerked and coated his boxers with come.
After a moment Dean turned Cas' in his arms, and though he wanted to kiss him Dean found himself starring at the man in awe. Gazing into those too blue eyes and wondering what he had done to deserve such a creature.
He doesn't know who long he just stood there looking at Cas, but too soon his cell phone was beckoning and he was pulling away.
"What?" Dean said gruffly into the phone.
"Dude if you're done doing whatever it was you were doing, and no I don't want details, we should probably get going."
"Yeah, yeah, don't get your panties in a twist Samantha, we're on our way." Grabbing a lighter from a display stand Dean hung up the phone, bent down to pick up his gun, and asked Castiel, "You want anything?"
Castiel smirked at him before going about and loading up his arms with a bunch of junk. Dean waited for him at the door, looking to see that the old man was no longer breathing. Dean arched an eyebrow in Sam's direction, and Sam answered with one of his own. Dean snorted, rounding the car and opening up the back door before retrieving the nozzle of gas pump and dragging it towards the shack.
"Dean," Sam started.
"Oh, come on Sammy, everyone likes a little firework now and then." It was a quick work, dosing the place with gasoline. Putting the nozzle back Dean flicked open his newly acquired Zippo, "Don't try this at home kids." Dean quipped before tossing the lighter to the building and jumping into the car.
They were half-way down the street when the sky filled with flames.
"Over kill much." Sam said.
"Shut up bitch."
"Jerk."
Catching Cas' eye in the rearview mirror Dean throttled the engine and raced down the street as the other 26 residents of the sleepy town finally came out their hidey-holes.
"Where to next?" Cas asked, opening a bag of cheesy Doritos.
And damn, Dean though he might just be in love.
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