"You know angels?" Kitty asked Dean, still very skeptical. It had been almost an hour since Castiel had popped up in the bathroom, and they weren't getting anywhere with Kitty believing.

But Kitty was also enjoying the fact that Dean was getting very frustrated with trying to explain. "Yeah, just minus the big, puffy wings." Dean laid on his back staring up at the ceiling, the strain in his voice starting to turn heavy with exhaustion.

Even though she was still upset with Dean trying to get her to tell him what was going on with her father, she still couldn't help but smile at the fact of torturing him. "He has puffy wings?" Kitty asked as she sat down next to Dean on the bed.

The question she asked was replied with a hard, irritated glare. "You're just being mean now, aren't you?"

With a smile, Kitty leaned over top of Dean and stared straight into his eyes. She kissed the tip of his nose and then whispered, "Yes."

Grasping Kitty by the hips, Dean flipped her over onto her back so he was straddling over top of her. "You know, you can be a real bitch," he smiled as he looked down at her.

"Hm, so I've heard," Kitty replied. "Mostly by you, though." Placing her hands on his chest, Kitty pushed against Dean to try to get him off, but with a cocky smile, he didn't budge. "Want to move?"

"Nope," he replied as he lowered himself further onto Kitty, closing the space between their bodies. "I think I'm pretty comfortable."

"I'm sure you are," Kitty smiled, bringing up one of her legs and wrapping it around Dean's. "You know, we never got to finish what we started the other day."

Dean raised one of his eyebrows and smiled down at Kitty before he crushed his lips against hers. Kitty's hands were instantly pushing up Dean's shirt as he undid the buttons on her blouse quickly. The warm touch of Dean's hands against her bare stomach caused Kitty to wrap her other leg around Dean's, pulling him as close as she could to her. Lifting her back up, Dean pulled the blouse off and unsnapped Kitty's bra, tossing them somewhere across the room, before he moved his hands to Kitty's hips, unsnapping the button on her tight jeans and pushing them down.

Kitty pulled Dean's shirt over his shoulders and kissed his mouth hard as he pushed Kitty's jeans and thong down her legs. Kitty's hands were on Dean's belt, tugging at the buckle and pulling it through the belt loops. Pulling away from Kitty, Dean moved down her body, kissing it along the way, and pulled Kitty's pants down all the way and threw it across the room. Dean pushed off his own jeans and pulled Kitty up into a kneeling position, pushing his naked body against hers.

With one hand grasping tightly into Kitty's hair, Dean other hand grasped Kitty's inner thigh. He moved his hand up and down her leg, going higher with each sweep. Kitty pulled away from Dean's mouth and sighed a silent moan when his hand started to rub against her. She felt Dean's chest rumble as he held back a laugh as his mouth closed around her neck, biting and licking the soft skin. Kitty's hands racked at his short hair as Dean moved one finger around her entrance.

Just as Kitty started to beg him, he pushed three fingers into Kitty, causing her to gasp and bite her lip. Dean continued to bite at Kitty's neck as he thrust his finger into Kitty, pushing in fast and pulling out slow. "Oh, God," Kitty moaned as Dean started pushing into her further and faster. She was inches from orgasm when he pulled his fingers out of her and pulled her legs around his waist.

Dean kissed Kitty on the mouth hard before he rammed himself into Kitty, causing her to gasp and moan into his mouth. With Dean still in her, he laid her onto her back at the foot of the bed and started thrusting into Kitty, deep and slow. Every time, Dean went all the way into her, and Kitty's soft moans started to sound more like begging as she told him to go faster and harder. And Dean obliged, instantly thrusting into her so fast that Kitty didn't even have time to moan before he filled her again.

Kitty dug her fingernails into Dean's hard shoulders as she felt her orgasm building inside of her, and Dean grasped one hand around Kitty's ass and the other tightly around her thigh, pulling her even closer to him. Kitty's walls started to tighten around Dean, but he pushed her farther, changing the rhythm and making her go further. "Oh, God," she moaned. "Dean…" But she couldn't get it all out before she was screaming as an orgasm rippled through her body and instantly, so did Dean.

Panting for breath, Dean laid on top of the fatigued Kitty, still inside of her. Kitty kissed Dean softly on the lips before she pulled away from him and sat up. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" Dean asked, grabbing her wrist gently.

With a smile, Kitty leaned down and kissed Dean again. "I'll be right back," she whispered as she walked to the bathroom. Dean's eyes followed her ass as she walked away, and he noticed a tattoo that he never saw before. With a smirk, Dean laid into the bed and buried his face into the pillow that Kitty had just abandoned.