what's he gonna do?
Dean watched Lisa carefully as she toyed with her hair, biting her lip anxiously.
'I...' She trailed off, mumbling, and Dean growled, grabbing her arm.
'You what?' He snapped.
'I watched him, okay? Castiel asked me to, said he'd pay me to watch Sam and make sure he didn't get killed... But not to intervene unless it was completely, life-threateningly important...'
Dean growled, taking a menacing step forward. 'You... Never thought to tell me that my brother was selling his body to assholes?' He spat, death-glaring her.
'Castiel wouldn't let me...' She whispered. 'I wanted to, I did, but I couldn't, he wouldn't let me, he said he was going to stop it soon... And he did. He picked Sam up, and... Well. I figure you know the rest...'
Dean glared at Lisa. 'How long were you watching him for?'
'About a week, or so. Before Castiel realized he could claim his mate.'
'They're not dogs.' He growled, the tense slope of his shoulders dropping a little, and he smiled weakly, figuring a subject change was best and he'd kill Cas when he got home. 'So... Why don't you tell me how you and Ben have been doing?'
SAM PoV
If I'd known right then what Dean was stating, about us not I'd have laughed hysterically. As it were, I was knelt with my hands tied to the headboard, chest and knees on the sheets and cheek pressed into the bed as I watched Castiel's movements anxiously, whining pitifully.
He'd been shopping. In the fun 'let's buy a sailor outfit' shop.
Cas crouched by my ass, kissing his way up my thighs slowly as I trembled, licking my balls as my legs spread automatically, making him laugh.
I groaned, hips thrusting back desperately. He'd been torturing me for so long... He licked his way along my cock slowly, teasingly.
'Cas...' I hissed. 'Pl-please, just f-fuck me...'
'Tell me how you want it... Hard? Fast? Deep?'
I groaned, hips shifting tensely. 'Y-yes.. A-all of th-that...'
He rocked forward, pushing into me quickly, grasping my hips hard enough to bruise. 'S-So tight for me... S-so hot...' He growled a little as his hips thrust fiercely, making me wince and moan, knowing I wouldn't sit straight for a week.
'J-Just f-for y-you...' I ground out, hips pushing back, shuddering when he hit my prostate. 'Ah! H-harder, C-Cas...'
My angel obliged willingly, whimpering when my ass tightened around him, stroking a wingtip over my ribs, making me shiver. 'I'm g-g-go-g-Gah!'
He laughed, kissing me between the shoulderblades as he wrapped his hand around my straining cock, flicking a thumb gently over my weeping head, making me explode instantly on his hand and the scratchy motel sheets, body shaking as he came in my ass, licking my spine.
'Did you like that, baby?' He rasped in my ear, nibbling my throat. I just whimpered as he untied me, pulling me into his arms, and he licked the come from his hand slowly, teasingly. I nodded, watching his tongue twist around his fingers the way it had in my ass not one hour ago. Kissing him gently, I yelped when what felt like a torrent of balls -as in, spheres, not...- landed on my head.
'Really?' Castiel laughed, glancing up at his brother. 'Really?'
'You said you wanted some of my chocolate! Maltesers rock! And I figured I'd wait till after you stopped screwing the baby Winchester before throwing them at you. And covered up.' He added, shooting a wry glance at the sheets over us, and the come crusting them, making me blush.
'Do you feel no shame?' I asked, genuinely curious. He shook his head instantly.
'Never.' He answered, grinning.
'Wait till you get married. I'm speaking. And then, Gabriel, you will be embarrassed enough for your lifetime. Because I know everything about you, Brother.' Cas smirked, and Gabriel scowled.
'You wouldn't.'
'Oh ye-'
The door slammed open, and Dean stood there, breathing heavily, glaring at Castiel. 'You. Knew.'