It was midnight when the phone rang.
"Ay Madre de Dios," Jose grumbled and fumbled for the handset of the phone by the nightstand. They had the ringer turned off in the bedroom, but Jose could easily hear the phone in the kitchen on the other side of the house.
Only one person called at this time of the night and Jose leaned over to gently wake his wife. "Hey it's Dean," He whispered.
"I'm sorry I called so late," Dean breathed and Jose could hear the stress in her voice.
"Dean?" Maria murmured groggily only Charlie ever called. She started to get up but Jose stopped her. "What is wrong?"
"Tell Maria it's nothing," Dean murmured. "I'm sorry to bother you at this hour, go back to bed I'll see Maria tomorrow morning."
Jose looked at the phone then hung it back up and turned to his perplexed wife. "What?"
"She's having a hard time adjusting to losing him," Jose knew it was the reason she'd called. She'd been out of town for nearly two months on business but Jose knew that she would be bothered much longer than that.
"She did not want me to come to work?" Maria asked groggily confused.
Jose shook his head and took her in his arms so he could kiss her sleep-mussed hair affectionately. "She called for comfort but is too strong to admit she needs it."
Jose squeezed his mate close. Dean had heard Maria whispering on the other end of the line...Sometimes the ache of your mate could be eased by the touch of other lycanthropes (not in a sexual way). Lycanthropes weren't a huge population in the world thanks to human fear and prejudice, and sometimes that was tough on the ones without a family group to call their own whether pack, pride or flock.
Jose wondered what kind of lycanthrope Dean was.
Dean was glad for one—outside Lumberjack needs—that she had lycanthrope senses. She sat on Castiel's bed and cradled his pillow drinking in the faint smell he'd left behind.
Forgotten on the bed beside her was the handset to her office phone. Usually Samantha would have called by now to see if she was dead or maimed. Dean didn't want to admit that she was so lonely that even her voice was preferable to silence and her own thoughts.
Damn wolf! Dean felt the tears slide down her face to soak the pillow.
The human police officials had lost the Lancasters, but Dean easily tracked them out of the city and across to Virginia. She had at least two more chances to kill them but hesitated.
One night Kyle had shown up at her campsite and they'd talked over instant coffee. Kyle had let her know his motive for killing and Dean had finally just let them walk away.
His wife Belinda had gotten pregnant. The child was healthy and the couple had celebrated. They'd had four miscarriages thanks to their odd biological make-up. Of all types of lycanthrope reptiles were the scarcest because the strain was really hard to get infected with.
Kyle's eyes had gone hard and kind of creepy snake—long narrow black slits as he told her what had transpired. Dr. Ito Watanabe had aborted the baby as soon as Belinda's blood work had come back with lycanthrope.
There was the lawyer Hansel McNamara, the man they had paid to go after the doctor.
And Alfred Manerd the judge that had actually announced his verdict with, "One would think you did society a favor."
Dean shook her head, "I'm sorry."
Dean told him he needed to think about removing his wife's identification chip (AKA GPS tracking chip).
Yes Kyle had removed his long before he'd ever set foot at the doctor's office which made the crime harder to commit because of the number of people there, but necessary because the werecobra hadn't wanted to kill him in front of his family.
Dean let him know where a safe haven was nearby. It wasn't government owned but run by animal right's activists. "Don't tell anyone about me."
"You were sent to kill us," Kyle reminded her. "Spare my mate."
Dean shook her head, "I want you to promise to never give up on a child. The law for lycanthropes can't always mean death." Knowing lycanthrope law - the way things were run in isolated family groups like Castiel's pack - only made it easier for her to help them. They had all had a hand in killing the unborn baby even with the act of turning a blind eye to the atrocity itself. In lycanthrope society there would have just been the doctor's death, and it would have been smiled upon by the entire group.
"Could I know your name?" Kyle asked. "Just your first."
Dean pulled a face as she said, "Adeana...Actually I go by just Dean."
Then she had let him know where to find one of the few reptile groups. There were so few of that type of lycanthrope that they often intermingled and the closest (multiple species, some even cobras) just happened to be within a night's travel by foot.
While Dean had been packing to leave for home Kyle had come back with his petite mate Belinda. She had insisted Kyle let her thank Dean in person, and make sure that her mate had apologized for biting her at the outset of their chase. Somehow it wasn't a surprise to find she was especially feisty contrary to her size as she immediately turned to her mammoth husband and made him practically kowtow while apologizing profusely.
The severity had apparently been because he had lied and told Belinda that he had said he was sorry to the Lumberjack on his earlier visit to her camp so it had to be grand enough for both women. When the top of her strawberry blond head came up under Dean's nose as she hugged her she realized she just how very petite the boisterous woman was.
She'd closed her eyes assaulted by tender memories of Castiel. Like a bizarre sixth (well seventh) sense Dean knew that the group of reptiles would be friendlier with someone that needed protection especially a pregnant werecobra.
Altogether it was a sappy conclusion and it made her feel better than she'd ever felt after doing an assignment. She couldn't help but wonder if Castiel would like what she'd done.
The handset rang in her hand and she brought it to her ear, "Dean."
"It's Bobby hon," Bobby murmured.
Dean got up from the bed delivering a punch to the pillow that was being surrogate for lots of things tonight. She glanced at her watch, "Wow I've been home five minutes."
"I tried your cell first, you took a long time honey," Bobby admonished.
She kicked at the black pair of Levi's she had first bought Castiel and it wrapped around her foot as something heavy dragged it down. She leaned over and picked the pants up mentally chastising Charlie for not making sure the cleaning staff checked all the rooms it wasn't like there were that many rooms in…
Castiel's wallet was inside the back pocket and Dean flipped it open. "You already have something for me?"
"I don't have anything new for you but you still have clean up to do," Bobby reminded Dean.
"Shit those geriatrics couldn't get their shit together in two months?" Dean asked in surprise as she started out to her office.
The wallet was pretty sparse. Money he'd gotten out of the bank and his ATM card. She found an old picture of a woman with scared hazel eyes and long straight red hair.
"You get our E-mail?" Bobby asked and Dean paused with her hand on the door knob when she heard the anxiousness in her voice.
"Almost there. What's wrong?" Dean moved through the door, closed it behind her and went to her desk. She shook the mouse as she rolled the chair closer with her feet curled in the carpet and the screen came to life.
"I'd much rather explain than give information and explain," Bobby said puzzling Dean even more as her eyes moved over her E-mails.
She had to push the refresh button. "Must have just sent it I don't have it yet."
"I did," Bobby admitted sheepishly.
Dean turned the photo around and her eyes fell upon the short message crammed onto the back in an unfamiliar handwriting.
"You'll always be my knight in shining armor. Sometimes I wish I were human just because I can imagine how you might protect your mate.
-Anna
"So what took so long on those cobras?"
"Never handled a snake," Dean admitted. "I got bitten and it knocked me out."
"You could have been killed," Bobby exclaimed.
Dean barely heard her as she found a paper folded into a small enough square to fit in a credit card slot. It must have been nearly as old as the photo and was so worn the folds in the paper were almost ripping. Castiel's hands looked like they'd unfolded and refolded it a hundred times.
There was an older faded black ink and near the bottom was a bright recently added blue ink.
My mom told me one day God would help me find my mate. She always told me not to worry because although I am weaker than many of my kind He made it so that my mate would be my perfect balance, my perfect match. I don't know how much you know about my ways…
Everyone tells me you will be human and think that I would be ashamed by that. I am not. I feel the space where you belong in my heart and know you will mean the world to me.
Dean's tears were quiet as she heard Bobby go on about her cats. The newer ink was from a much more recent Castiel.
I know you. Dean. I have seen the sadness in your sweet eyes and known your sorrow in my very soul. I was killed by silver buckshot at close range by the gun of a Lumberjack. As I lay there dying quite quickly of a mortal wound you came to me. Your hair was such an unruly mess from sleep but I suppose the gunshot delivered by your "Nana" woke you in the next room. Who'd have thought that? Not that bitch no surprise—
Dean paused for a soggy laugh and read on, the phone forgotten in her lap.
You cried for me, I don't know why but as you knelt next to me, my blood under your knees as you touched the rough edges of where my heart used to be you cried. I know I didn't mean you harm but your mark appeared. It was all manner of teardrops and hearts. I think you loved me then sweetheart. Probably not the same as you will come to love me if I do this right. I tell myself that you can handle this and yet look; I'm showing you in a letter.
I don't think you remember me from that long ago night but I remember you. Your eyes haunt me, a child shouldn't have so much pain and sorrow and definitely not the age. I'll take whatever you give me baby. I want you to be happy and if you read this and decide you don't want me I'll go.
After nearly twenty years in Hell I made a deal with a demon and got a year to find you, make you mine, bond you to me. You're my mate and I'll hold those beautiful haunted eyes of yours in my heart even if it's in eternal Hell. You have to know, no matter what happens I love you. You're more important to me than even my own life and hopefully by now you've come to feel for me a fraction of that at least enough to forgive me for the things you've read in this letter. I'm sorry for this and even twenty years of Hell's torments would pale in comparison to how I'd feel if I hurt you. Don't hesitate to put me out; I want you happy!
"Dean!"
Dean shook away her reverie and brought the phone to her ear. "Sorry I'm really tired."
"Did you get your E-mail?" Bobby asked exasperated.
"Yes..." Dean's eyes scanned over her inbox after another refresh. "Gimmie a sec," Dean opened the message and the first thing that caught her eye was the photo of Samantha. I don't remember her name on the list damn it!
She scrolled down to see the dates under the image September 20th 1947 her birthday to February 21st 2014 her...
"What?" Dean whispered as she scrolled along. "What happened?"
"She was attacked by the lycanthrope in the E-mail I'm so sorry hon," Bobby consoled.
Dean clenched her teeth as she scrolled to said photo a surveillance camera still of Castiel. "Shit..." Dean shook her head in disbelief. "How..." She was at a loss for words but had so many questions.
"I understand if you need a moment," Bobby reasoned.
It was mostly just the stress of it all being dropped so suddenly on her. When she thought about her Nana being dead there was only a little remorse. Sure she wanted to kill her (couldn't bring herself to do it) but realized she'd always held out a hope that they would one day find themselves not totally hating each other.
"Where are you hunting?' Dean asked.
"The city and surrounding countryside outside town with no luck. He's not registered so no GPS tracking," Bobby paused a moment to type and Dean spoke.
"Let the geriatrics take care of this," Dean found herself staring at Castiel's face unable to look away. He looked sad but determined.
"Alistair found her...He spoke to her before she passed..." Bobby gave a small wearisome sigh. "She told him no matter who wants to take up the cause of revenge the assignment had to be yours. Alistair was hesitant to admit but Samantha knew only you would be able to do the job."
Dean would have been shocked but she was too pissed that Samantha would ask her to do this. Samantha might not have known they were mates but she knew they were together. "I'm sorry."
"No I am," Bobby said slowly. "Samantha mentioned this lycanthrope being different," Bobby began. "She's got the boss so scared; this isn't an optional assignment Dean. If Samantha of all people thinks you're the only one for the job it's enough to convince him."
"And she fucks me over, even from Hell," Dean growled. "I've had enough shit from..." She trailed into silence. "Different?"
"More powerful, more insane and possible powers normal lycanthropes don't," Bobby explained she was right she did that better.
Dean felt herself go still. More powerful? A sinking in the pit of her stomach made her nauseas.
"'He's a beast none of us have seen before,'" Bobby quoted. When Dean was quiet too long she prodded. "Dean?"
"All right. Call off the geriatric squad I'm on my way," Dean agreed finally. It sounded like Cerberus was back and she knew he had to be dealt with.
"Do you need me to send the search grid they were using?" Bobby asked.
"No. I know where he is."
Castiel had explained to his father how some shifts might be a challenge on his control.
Cerberus had been behaving until now and Castiel tried not to question it since he had enough shit to deal with. {{I want out; I need to fuck something,}} Cerberus brought up again. {{Please?}} He thought to tack on after a moment.
The demon didn't necessarily want control but when they mixed things got dicey on Castiel's control. This was the first time Cerberus had expressed a need for sex.
It might have had something to do with nearly getting to third base with Anael a few seconds ago. He'd just taken her officially from her most recent dominant abuser in front of the pack.
That meant an attack of power if necessary. He'd confronted Brutus a serious looking newcomer. The city had inserted a few former Uno Homo Canus that wanted to be in a pack unmarked by their tracking chips.
Brutus didn't believe the strength Castiel had. Not all of the pack knew of Castiel's new strength and fewer still realized he had died twenty years ago.
Castiel had told Brutus he didn't want to fight, but the newcomer had firmly informed him that if he wanted to take Anael it was required.
"I want to kill you," Cerberus flared out Castiel's mouth at Brutus. "How about I take every year of her pain out in a few minutes?"
Anael had gasped, feeding Cerberus power, and he'd pulled at her timid power much like he had with Dean gaining strength to take over. Castiel instigated the real fight with the huge surge of power he had to give in order to shift into wolfman form and take control of Cerberus who sunk angrily away.
Brutus didn't hold back and Castiel could have been killed several times. Castiel asked Brutus to stop but the wolf wouldn't stop.
"Do not start a fight you are not prepared to finish," Michael had called to his son.
"You made me Vidar in order to prevent this type of development," Castiel had shouted back too slow to avoid a swipe of claws along his torso.
Castiel had killed him and now was feeling a nauseous rumble. {{Even if she was not like a sister to me…You cannot fuck anyone. I have lain with my mate.}}
{{So have I,}} Cerberus complained. {{But I've found ways around it over millennia. Just let me go get Anna and we can take her far off into the forest and show her what submissives are really for.}}
{{I am not fucking interested,}} Castiel thought with finality.
After he had rescued her Anael had gone dominant and tried putting the moves on him.
She'd met him a small distance away from the area of the fight it didn't take miles for the forest to swallow up sound. She was trembling her fear fading as Castiel whispered reassuring things and pumped out the calming energy.
He bit his tongue and held her close instead of saying, 'I told you so,' since it had only been a few months ago that he had warned her against putting herself in Brutus' care. Why had he kept quiet? He was trying his best to get her to fulfill her own desires not what someone told her to want.
They had embraced mostly for contact fur rubbing against fur. Anael hadn't made a sound and suddenly she was cupping his scrotum.
Castiel had left fast and hadn't stopped running. That was probably what had instigated this conversation with the three-headed asshole.
{{Well then next time you decide to kill a perfectly good warrior let me have control. I'll shut up and be content with a little blood and torture,}} Cerberus suggested.
{{I do not plan on any more blood being spilt in the few days I have left,}} Castiel shook his furry head.
He had been prepared for pain as an afterthought to such a vigorous motion when he'd gotten a skull fracture among his many injuries. It was done healing only twenty minutes after the fight. He had noticed an increase in his healing ability (the speed mostly).
Castiel checked the slashes in his ribs. They had been pretty nasty but now they weren't even bleeding. "Shit," Castiel felt tears fill his eyes as his fingers encountered new unblemished skin already prickly with dark fur.
{{What's your deal?}} Cerberus griped.
{{Dean,}} Castiel made it a prayer and closed his eyes. {{I just healed a lycanthrope wound like a regular wound,}} Castiel answered.
{{Every-fucking-thing reminds you of that bitch,}} Cerberus stated.
{{She can heal everything the same, silver, lycanthrope wounds, all of it,}} Castiel shook his head in disbelief.
Castiel looked up as a real wolf appeared. It looked over at Castiel but was on its way, very determined to continue its journey.
"Castiel!"
Castiel went still at Anael's voice but he was up running the second he caught wind of her fear. "Are you all right?"
"Thomas came from a patrol there are people walking straight through the territory," Anael explained. "Michael told me to take you around their left to hide where they have already been."
"Hide?"
"I believe he suspects they're after you," Anael whispered as Castiel kept a good distance from her. He knew denying her the comfort of touch was mean but she would get the wrong idea.
"I will go where they will not find me but you go back to the pack for protection," Castiel gave her another hug and shifted to wolf to run for the edge of the reservation.
"Cerberus?"
Castiel stopped on a dime and turned to see a bright red cloaked form move into sight. Before Dean could finish lowering the hood Castiel had shifted to human.
"No that has to be you Wolf, fucking show off," Dean's gaze moved boldly over him and Castiel felt himself stir.
"Baby it is me," Castiel tried to calm down and wondered if he should shift into something that didn't need clothes.
"I found your wallet," Dean jerked her thumb over her shoulder her eyes simply devouring the sight of his body. "I left it back at my camp."
"Feeling the nudity right about now Sweetie," Castiel winced as Cerberus jumped like he'd been taken by surprise.
"Sorry I'm trying to keep my hands off you," Dean admitted. "You marked me," She whispered brushing her hand to move her hair back and reminded him of the bite on her neck.
"I apologize. It should heal better when I have gone," Castiel stepped forward as he remembered the wonder that he'd been in moments ago. "I healed a lycanthrope wound..."
"Fast?" Dean grinned as Castiel nodded enthusiastically. "Who attacked you?"
"Werewolf from the city," Castiel looked down sad and guilty.
"You had to kill him," Dean moved closer.
Castiel nodded and she was close enough that she could feel his sorrow. "Hold me," Castiel whispered.
"You know what I'm here for? Not to save you," Dean held herself away with all her strength she wanted to touch him. Strip off her clothes and press their naked flesh together the desire made her raw and still she held back.
"I know why you have come here," Castiel nodded as he met her gaze his emotions a mixing pot and Dean could hardly stand them all. "I am sorry you felt it was punishable."
"I'm here because I don't want the five other Lumberjack's assigned to feel the fire of vengeance." Dean shook her head. "She was my Nana and a Lumberjack."
"Even if the woman hated both halves of you not just the furry one?" Castiel asked angrily.
"Any kind of attack would warrant this," Dean remembered the cobras she had let go. "Why?"
"You could never do it," Castiel was suddenly ashamed. "And Lucifer gave me back Cerberus and his blood thirst plus your quick rage..." Castiel shook his head. "It made it seem too reasonable after I left."
"I can fight."
"Not her," Castiel objected. "I was going to...I was almost overwhelmed by the anger," He looked up as he moved closer her face sad.
"Castiel I know you don't have long," Dean said quickly not wanting to dwell. "I'm going to make sure you stay safe, you're pack doesn't get hurt."
"How?"
"I'm camped at the east end of your reservation," Dean jerked her thumb back over her shoulder again.
"A patrol came talking about some men moving through the territory my dad thought they might be after me."
"Did you tell him what you did?" Dean asked.
"I told him about Cerberus," Castiel recalled.
"Follow me," Dean turned and walked back the way she'd pointed with her thumb. "I brought your stuff with me."
Dean didn't want him dressed and Castiel didn't either. They reached her small camp. "Clothes are in the tent," Dean moved to sit next to her new chemical stove.
Castiel moved to sit by the small fire she'd made. "Who did they send after me?"
"Five of Samantha's closest colleagues which is probably why they followed me instead of going home and letting me handle this," Dean growled scowling at the fire. "You know they didn't even tell me until yesterday that she was dead."
"Dead?" Castiel asked and Dean felt his shock all over her like an ocean wave. "When did she die?"
"When you attacked her, or shortly thereafter..." Dean frowned over at him. "Would you go get dressed?"
"No. How about you get undressed and we will both be more comfortable," Castiel frowned back at her.
"Castiel..." Dean said in a growl.
{{Just fucking take her she's your mate she won't say no,}} Cerberus ordered and Castiel closed his eyes and lowered his face into his hands.
{{I heard that,}} Dean told the demon. {{Nobody asked you.}}
"I did not attack Samantha..." Castiel held his hand up. "I..."
"What?" Dean sat up straighter and Castiel felt relief.
"Infected her."
"Infected her?" Dean's eyes grew wide as she realized what he meant. "You made her a lycanthrope?"
"Yes," Castiel looked ashamed. "I did not even give her any serious wounds. Nothing fatal."
Dean knew he was telling the truth and it really made no difference. She wanted him and was glad he wasn't the monster she was trying to make him seem. Then again it gave her less control over her urge to mount him right here in the forest. "The letter."
Castiel looked up and their eyes met over the fire. "You read it," He said more statement than question.
"Yes," Dean nodded.
Castiel opened his mouth to say something when Anael showed up. "Did you..?" He started to ask Dean.
"I knew she was coming, but you can't see my mark so..." Dean shrugged unconcerned by Anael's appearance.
"Castiel," Anael's eyes caught on Dean. "Castiel!" She said a little more frantically.
Dean gave the submissive some calming energy and she sighed. "That's better."
"Who are you?" Anael asked.
"Dean."
Castiel felt nervous about their presence together, having a submissive was sometimes like a slave, depending on the dominants involved. "Anna this is my mate."
Anael's wolfy eyes widened and Castiel only had a moment to spy Dean's tattoo flare red before the wolfwoman leapt across the fire at Dean. Castiel grabbed her before she could get far and Dean got calmly to her feet.
Instead of taking out a weapon Dean gave her jaguar a scratch and Anael recoiled of her own accord. Castiel didn't come to her rescue from Dean she wouldn't hurt the submissive.
"You said she would be human!" Anael accused.
"She is," Castiel watched her step back. "Anna?"
"You are the one in the prophecy the one that came back..." Anael looked at Castiel in a betrayed way. "Jason has been keeping track of the humans in our territory; they've moved to the edge and made camp like your mate."
And then she was gone with a flick of her red tail. Castiel watched Dean as she watched after jealousy flashing in her eyes.
"She is a submissive that I have protected since I could hardly make a difference," Castiel explained as he sat back down.
"So did you and she ever-" Dean cut her question off and shook her head. "I don't care."
Castiel answered anyway, "There are not many in the pack that have not fucked me or made me fuck them." After a moment of consideration he added, "Except some of the younger ones born while I was..."
"In Hell?" Dean prompted.
"Yes."
Dean glanced around at the forest around them. "How much longer do you have until you go back?"
"A little while," Castiel hedged he didn't want her to feel the same foreboding he did. He had less than three days and had expected it to be lonely and full of fighting for dominance in his pack until the end. "Will you stay with me?"
Dean went very quiet she didn't want to watch Castiel disappear...She figured if she was condemning him to Hell she might as well have the courage to be there. She wanted to reach out and take him in her arms and hold him until he was gone.
"I have to stay to deal with the old school team looking for you," Dean agreed. "If we have problems you can go wolf and fool them."
"They would not be suspicious?" Castiel asked.
"I can't make you invisible," Dean shrugged.
{{I have an animal form,}} Cerberus suggested. {{I'm sure you can control me with her here.}}
"I think a three-headed dog would be a giveaway," Dean joked.
"I don't have to have three-heads bitch," Cerberus's voice rumbled out of Castiel's chest.
"I wish I could get rid of you," Dean told Cerberus. "Shit we're powerful enough."
"Are we?" Castiel smiled.
"Together even without the bonding ritual we're stronger than Cerberus," Dean told Castiel matter-of-factly.
"Will you help me?" Castiel whispered. "I want to..." He mumbled to a stop but the desire Dean felt told her what the rest of the sentence was.
"Do you get him right back once you go to Hell?"
Castiel frowned and shrugged, "I hardly care. I want to be with you my last days and be alone with you including three-headed jerks."
{{That's not very nice,}} Cerberus pouted and Dean shook her head.
Dean met Castiel's gaze and it was as if she were boring into his eyes with hers. {{I'm pretty damn nice,}} Dean turned off the chemical stove and got up to crawl into the small, barely two-person tent.
{{Castiel?}}
Castiel looked up and saw Dean looking back out of the tent at him. {{Yes?}}
{{Are you coming?}} Dean gave him a smile. {{You won't be if you don't get the hell in here.}}
Castiel's heart jumped nearly as high as he did to get inside the tent. {{Are you sure?}}
{{I'm scared of the love part of us, not the sex part.}} Dean admitted and both males near the tent went hard at the feel of her soft skin. She was already out of her jeans and panties. The scent of her desire had already filled the small tent.
"There is not a moment I can get you out of my fucking head Wolf," Dean accused. "I hurt so much because I'm too scared to save your soul, when I wish I could just be with you."
{{She talks too fucking much,}} Cerberus growled as he felt her move. She was taking the rest of her clothes off.
"Zip up the tent Wolf," Dean ordered and he obeyed as she shed her clothes. "Remember when you touch my neck and our power just feeds off each others getting more and more powerful?"
Castiel nodded and hoped she could see it in the dark. He moved toward her and like Anael had moments ago Dean did, and with a much better reaction (and embarrassingly fast too). "Baby easy," Castiel growled, and Cerberus started to try coaxing Dean's energy out to play.
It made Castiel feel better when he sensed her desire spike at his sudden hardness. Her emotions were running along his skin.
Dean didn't notice when Cerberus whispered to Castiel. {{Thank you for the fuck,}} his gravely laughter urged Castiel toward his mate in the dark pressing into the tunnel of her squeezing fingers as he took her lips.
As he moved closer Dean had assumed that he would go straight for her neck. Since he knew that was what she wanted Castiel made sure to keep his lips away teasingly. He felt her retaliate by lightening the stroke along his shaft, slowing her tempo. With a soft snarl he moved quickly to her neck his lips merely a whisper along her skin but she gasped thinking he was going to attack the mark.
"Can you get rid of him before you're inside me?" Dean asked quietly as his hands cupped her breast.
"I do not know," Castiel realized he would have to call his wolf, and help her call her own power. He knew the easiest way, and it wasn't by teasing her.
It was a wild ride once he moved his mouth along her mark, using tongue and the barest points of his teeth. Castiel had to concentrate on not thrusting against Dean's pumping fist.
{{Do you know how fuckin' long it's been since I could fuck a woman without hurting her?}} Cerberus fought Castiel as he tried to push the beast away. {{Bleeding them and getting off on the pain enough to fuck them with it?}}
Castiel whimpered as he got a slash of fiery claws and Dean went still. "I get to stay," Cerberus growled and Dean's eyes went wide.
Although Dean regretted the little trickle of fear she was sure it was the demon's flavor. His hand captured her face and she could feel the strength in the fingers when she resisted his grip.
"Don't be scared of me kitten I won't hurt you," Cerberus growled into her ear his hot breath hissing along her neck the power sizzling over her bite mark. "Please," the gravely voice whimpered.
Castiel tried to shake Cerberus off. He wasn't in total control but it was a close thing.
He hadn't gone soft and Dean wondered if it hurt he was so hard to her touch. "Hold on Sugar," Castiel whispered as he leaned in and kissed along the mark at the same time he rubbed his finger along her clit with an edge of his energy. She bucked against his touch and squeezed him almost too tight.
Cerberus wasn't going to be gentle long. Castiel played with Dean easily pushing two fingers inside as he pressed with his thumb and it wasn't long at all until she was slick with desire. It was Cerberus that pushed her back into the pile of sleeping bags and moved between her legs.
Castiel took his fingers in his mouth and the taste of her made him close his eyes with a hum of pleasure. Cerberus growled as he threw Dean's legs on either side of his head and went in for his own taste with tongue, lips and teeth devouring her.
With just Castiel's small taste the demon Cerberus wanted more and his hunger had Dean writhing on the down sleeping bag her hips moving with his tongue. Dean's energy only got stronger building the more his did as he attempted to keep control of the ravenous demon.
Like they were competing Dean's jaguar powered up just as much as Castiel. Their beasts fed off one another but Cerberus was along for the ride they energy not enough to get shake him.
Dean was quickly approaching the point where she was as close as she had ever gotten to her jaguar. Castiel didn't know if they should push her closer when they were so weak on control. Castiel could end up a three-headed dog and Dean a jaguar.
{{Fuck her!}} Cerberus growled barely-human deep in Castiel's mind. {{Do it! Fuck her now!}}
Castiel rolled Dean over onto her stomach and his fingers dug into her hips as he pulled her ass back to fit along the cradle of his hips against his groin. He took a steadying breath as he moved along the line of her ass his attempt at restraint wavering as she adjusted her legs to fit him behind her wiggling against him as she widened her stance.
Cerberus was right alongside him now pushing nearly too hard for Castiel to fight as his passion grew. Why fight him when they both wanted the same thing? Somehow Castiel knew that was Cerberus's reasoning not his.
"Fuck," Castiel didn't know if it was him or Cerberus who said it as he slid inside pushing forward until he was pressed as tight as he could. "So wet...damn baby you feel so good I want to stay like this."
She was still so tight he had to fight for the last few inches, and it was Cerberus who fought growling as Dean cried out at their strength.
Castiel eased his grip as Dean took over moving back into his thrusts. They moved frantically together their bodies making fleshy thuds as they met.
Castiel had to slow their motions as he reached down to stimulate Dean's clit and she gasped her moaning nearly constant as they rocked.
Before he could focus enough of his power and attention to keep Cerberus from taking partial control the demon withdrew from Dean, his grip on her hips just on this side of pain. Dean cried out in disappointment as he left her and tried to move back against him.
Cerberus held her hips still and fitted the head of his penis against her ass. Castiel only had a moment to go along for the ride as his body thrust forward.
A scream tore out of Dean's lips as Cerberus pushed into her tight ass using his inhuman strength to push farther in. By the time Castiel snatched back control he was pressed tight up against Dean's ass.
"Oh God," Castiel wanted to stay but he hadn't gotten to warn Dean or make her ready for anal sex and he knew his size required a much slower speed—
"No!" Dean protested as Castiel made himself withdraw. He stilled as he felt her manipulate her own clit. "Cas..." She pleaded. "Deeper..." She panted as Castiel moved to lean over her.
With a grip on her shoulder Castiel pressed his chest to the curve of her spine until he could brush her hair aside to get to her neck his lips moving over the bite mark. Castiel felt her power growing beyond anything he'd felt from her before as he snapped his hips with strength beyond his current human shell.
He tried bringing their energy together - mingling them - joining them like their bodies were joined and they skyrocketed. Castiel had to grit his teeth together to contain the cry of pleasure as he felt an orgasm rip through him and into her. She tried not to scream but Castiel was sure some lycanthrope heard.
As they floated down afterward Castiel felt Cerberus stir and he grinned. {{Enjoy that?}} He asked the demon.
{{Fuck yes I think I never need sex again,}} Cerberus laughed.
{{Hope so,}} Castiel saw Dean look over her shoulder and their eyes connected. {{Good-bye.}}
{{What—}}
Castiel squinted his eyes and tried to eject the demon.
{{You're trying too hard,}} Dean teased and where Cerberus was fighting against Castiel there was suddenly nothing.
{{Just like that?}}
{{Mm-hm,}} Dean closed her eyes and snuggled down into the sleeping bags and into his arms.
Castiel felt her fall asleep her heart still thudding from their tussle moments ago. Just like that, Castiel thought to himself with a sad smile. Amazing.
