It turned out the succubus was waiting for them after all. The boys had entered the building, checking all corners for any signs of movement. It was like a maze on the inside - tall rows of shelves, rusted and useless equipment, and empty crates strewn about. There was only one way in and out of the warehouse… And once they were far enough away from the doors, the succubus shut them in. She was a terrible vixen. As a group they couldn't corner her, so they had to split up to try and lure her to an area where they could catch and kill her. She went after Dean. His taunting words were getting under her skin, and luckily Castiel was nearby to jump on the opportunity of gunning her down. However, just as he readied himself to fire a second salt round, she threw Dean across the room and turned on the ex-angel instead. "Oh, what's thissss?" the demon hissed, sliding near to him and snatching the weapon from his hand to crush it. "A fallen angel… What good are you any more, without your power? You're just another useless human to me!" Just as she was about to throw her clawed hand forward into his chest, Cas's eyes shifted past her, to Sam who darted silently up behind her. She seemed to clue in just half a second too late that someone else was charging up from behind, and tried to bolt. Just as she did so, a flash of yellow light flew from her palm and struck Castiel, knocking him off his feet, and Sam just managed to stab her in the side. Unfortunately that was not enough to kill her; only wound her. The demon screeched and jerked away from the blade, clutching her side as she fled the building, and disappeared into the night.

Castiel groaned, a hand over his solar plexus where the yellow orb of light had struck him. He couldn't breathe because of the impact. Still lying on the ground with stars in his vision, the ex angel rolled onto his side and curled up a little. He wasn't used to pain… Not like this, anyway. Taking pain as an angel was much different, when one could heal themselves in minutes or less. As a human, he was just so much more fragile… Perhaps the demon had been right about one thing - as a human, he really wasn't much good in a fight at all. "Ugh… /D-Dean/…" He coughed out, trying to look about the room for his boys.

Dean supported himself on his elbow and saw Cas as on the ground and he became immediately concerned, "Cas!" He said as loud as he could with his hoarse voice. He had hit the wall and floor pretty hard. "Man i'm over here, are you alright?" He drug himself across to Cas's side and grabbed his face. He turned to Sam, "did you get 'er?" He panted.

-"I just stabbed her side and she fled, we gotta go after her" Sam flipped the knife back in his belt.

-"well go! I'll join as soon as Cas is okay" he shooed his brother off. And when he looked back at Cas he still looked pretty winded. Feeling strong enough himself, he put Cas's arm around him and stood them up. "Let's get you back to the apartment" he walked him outside and Sam had left the car for them. He plopped Cas in the passenger side and drove.

Coughing as he was sat up, he watched as Sam fled after the demon. He wanted to recover faster so he could assist, but for now he let his weight lean against Dean. At least he was starting to breathe normally again. He didn't know what the succubus had struck him with, but he began to dread the moment of finding out. "I-I'll be okay," He assured the hunter as he was sat down in the passenger seat of the car. His jacket began to feel a little uncomfortably warm all of a sudden, now that they were inside it. Not bothering with a seatbelt, he squirmed out of the trench coat and loosened the tie around his neck. "I'm already feeling better Dean, we— we shouldn't have let him go on his own." Despite his own words, sweat began to form on his brow. Why was it so /hot/? The vents of the car were turned off, and he had his window cracked open a little for the fresh night air, but it wasn't helping… The heat in his body only escalated. It was then that he realized exactly what his problem was… Because the 'problem' was automatically hardening itself in his pants. Fist gripping the seat, and legs squirming to try and hide his problem, he clenched his jaw tightly.

Dean looked at Cas after he claimed to be feel alright, and he looked it for a minute, until he threw off his jacket and began to squirm about, trying to cool off and cross his legs. Dean raised his eyebrow, "dude, what's up with you ?"

Cas soon began panting, though he tried to keep it quiet and under his breath. /No. No this CANNOT be happening, I should be immune to this— I should—/ but he was human now. He wasn't immune to little lust spells any more. Having that click together in his head made him whimper audibly, just barely hearing Dean's question over the pulse of his heart hammering in his ears. Digging his fingers into the leather of the seat, the ex-angel's back arched off of the seat as his other hand struck the roof of the car, palm pressing against it as he tried to fight the fiery /want/ from taking control of his body. "NNnnhh~… J-just shut up and /keep driving/," he demanded, the words coming out in a rush, voice deepening to a low growl.

Dean knew almost immediately what had happened, now. That bitch fucking put a spell on him. He flipped his phone to notify Sam, but he didnt seem to push the call button as he thought…. Maybe… This could be fun. He looked at Cas again and he felt a rush himself, the guy was in /heat/ and it to accompany that, Cas's looked hot… He closed his phone and sped up a little.

Clenching his eyes shut to keep from looking over at Dean and tempting himself, his head fell back to expose his throat, and he swallowed. He hit the roof again with a frustrated grunt, before using both hands to unbutton his top. "A-aahhh… T-too hot. Dean, I…" One after another his buttons began popping off. His fingers were too shaky; to clumsy to grip them properly. Shirt hanging open with the tie hanging loose around his neck, Cas began to rub his hands over his own chest and body, realizing that not even this was enough to sate his incredible heat yet. Whimpering as his cock throbbed, aching hard in his pants, he opened his eyes to look down at the tent in his trousers that he could no longer hide. His hands began gripping desperately at the material of his pants to tug them down - he needed them off. It was too tight - too tight, and he needed to touch himself. Or needed someone to /touch him/. As they began to lower, the band of his Calvin Klein underwear began to show…

Dean couldn't keep his eyes on the road, he watched Cas touch his own chest and tug at his pants. Eyeing the definitive tent he pressed on the gas even more. As he saw a peak of the name Calvin Klein from above Cas's pants he realized they'd made it to the apartment. He almost couldn't move himself, but he had to get them inside.

He hardly noticed as Dean pulled the car up in front of his apartment building. All he was aware of, was another body beside himself, and how desperate he was for that body to start touching him. Kicking out of his pants, Cas pivoted in his seat to face the hunter, a hungry look crossing his features. Those impossibly blue, normally sweet eyes had turned feral, pupils blown wide with lust… Chest rising and falling faster than normal, he quickly found himself crawling over toward him without a second thought, hands gripping Dean's jacket as he tugged the other man's face nearer to his. Immediately Cas's mouth found Dean's, groaning as their lips crushed together.

Dean watched as his formerly innocent angel turned into a lustful, sinful, human beast. He hardened just looking at him. When Cas crawled upon him he felt the impossibly hard cock rub against his stomach. He kissed back furiously, and threw himself length wise underneath Cas, after he removed his jacket. With their mouths still moving together, dean began to reach for Cas's crotch, but as he did so ran his palm along Cas's midsection and almost went under the Calvin Klein but decided to palm his cock from outside the fabric.

Castiel claimed Dean's lap by straddling his thighs, fitting himself on him by hunching over the man so his head wouldn't hit the roof of the car. It was a tight fit, but he was so desperate… Dean's easy reciprocation only encouraged the ex-angel to curl his arms around the man's neck and drag his nails down his back and up into his hair. Feeling Dean's hand even softly touching his midsection made him shiver uncontrollably… But the moment his cock was touched, he broke their kiss just for a moment, automatically thrusting his hips up into Dean's palm and loosing a savage groan. "NNggh~! /Deannn/…"

Dean wanted to take him right then and there, but he also wanted to savour it. Dean slid underneath cas, legs bending up between Castiel's until he was underneath the underwear and Cas was left clinging to the car door. Dean reached around to grab his ass and earned another chilling moan. He leaned up and pressed a warm kiss to the confined member, and he could feel it pulse. He let his tongue slip out and his hot and wet saliva seeped through the material.

Cas whined as Dean slipped down underneath him onto the car floor, gripping the hunter's hair in one hand, the other clinging to the door so he wouldn't fall forward. The grab to his rear made his jaw fall slack, a whimper escaping his lips as he pushed his hips back into his hands. "Dee, what are yo—?" He couldn't finish his question. The man's mouth to his cock, even on top of his underwear nearly rocked him forward. The stimulation sent electric shocks throughout his body, torso flexing as the pleasure shot through him… He couldn't imagine how much better it would feel when he was /out/ of the material. "O-oh!… I… I need you… /Please~/…"

Dean smiled to himself, as he slipped the underwear down just enough to expose Cas's head, and he took a moment to admire it before he licked it, his tongue cold in comparison. He slowly revealed more of Cas and his steadfast hard on was all for Dean's taking. Sliding his tongue underneath first, he used one hand to cup Cas's balls, and then swallowed him into the back of his throat, and without much bobbing, he just sucked and massaged his balls. He hummed a little into it by accident, sending vibration into his sucking.

Cas's forehead dropped against the headrest of the seat, loosing a muffled groan into the leather as Dean's sinfully perfect tongue began to swipe over his cock. He'd never been touched like this before in his life… And having it happen for his first time with his senses so heightened like this, made him feel like a live wire. He almost wanted to cuss, and it wasn't often that Castiel spoke swear words. "aaAAAHH~!" His voice changed in pitch as the other moaned around his cock, precum leaking out of the tip of his cock. The vibration went straight through to his insides, and he couldn't help himself as his hips moved forward and shoved his cock down his throat accidentally.

Dean, having never sucked someone off, was surprised at himself for not choking on Cas's cock, it slid perfectly deep into his throat. He shoved his face closer onto Cas to discover his reaction to deep-throating and it was well more than worth it. He began to bob his head rhythmically slamming Cas's head into the wall of his throat each time while sucking a little harder than before. He could taste the precum and he liked it, it was Cas /leaking/ into his mouth. he couldn't imagine what pure Cas would taste like but he was going to find out soon enough.

With Dean bobbing his head around his cock, and feeling the head hit the back of the hunter's throat, loud noises of pleasure would work their way out of his throat and into the seat of the car. His fingers flexed in Dean's hair, guiding the man's head up and down as well as rolling his hips very gently to keep rhythm. He didn't want to hurt or choke him after all. Each suck brought him closer to climax, his entire body burning with heat as more slick precum oozed out. "Nnh-… S-so close~… Dean it feels so-!"

Dean kept his solid pace, but sucked harder and massaged his balls harder also. Hearing Cas yell his name sent shivers through him, his pants becoming so unbearable that Dean might've been able to undo them with just his cock pushing the button out, Dean hummed into his slick bobbing, half on purpose. The other hand that was on Castiel's lower back clawed into the skin.

Scrotum tightening as he drew nearer to release, Castiel's whimpers only became louder as the man kept humming around his over sensitive cock. He couldn't stop watching Dean's face now… How easily the man took in his length and swallowed it down. He was so close to finishing now… And the claws down his lower back was what set him off. Arching his body into the touch, he cried out suddenly as he completely unravelled in Dean's mouth.

Dean heard Castiel's cry and prepared himself. He sucked every bit of cum down, except for a trail that was mixed with saliva and semen between his lip and Cas's cock as he pulled away, leaving the little bit that dripped from his lip, he slipped back up to Cas to watch his exhausted face. "That was very fun, let's get your hot ass inside". Dean put Cas to the side for a moment so he could get out, and then with out grabbing any of Cas's strewn clothes, he picked him up bridal style and carried him, naked and sweating, into the apartment.

Panting heavily, Castiel could feel his limbs turn to jello as he came and watched Dean swallow. For a minute, he regained a bit of lucidity, and blush rose all the way up from his chest and into his cheeks. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. At Dean's suggestion to get inside, the angel tried to move, but found he still couldn't. So when the hunter scooped him up into his arms, Cas was grateful and curled into him. "Y-yes,.. Inside," he agreed, and leaned against him. Peering up at Dean's lips, he leaned in and licked the bit of cum off of them. The taste of himself made him hum, and sink his teeth gently into Dean's lower lip to prompt his mouth open as he was carried inside. He didn't care if anyone saw them any more. This was his dean. And he was his.