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: Sorry it's taken longer than usual to post, I hope you find the wait was worth it! 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

Dean ignored his brother's confused expression, too busy contemplating just how screwed up he was. What was he thinking, falling in lust with a freakin' angel of the Lord? At least he hoped it was as simple as lust. It was beyond insane to even think… No, he refused to finish that thought. And to make matters worse, he'd then been caught red handed in the midst of his perverted fantasy. Could this day get any better?

As if fate had merely been waiting for the precise moment Dean uttered that thought, Castiel reappeared before the hunter, a look of determination on his angelic face, placing a hurried touch to the elder Winchester's forehead. Dean barely had time to voice his protest before the familiar motel room dissolved around him and was replaced by another that he didn't recognise.

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It's all right
You'll be fine
Baby I'm in control
Take the pain
Take the pleasure
I'm the master of both
Close your eyes, not your mind
Let me into your soul
I'm gonna work it 'til your totally blown

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Castiel took full advantage of Dean's dismay, forcefully slamming his charge against the motel room wall before pinning him in place with the full length of his body. Dean's eyes widened in fright, his heart racing as the angel's fierce stare froze every bone in his body, immobilising him better than his touch ever could. Dean opened his mouth to speak but was quickly cut off.

'Explain your dream to me,' Castiel demanded in a dangerously low voice, eyes glittering with barely contained power. Dean had never seen the angel so worked up and it scared the hell out of him.

'Cas, I'm sorry,' he whispered hoarsely, feeling the need to apologise and make things right with the angel. 'Of all the times to go poking around in my thoughts –'

Castiel shook his head, interrupting him once again. 'I didn't ask for your excuses, Dean. Answer me, now.'

Dean tried to organise his jumble of thoughts around the alluring press of the angel's body but his brain refused to work amidst the overwhelming rush of hormones flooding his senses. He couldn't bring himself to look Castiel in the eye and face the angel's disgust, shame reddening his face as he looked towards the dusty floor.

'I… I don't know what to say,' he muttered softly.

Castiel grabbed the hunter's face and jerked his chin up, forcing their eyes to meet once again as he closed the distance between them until they were breathing the same air, lips almost touching. 'I gave you an order.'

Dean felt his body tremble feverishly with an almost frantic hunger for the relentless being before him. 'Cas, please…'

Closing his eyes, Dean breached the final few millimetres until their lips met in the faintest of embraces. Expecting to be slapped away, he didn't realise the angel was kissing him back, at least not until Castiel took his bottom lip between his teeth a bit down gently.

It was all the encouragement Dean needed.

Deepening the kiss, their lips crushing together, Dean used his tongue to investigate further, tasting every unfamiliar inch of the angel's mouth. Castiel elicited a groan as he pressed harder against his charge, reaching up to grab a handful of the hunter's hair as he felt his vessel's body reacting to their kiss.

Dean felt the angel's obvious arousal, even through the thick material of his jeans, growling low in his throat in approval. Castiel chuckled softly as he reluctantly ended their passionate kiss, delighting in the wild-eyed, breathless state of his hunter. He ran his hands through Dean's soft hair, letting them trail down his neck to his powerful shoulders as he marvelled at the sensations his body was accommodating. Without thinking, Castiel found the hand-shaped scar through Dean's shirt and rested his trembling hand there.

'I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition…'

His heart feeling like it was going to explode through his chest, Dean swallowed quickly, licking his dry lips and enjoying the subtle taste of the angel that lingered. Taking action for himself, the hunter grasped the lapels of Castiel's coat and took advantage of his momentary distraction, spinning them both around until he had the angel exactly where he needed him: pressed firmly against the wall beneath his own highly aroused body.

Seizing the angel's mouth with his own, Dean ravished his lips whilst rubbing his groin against the hard press of Castiel's straining cock.

Castiel couldn't breathe through the cacophony of new and exciting sensations, wondering how anyone could survive through something as amazingly arousing and animalistic as what he was feeling. He kissed Dean back with all the passion he could muster from his hormone-induced daze, the raging desperation to rip the hunter from his clothes overtaking his brain, but Dean had ideas of his own.

Releasing one hand from its death grip on Castiel's coat, he ran his fingers down the angel's long, lean body until they found his belt buckle. Ceasing his relentless rubbing without breaking their kiss, Dean expertly undid the belt with one hand and caught the angel's gaze, wanting to witness his reaction firsthand as he dipped his hand into the man's trousers, slipping beneath his boxers until he found what he sought.

Castiel sagged beneath the hunter's touch as a strong hand encircled his swollen cock, stealing every breath from his body as it started to slide slowly up and down his length. Pulling away from their kiss, panting heavily, the angel threw his head back and gasped Dean's name as he felt a peculiar pressure building within him like the rising of a storm.

Dean took in every detail of his angel's face and stored the images away as ones never to forget for as long as he lived. He could feel Castiel on the verge of release, his hand increasing its pace as it caused a delicious friction against the angel's erection.

'Dean, don't stop…' Castiel's eyelids fluttered as he begged, hips jerking to further increase the pace as was overtaken by the storm of his orgasm, hard and fast.

Dean milked every last cry from the writhing angel, placing a gentle kiss to Castiel's forehead before pulling away, cursing himself with every step.

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No escaping when I start
Once I'm in I own your heart
There's no way to ring the alarm
So hold on until it's over

***

It took Castiel a few moments to gather himself, instantly noticing the hunter's distance and feeling it like an incredible loss.

'Dean?'

Dean felt his shoulders slump at the pained expression on his angel's face and mentally kicked himself some more. 'Cas, I'm sorry. That – we…I shouldn't have done that. It was…'

'I don't understand,' the angel's frown deepened.

Dean snorted, running a hand through his hair tiredly. 'My point exactly, Cas. Do you even understand what just happened? What I did to you?' With every word, Dean felt his anger at himself grow.

Castiel watched his hunter carefully, not needing to spy on the young man's thoughts to know what he was thinking. 'I am not a child, Dean. I understand the basics of fornication.'

Dean laughed bitterly as he turned away from the angel to stare at his reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall.

'Is it because I inhabit the body of a male?' Castiel queried, unwilling to let the conversation go.

'No!' The reply was immediate, leaving no room for doubt. Dean turned back to face Castiel and took a deep breath, fighting to find the right words but failing. 'It's not that at all, Cas. It's just… Shit!' Spinning suddenly with an angry growl, Dean lashed out with a closed fist at the mirror, shattering the glass upon impact.

Castiel flashed to Dean's side, snatching the hunter's bleeding hand as he used the tail of his coat to stem the flow of blood, delicately removing shards of glass with steady fingers.

'You're an angel, Cas, a freakin' angel,' Dean finally admitted, his voice breaking as he watched Castiel's gentle ministrations. 'You're one of the only pure things left in this damned world and I just… I just corrupted you. Alistair was right, I belong in Hell.'

Tightening his grip on Dean's injured hand, Castiel's voice thundered around the room. 'Never utter those words again!'

Dean's breath caught in his throat, the pain from his injured hand forgotten as he saw the glint of danger in the angel's eyes.

'Did you enjoy our fornication, Dean?' The question caught him off guard, his cheeks reddening over the memories of what they'd just done.

'More than you realise...' he whispered softly, looking away.

Without warning, Castiel grasped Dean's arm and flashed them both to the motel bed, removing the hunter's clothes with a thought; binding both his wrists to the bedpost with another.

'Then let me be the one to do the corrupting.'

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