Thank you guys so much for the reviews. I hope this is turning out alright for you.
I warn that the beginning is a little nasty…at least for me. And it's a little nastier towards the middle but…I must rate this chapter M for mature for some Destiel sexiness. :D
Chapter contains somewhat public smut! Warning!
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Chapter 102: Vegas 3:
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Dean smirked as he stared at the picture of Castiel giving him a lap dance. He glanced over at the angel, seeing his eyes squint and head tilt to the side. They changed the picture but Dean kept his focus on Castiel. He leaned over to whisper, "I hope you plan to do that again…this time when we can remember."
Castiel smiled and turned to Dean, his blue eyes gleaming from the light.
"Michael, really? Are you that much of a mean drunk all the time?" Balthazar's voice came and Dean focused his attention back to the screen where Michael was tripping a man wearing a Santa suit.
. . .Flashback. . .
Michael just leaned leisurely back against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched Lucifer frighten a drunken man in the bathroom.
"You better get out of here and fast…I can find you wherever you decide to go," Lucifer said in a friendly tone to the man who was staring with widened eyes.
"Lucifer, I think you've scared the man enough," Michael said once he noticed the way the man's heart raced fast enough to nearly cause a heart attack.
Lucifer smirked, "You are lucky my brother is here," he said, "Now go."
The man ran out of the room as fast as he could.
"Was that entirely necessary?" Michael asked once they were alone.
Lucifer smiled as he began to open all of the bathroom stalls, "He beat his wife," he said, "I don't think he'll do it again," he walked into a stall to examine the toilet. Humans were so sickening sometimes.
"What are you doing?" Michael questioned, moving closer so he could see.
"I'm going to rig the toilet," Lucifer said simply as he placed a hand on the porcelain. He smirked as he sent a small amount of grace in it.
"Why are you going to do that?" Michael asked, lifting his eyebrows as he watched Lucifer move to the next one.
"It's funny," Lucifer mused as he did the same to the second one, "Next time someone tries to flush, everything inside the bowl with shoot up at them."
"That is very revolting," Michael noted.
"Exactly," Lucifer said as he moved about the rest of the stalls, rigging each toilet. He jumped up and swiftly moved to the sinks to pretend to wash his hands when the door opened and another drunken man stumbled in.
Michael just watched Lucifer and ignored it as the man went to do his business in a stall. It didn't take long before the horrific scent overpowered. Michael waved a hand to fill the bathroom with air fresheners as he turned back to Lucifer, "What are you doing? Let's go. This is very tedious."
"Wait for it," Lucifer said with a smirk and a moment later, there was a flush followed by the sound of water splashing everywhere in the closed stall.
The archangels each glanced over when the man stumbled out, shouting in disgust as he was covered in his own waste. Michael felt sick just looking at it and Lucifer's wings stiffened in the tell-tale way Michael knew he was trying very hard not to laugh.
"You smell like shit," Michael said as the man walked over, trying to turn on the sinks but Michael had already rigged them so no water would come out.
The man glared at him and shouted obscenities before he stormed out, throwing open the door. Lucifer was hunched over, laughing absurdly loud a moment later.
"What are you two doing in here?" Gabriel asked, glancing around, "Did you do that to the guy?"
Lucifer smirked and Gabriel just shook his head, "Wow. I am afraid to leave you two alone again."
"Where are we off to next?" Lucifer asked Gabriel once he was able to get control of himself.
"Food," Gabriel said, wrinkling his nose in disgust as he glanced at the stall filled with nasty water.
Michael just nodded and went to meet with the others while Gabriel and Lucifer followed.
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Dean sat in between Castiel and Michael and he felt really uncomfortable by how stiff both of them were. Of course he'd get stuck between the two angels who seemed least comfortable in human bodies.
Lucifer sat across from Michael and the two of them seemed to be having some staring contest which Dean was sure Michael was winning. That or they were having some mental conversation.
Gabriel was on the other side of Sam, who was in the middle. He was looking through some book about blackjack. Gabriel was chatting away with some waiter who was laughing at every word.
"Stop it," Michael suddenly snapped, catching everyone's attention. Lucifer just smirked at the annoyance.
The waiter walked away and Gabriel turned to them, "What is going on now?"
"Lucifer, I will hurt you," Michael warned.
Dean grunted when he felt a few of Michael's feathers crack against the side of his head as they flared in annoyance, "Hey, watch it," he said, rubbing his head.
Gabriel just smirked at his brothers before turning to Sam, "Hey…whatcha' reading?"
"What does it look like?" Sam said, not looking at him.
"Are you still mad at me?" Gabriel asked with a frown.
Sam just ignored him and continued reading.
"Oh cold shoulder…do it right then," Gabriel said with a smirk as he snapped his fingers.
Sam stiffened and Dean watched as ice formed over Sam's shoulder.
Dean couldn't help but laugh a little at the angry look Sam gave Gabriel.
"Where is Balthazar?" Castiel asked, finally noticing.
"I'm right here, Cassie," Balthazar said, walking over, "Scoot," he pushed against Castiel to wedge himself in the space that really wasn't there.
Dean felt his head spin when he was mashed more in between Castiel and Michael as Balthazar forced a spot for himself, "I'm going to get crushed," Dean noted taking a hesitant look at Michael, who had turned to look at him with confusion before understanding when he saw another person in the booth. Four guys didn't fit well without nearly sitting on each other's laps.
"So…I have more points," Lucifer said to Michael, who glared at him.
"No you don't," Michael said, "You never mentioned that rigging the toilets was part of the events or I would have done something similar."
"Fine," Lucifer said, "Though I'm going to eat a nice, big meal here…"
"I'll eat something as well," Michael challenged.
"It has to be something odd," Lucifer said, "it's okay if you don't want to."
"What are you two babbling about?" Sam asked, turning to them.
"Oh, would you like another chair?" the waiter asked, noticing the four stuffed on one side of the booth.
"Yes," Dean said quickly.
"No, that's alright," Balthazar said with a smirk as he let an arm sling over Castiel's shoulders.
Dean felt the jealousy pierce through him and he went to move Balthazar's hand but he could barely lift his own arms as they were trapped between bodies. He instead drunkenly decided to bite and he smirked at the reaction he got.
Balthazar let out a low growl as he darted his eyes over. Dean ducked just in time to avoid getting smacked but he slammed his head on the table instead and immediately felt lightheaded.
"What is going on?" Castiel asked with confusion as he felt the movements around him.
"Your human just bit me," Balthazar hissed, pulling his arm back down.
Sam cleared his throat and they noticed the waiter watching them with confusion, probably about the whole 'your human' part. They began their orders with Sam and his usual salad. Dean got his burger and ordered and extra one for Castiel, who said he wanted nothing. Gabriel ordered waffles covered in so much sweet stuff that they deemed it a dessert.
Lucifer scanned the items on the menu to find something he knew Michael wouldn't really like or try. He smirked wickedly and pointed to the menu for the waiter, "I'd like those…make that two," he eyed Michael, who seemed very concerned about what was being ordered.
The waiter nodded simply and wrote something down before taking the menus and leaving.
"What did you order?" Michael questioned cautiously.
Lucifer grinned, "deep fried bull balls."
"Ew dude," Dean said, wrinkling his nose, "That's nasty."
"You humans are nasty to even think of that," Lucifer said, "and the slaughtering of animals is cruel."
"So is the slaughtering of people but it doesn't seem to bother you," Sam retorted.
"Animals are innocent creatures," Lucifer said simply, "they cannot defend themselves."
"And what can we really do to defend ourselves from an archangel?" Dean asked.
"You've managed," Lucifer said with a slight sneer in his voice.
Sam smirked slightly when Gabriel nudged him.
"Well now that we've cleared the fact Lucifer is a PETA rep, I think you should change the order. I might puke if I see you eat that," Dean said, his stomach turning slightly.
"Here, try this," Gabriel said, tossing over a small bottle of the glowing purple alcohol.
"I don't think that's such a good idea," Castiel said, moving to pry the bottle from Dean, who wanted to hold it back.
"Just a shot," Gabriel said.
Everyone shifted their attention when Michael's wings shot out before he left the booth.
Dean rubbed the side of his head, "Those things hurt."
"What is he doing?" Lucifer asked when he noticed his brother standing outside of the restaurant near the window beside them.
Dean moved to the seat where Michael had been to get a little personal space. The waiter was off grabbing another chair.
"I see this ending badly," Sam noted as a man wearing a Santa Suit started walking towards Michael while ringing a little bell.
Balthazar immediately positioned his camera when he knew something good was going to happen.
Everyone watched intently as the man in the suit seemed to walk right into Michael's personal space. After a moment, their mouths were moving and it seemed like they were in an argument. Michael's wings arched high up in the air then folded back down stiffly as the man in the suit pointed at him. It then appeared Michael said something and the man froze before starting to back off the other way.
Lucifer let out a laugh when he noticed Michael throw a foot out in the man's path and the Santa slammed into the ground. He scrambled for a moment before running off.
Dean's heart leapt in his chest when he suddenly had a lap full of archangel. He shoved at Michael and slid more closely to Castiel, who was starting to move as Balthazar gained his own seat.
"Did you really have to sit on me?" Dean growled out in annoyance.
Michael just stared at him, "You were sitting in my spot."
"I don't see your name written on it," Dean retorted, feeling like a child by using that.
"Why would I write my name on a booth in some diner?" Michael questioned.
"May I ask why you decided to bully Santa?" Gabriel asked with slight amusement.
"He was a fraud. He was claiming to use the money to help give children gifts but he was actually using it for his own benefit," Michael explained calmly.
Everyone then began to talk drunkenly amongst themselves and Dean laughed to see Castiel reading through the blackjack book. The food finally arrived and Dean smirked when his burger was placed in front of him.
Once the waiter left, Dean glanced over to see Michael and Lucifer's plates and he felt bile in the back of his throat as one of the deep fried balls was poked.
"Okay I can't do this," Dean said, his stomach twisting and making him feel sick. He immediately stood up and tried to slide out of the booth but he was stunned to find his hips grabbed in vice-like grips as he tried to move over Castiel.
Dean glanced down to see the angel smirk before pulling and the hunter found himself straddling Castiel, "Aw, come on…if their food isn't bad enough, I don't want to see that crap," Sam complained.
Lucifer smirked as he lifted his 'food' and took a bite, all the while challenging Michael, who looked like he was sick just seeing the food.
"Alright, I'm out. That's nasty," Gabriel said, sliding out of the booth. Sam followed then Balthazar and Dean grunted to find himself lifted as Castiel pulled them away from the table as well.
"Where are we going?" Dean asked as he was dragged towards the back of the restaurant. He gasped when he felt Castiel's wings thrash and they were suddenly outside, the crisp air biting at his skin.
"What the…?" Dean started but he was cut off by lips crashing down on his. He let out a moan as he tasted Castiel's dominance in the kiss and he was shoved against a wall. He could tell by the texture on his skin that it was a brick wall. His head spun and limbs felt numb from the alcohol consumption throughout the night but that only made his body heat up more with desire as he felt the angel twist fingers into his shirt, pulling and pushing at the same time.
Dean let out a heavy breath as Castiel's tongue probed into his mouth, tasting and feeling every centimeter. Dean could feel all of the blood rushing to his groin as he dug his fingers into the wings that were stretching around them like a shield.
He tugged on the right feathers and sucked in a breath when a low, throaty growl emitted from Castiel before he nipped at Dean's lip.
"Damn Cas," Dean gasped when the angel began to press hard, determined kisses along his jaw and over his neck.
Dean arched his back, trying to get closer as Castiel moved kisses and nibbles lower, brushing over his collar bone.
There was a swift movement of feathers in his face that made his intoxicated mind spin dizzily but he snapped back to reality when he felt a tug on his jeans as a button was undone.
"Woah Cas," Dean said, staring down at the angel on his knees, blue eyes determined as he started to tug on the fabric.
As much as Dean really, really wanted it, he became more focused on the fact that they were standing outside somewhere, "Cas, we're in public!" he hissed as he tried to hold the loops of his jeans to keep them up but he was no match for Castiel's strength. The angel tugged them down easily, revealing very tented boxers.
Dean felt his skin heat up as fantasies bubbled into his mind but he shook out the thoughts and glanced around to see they were in an alley of some sort and there only had to be about ten feet separating the two buildings they were between. It was too dark to really see anything but what was illuminated by the moonlight.
"Cas," Dean groaned, throwing his head back and grunting when it met brick wall, "Not here."
"Nobody will see us," Castiel said, his voice low and throaty and it made Dean's blood rush more.
"Cas…as much as I'd like – ah," Dean gasped when he felt his boxers yanked down, leaving a cool breeze over his erection. He let out a shaken breath when he felt Castiel's warm breath brush over him.
Castiel inspected for a moment before gently brushing his lips along the length, allowing his tongue to taste and he smiled when Dean moaned and tried to buck his hips. Castiel simply placed a hand on Dean's hip to hold it down before taking the tip into his mouth.
Dean groaned when he tried to get closer to the warmth but he was held firmly down, "Cas," he nearly whined as he felt light brushes of lips and gentle sucks. For a moment, everything stopped and Dean went to look down but he was suddenly enveloped in pure pleasure as he felt Castiel take all of him in at once.
"Sh-ff-Cas," Dean moaned, trying to buck his hips to no avail.
It only took about two minutes of Castiel bobbing his head, dancing his tongue and hallowing out his cheeks for Dean to become a flushed and moaning mess. He clutched onto the arches of Castiel's wings when they rose and he felt the angel hum appreciatively over his erection and Dean just about lost it, throwing his head back into the bricks again but couldn't give a damn. Just from the way Castiel swirled his tongue and hummed made Dean curious to if the angel had done it before. Nobody was that damn good their first time.
Dean managed to glance down and he felt himself close to a peak when his gaze set on glossed over, lust blown eyes staring up at him. Castiel then began to make a purring sound and it shot waves of pleasure through the hunter once more. Dean threw his head back again and gasped in shock when he felt something slide into him from behind. He tried to move his hands to pull away what he figured was Castiel's finger but something was brushed and white hot pleasure sparked through him so intensely that he didn't even realize he was coming until he felt Castiel's cheeks hallow out as he swallowed down every last drop.
Dean knew he was loud when he moaned out Castiel's name followed by a breath of curses as the pure ecstasy made his limbs feel like jelly. His head spun so fast he didn't notice when the finger pulled out and Castiel was standing up again.
Dean shuddered aftershocks as he felt his pants and boxers pulled back up and the angel was leaning against him as he buttoned them. Dean blinked a few times and felt a rush of sheer need when Castiel licked his lips with a seductive smirk on his face.
"Wow," Dean panted but he was pulled into another kiss where he could taste himself and he wasn't sure if it was pleasant or not. A moment later, Castiel pulled away to allow the hunter to catch his breath.
"What was that?" Dean asked, his mind on a high.
Castiel smiled, "Just something I wanted to try," he breathed against Dean's neck.
Dean moaned at the way his entire body lit with sensitivity.
"You guys ready to go?" Gabriel asked as he and Sam appeared in the alley.
Dean felt his cheeks redden more and he stared down for a moment, making sure there was no evidence to what just happened but when he glanced up, Gabriel was smirking knowingly and Sam just seemed disoriented.
"Where are we off to now?" Castiel asked in a light tone.
Dean just stared as a whole new desire for his angel overpowered. He had no idea Castiel could be so aggressive and it was a damn turn on.
"Everyone is already at the casino. We waited behind to look for you two chuckleheads," Gabriel said, shooting Castiel a wink.
Dean suspected Gabriel might have had something to do with Castiel's sudden revelation but he wasn't going to complain. He took a deep breath and wobbled for a moment as he straightened up, "Well…let's go. I need a drink," with that, Castiel grabbed his arm and they took off.
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I sincerely apologize if the smut was odd. I don't write stuff like it often. But…practice makes perfect. Let me know what you think.