Levels

I pushed Dean heatedly through the door to the bedroom we shared. Dean slammed the door with his foot and lifted his shirt over his head.

He groaned into my mouth while fumbling with my belt. I gained control quickly and pushed him down onto the bed where I removed his jeans quickly.

Dean thrusted his hips up sensually as I slid my hands up his thighs that were only covered now by his thin boxer briefs. The outline of his erection obvious.

I growled lowly and tore my own t shirt off and discarded my jeans into the growing pile of stray clothes that littered the floor. Dean continued laying down panting breathlessly while looking at me with hooded eyes. His beautiful green eyes were now blown with lust and need.

I smiled slowly and crawled on top of him. Only a thin piece of fabric separating them from one another. Dean wiggled underneath him with begging eyes.

I dipped my head back down to trail his lips and neck with a line of passionate kisses. I couldn't get enough of him.

Dean reached up to explore my body with curious hands. I moaned louder this time but reached to grab his hands. I pinned his hands down above his head and shot him a warning glare. Not that I didn't want him touching me but this was more fun. This game they were playing.

Dean responded by grinding his erection deeper into my hips. Caught off by the sudden enthusiastic reaction, I closed my eyes and let my own erection rub with more force on Deans.

Grabbing both his wrists with one hand to free my other, I reached down excitedly and removed his briefs then following through with mine. With nothing separating us now, I could begin to feel the heat radiating off of Dean and feel the precum that was acting as lubricant between us.

We both groaned at the sudden skin to skin contact that we had been depriving ourselves of for all too long. I let go of Deans wrists and let my hand explore down to Deans length.

I gently wrapped my hand around his impressive shafts and lazily wiped at the precum that had built up with my thumb. Dean moaned lowly but bucked his hips up. I smiled and leaned down to kiss him.

He kissed me with hunger and ran his nails down my back making it arch and our cock nearly wrapping around each other if that was possible. I knew I wouldn't last long.

I pulled away from his needing lips and stared into his lust filled eyes that I could feel myself falling in love with. "Please, Dean. I need you," I whispered with want.

Dean nodded back and pointed his head in the direction of his bedside drawer. My eyes lit up as I pulled out the condom and lube out of the drawer.

I layered my index finger with the lube and gently circled his puckered hole. Dean groaned at the contact of the cold liquid.

"Are you sure?," I whispered.

Dean nodded quickly and swallowed. "Yes. Please fuck me, Cas."

I smiled and inserted the prepped finger. Dean arched his back and muttered profanities.

I slid the finger in and out slowly to get Dean use to it before I gently added another finger to the mix. I pumped harder this time. Dena withered underneath me. "Please, Cas. I can't take it anymore."

I added a third finger, fucking in and out of him roughly with him begging and coming undone. I felt so in control and powerful. It was a high that I could ride forever. But right now, I needed to be inside him.

"Fuck! Cas!," Dean cried out while his mouth formed an 'O' shape. I must have hit the bundle of nerves that was his prostate.

I bit my lips and pulled my fingers out of him quickly, leaving him feeling empty. Bringing the condom up to my mouth, I ripped open the condom and rolled it onto my untouched cock.

Dean pulled me closer to him so I could align properly with him. I placed the tip along his semi- open hole and stopped. I looked into his eyes that displayed that he was feeling confused. Taking a nervous breath, I decided to speak my mind.

"I love you," I said so softly that it could have been possible that Dean didn't hear me.

Judging by his reaction, he definitely did. "Fuck me already," was the only thing he offered back.

I ignored the pain in my chest but did as he said. Pressing deeper and deeper into him. Inch by inch right into him.

The tightness and heat surrounded me but made me feel right at home. Yep. I was not going to last long at all.

I bottomed out and waited for Dean to adjust to me being inside him. As soon as he gave me silent, pleading eyes, I began to move.

It was slow at first, just taking in all of Dean and enjoying every second of his perfect. But every time he looked at me with doe eyes, it stirred something in me that triggered me to mercilessly pound into him.

Dean seemed to enjoy my rougher side more than the slow and steady. And of course he did because he's fucking perfect.

I moaned praises of his body and of how well he could take me as I continued to fuck him. Something tells me that Dean would disapprove of me saying that we were making love. And whoever said that making love was only gentle and sweet?

This was the complete opposite. Dean withered underneath me while he jerked himself off quickly.

"I'm gonna…," he started before his cum shot up, coating my stomach as well as his chest.

I knew I didn't want this to end but there was no way that I would last another second after witnessing Dean Winchester come completely undone like that.

I placed a hand on the side of his head and closed my eyes tightly as I came in a rush. Deans name on my tongue like a fucking prayer.

I collapsed lightly on top of him and pressed our sweaty foreheads against each other before pulling out. My chest heaved up and down quickly as I tried to regain control of my breathing.

Dean smiled softly and pressed a small kiss to the tip of my nose. I let out a small chuckle and fell onto the bed next to him. We laid silently for what felt like hours but what was more like three minutes.

"We should probably clean up," Dean commented.

"Yeah," I agreed but made absolutely no move to get up.

Dean laughed and sat up before grabbing a discarded t shirt and wiping his chest down with it. I followed and rolled the used condom off and tied it up. Tossing it into the trash bin by the bed, I turned to Dean who was wiping down my stomach with the t shirt he was just using.

I smiled at the small gesture and looked at the clock to see that it was now four in the morning. This means that any sane person would be asleep hours ago but he's learned recently that he is not sane. Not in any way.

Dean sat on the edge of the bed with a fresh pair of sweatpants hanging off his pants. He tossed me a pair and turned back to face the wall.

I slid on the sweatpants and crawled over to where he sat. Placing a hand on his shoulder, I pulled him back gently.

Dean didn't respond to my touch and continued to stare at the wall. "Dean?," I asked softly.

"Hm?," Dean murmured.

"Can we just forget what I said?," I asked hopefully.

Dean said nothing but dropped his head down lower. "Just try to get some sleep, Cas," he said before getting up and walking out of the room.

I bit my bottom lip to stop it from quivering. No. I wasn't going to cry just because a man didn't love me back. I was stronger than that.

All I could feel was rage growing in my chest. Dean was the one that hunted me down, the one that stalked me for a good part of my life, the one that broke me out of prison and the one that had no fucking right to play with my head.

My hands itched with the urge to kill the next person I saw but the voice inside my head told me to get some sleep. It was Gabriel's voice. Every time a wicked thought creep into my brain it would always be Gabe that would pull me out of my darkness.

But lately Deans voice has been out yelling Gabe's in my head. And I honestly didn't know how I felt about it. Not yet anyways.

I sighed and laid back on the bed where Dean and I had been just moments before. He would still be here if I hadn't opened my mouth like an idiot.

I covered myself up with the soft blanket that smelled of Dean and let myself drift off into dreams of green eyes and bright red blood.

XXX

I woke up a few hours later alone in bed. Looking at the alarm clock reading that it was eleven a.m., I jumped out of bed. What if Dean left last night and just never came back?

My heart pounded rapidly in my chest as I threw on a clean shirt and some of my new jeans. I slipped on my plain black Vans shoes and walked into the hallway.

I could hear the chatter of Sam and Garth coming from the living room. I listened closely to see if Deans voice was anywhere in that mix. It wasn't.

I walked in the living room where Sam and Garth were watching some old movie. After leaning on the door frame and crossing my arms, Garth noticed me.

"Oh, hey Castiel," he said with a wide smile.

"Hey, Garth. Have you guys seen Dean today?," I asked casually.

Sam nodded and pointed a thumb down the other hallway where the business room was. "He's been in there for about four hours now."

"Why? Who does he have?," I asked.

Sam shrugged. "I don't know. I think Benny is in there helping him, too."

My fist balled up by my side as many questions ran through my head. Why Benny? Why didn't Dean ask me to help him?

I clenched my jaw and nodded at Sam before walking down the hallway. I shoved open the heavy door, revealing Benny and Dean at the weapons table, their backs turned to me.

A woman was hanging by the chains. Beaten and bloody. She probably didn't even notice that I had entered. Her eyes seemed to be swollen shut. Her short brown hair sticking to the blood on her face.

I could feel the adrenaline begin to push addictively through my veins. I stared at her a moment before looking back at the other men in the room. Benny's hand was now on the small of Deans back.

Dean was smiling back at Benny. "Hello, Dean," I said, announcing my presence.

Dean's head snapped towards the door quickly. "Cas, I told you to get some sleep."

I crossed my arms and scowled. "Pretty sure that was seven hours ago. What are you doing?"

Dean shrugged as Benny smirked at me. "I'm working."

"Business or pleasure?," I asked before stepping further into the room.

Dean smiled his boyish grin. "Pleasure."

I nodded and looked at the woman who's head was slumped. Her chest barely moving up and down.

"Can I kill her?," I asked with hope growing in my chest.

Dean shook his head as soon as the question left my mouth. "No. I don't want you anywhere near here."

"Dean," I started.

"I said no, Cas!," he snapped.

I looked behind Dean where Benny still stood with a haunting smile and gleam in his eye. Dean caught my gaze and shook his head slightly.

"Benny, could you leave us alone?," he asked.

Benny nodded and lightly ran a lingering hand up and down Deans back before he exited the room.

I raised an angry eyebrow at Dean and waited for him to explain himself.

"There's nothing going on," he said quietly as if he could read my thoughts.

I nodded and looked him up and down. He squirmed uncomfortably under my scrutiny.

"Why didn't you ask me to help you?," I asked.

He looked pained as he looked at his feet. I tilted his chin up with my finger and made him look into my eyes.

He bit his lip then sighed. "Because I'm bad for you. I thought that's what I wanted but now," he shrugged and gestured his hand at the girl, "I don't know."

"So, you're just giving up?," I question while moving into his personal space.

"I guess I am," he admitted.

I ignored the way it felt like my stomach dropped. I took another step closer. Our faces just mere inches from each other. I knew he could feel the heat of my breath on his lips.

Dean swallowed nervously but I didn't miss the way his eyes flicked to my lips.

I took another step forward and brushed our lips slightly together. "So you're going to just give this up?"

Dean trembled but he said nothing. I took it as a good sign. Placing my hands on his cheeks, I pulled her faces together so our lips could finally meet.

Dean kissed back and the kiss became more heated. I pulled away. "I don't think that's what you want."

Dean said nothing as I took the knife he had been clenching in his hand. I winked at him suggestively before walking over to the girl.

"Who is this, Dean?," I asked while pointing at her with the knife.

The walls were empty and bare meaning that this was a spontaneous kill. Dean looked away sheepishly. "The reporter."

I furrowed my brow and tilted my head looking at the girl closer now. She did kind of look like the woman who did the news report on me.

I looked back at Dean. "Why?"

"Because she was making you out to be some kind of monster but you're not. She needed to be taught a lesson."

I nodded and turned to the girl who was barely holding on. "Cas. Don't," Dean said gently.

I smiled wickedly at Dean before plunging the knife deep into her stomach. She screamed and wipers while blood dripped down onto my hand.

I didn't even bother to watch the life leave her eyes. My favorite part. Instead, I watched Deans reaction.

His eyes grew wide before something dark settled across his features. He briskly walked to where I was and grabbed my face hard before bringing our lips down onto each others.

It was a wet mess of teeth, tongue and dominance. I left the knife in the woman and placed my bloody hand on Deans face. He pulled away and searched my eyes for something that I couldn't tell what.

"Cas?," he asked as his green eyes seared into mine.

"Yes, Dean?," I asked back.

"I love you, too."