Chapter Seventy Seven! Woot. Hey guys for the upcoming chapter I'm going to need fan questions for Angel and Dean. So if you could tweet a question to them for an interview. What would you ask? Not all of them are going to make it into the next chapter, but I will keep the questions for another time.

European Tour Wednesday: May 14, 2014

Angel gasped as Dean hit Curtis Axel with a huge drop kick that sent the poor man flying backwards and out of the ring. She watched as he came crashing down onto the floor near her feet, his limbs twisting in every which way. She prayed that they weren't broken.

The crowd went nuts and Dean screamed as he matched his way over towards the ropes. "I dare you to put your hands on Angel again! I dare you!" He gripped the top rope so tightly in his hands that his fingers turned white almost instantly.

Angel sighed as she looked from Dean to Axel. She knew he was talking about what happened on Monday, when she stupidly ran into the ring to help Roman. Axel was the one who pushed her out of the ring. Granted she didn't think he meant to knock her to the floor, but Dean didn't care out semantics.

Feeling slight bad for Axel, she looked back up at the raving mad looking man in the ring. Their eyes met and he winked at her. Only to then turn around and run right into a huge right hook from Ryback.

…

"One, two, three." Angel counted along with the crowd as Dean pinned Axel after a Dirty Deeds. "Yes!" She clapped as she rushed into the ring and over to the man who was pounding his chest while he let out a battle cry.

"That's the way you do it!" Roman came over and clapped him and Seth on the shoulder. Seth and Dean smirked as they turned to each other and gave high fives.

"Good job." She smiled at him as soon as she his attention. Dean smirked back as he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her towards the ropes.

"Shield. Shield. Shield." The crowd cheered.

"You wanna see the Triple Powerbomb?" Dean called making the fans that could hear him cheer louder.

"I think they do." She laughed.

"Alright, let's do this!" Roman called as he walked to the middle of the ring.

Dean gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before pulling away to meet Seth over in the corner where Ryback had been laying ever since he got hit by a Curb Stomp.

Roman called for the move and they lifted the man up and placed him on his shoulders.

Readying for the move, Angel gripped the ropes hard, just in time for Ryback to come crashing down to mat.

The crowd grew louder.

Angel joined the boys near the ropes as they showboated. As she looked around at all the signs that were help up for them, she noticed a very familiar looking group of girls.

She made a metal note that they just so happened to be wearing less clothing then they were at the airport but shook it out of her head as she looked at their signs. One said 'Shield. Sierra, Hotel, India, Echo, Lima, Delta.' Another said; 'When It Reigns it Pours' and the last said 'I'm An Ambrose Girl.' Which surprise, surprise was being held up by the blond.

"You alright there?" Dean asked as a heavy weight draped over her shoulders.

"Our friends are here."

"Friends?" She pointed them out. "Ah." He sighed as he got Seth and Roman's attention. The two of them called out to the girls and pointed at their signs. But Dean just stood there leaning against her. "Do you need to show them that I'm yours again?" He said sounding hopeful.

Angel shook her head and smiled. "Nah. I'm good."

"Oh?"

She pushed herself up onto the middle rope and pointed towards the blonde's sign. "So am I!" She called loud enough that the whole front section turned around to look at where she was pointing. A displease look came over the woman's face as she lowered her sign down a bit.

She hated that it made her fell almost proud that she got a one up on the girl but when she turned towards Dean to see a longing look on his face any bad feelings she had went away.

"So, you're an Ambrose girl, huh?" He chuckled as he held the ropes open for her.

"Yeah, I'm his biggest fan." She winked as she ducked through the ropes.

…

Angel laughed as Dean flopped into the bed next to her making her pop off the mattress slightly. "You alright over there?" She asked as she finished up her work on her laptop. Though her only answer was a mumbled mess of him talking right into the pillow. "What am I going to do with you if you're already this way and it's only day one?"

Another mumble.

"Dean." She sighed as she shut her laptop and pushed at the man's arm. "I can't understand you if you keep talking into your pillow."

She heard the man sigh as he turned his head and looked at her. "I said that my ribs hurt from the bear hug that Ryback gave me."

A bear hug wasn't what Angel would have called it but whatever. She wasn't going argue with the man on the other end of the move. "You going to be ok?"

"Yeah, I just think the big man popped a rib out of place."

Her eyes widened. "Should we get you checked out before tomorrow?"

"Nah." He rolled onto his side with grunt. "I'll be fine." He pressed his hand against his sigh. She went to tell him that they really should get it looked at when, she realized what he was doing. He was trying to pop his rib in all on his own.

"Dean!" She gasped as quickly put her computer to the side and rolled over to stop him. "Don't…" The way she launched herself at him was harder than she originally planned and the arm she was holding herself up with ended up slipping causing her to fall straight down.

D.D.D

The groan that was in Dean's throat died as Angel's face planted in his lap. He knew that it was an accident, knew that that's not what she was aiming for, that she just slipped when she tried to stop him from popping back his rib. But damn if it wasn't making his mind run wild.

Angel used his leg and the bed to push herself up. "Sorry." She blushed as she sat back on her knee. Which hell that didn't help the fantasy that was playing I his head.

"Don't be." He ran his fingers through his hair. I should be the one saying sorry. He adjusted the way he was laying.

"You didn't do what I think you did?" She asked.

Dean cocked his head; he wasn't sure certain what she was asking. "Huh?"

"Did you really pop your rib back in?

"Oh?" He felt relief hit him when she didn't ask if he popped a boner. Because he most certainly did that. "Nah." He sighed as he rubbed his sore side. "It's not really popped out just feels like it."

She could see the relief rush to her face. "Good, you had me worried there." She said as she made her way back to where she was before, but that didn't make the images in his mind stop.

God he could just see how good she would look as she knelt before him…. "I think I should take a shower." He mumbled as he quickly hopped from the bed, hoping she wouldn't notice the tent in his jeans. But then because he hated himself. He turned his head and asked the question that he asked every time. "Wanna join?"

He cursed at himself.

"As much as I would love to, I need to finish this up." She said as she opened her laptop.

Dean didn't know whether to be glad she wasn't up for a shower with him or disappointed as he made his way into the bathroom. Instantly he started to peel off his ring gear. Groaning, as he practically ripped off his tank top off. His ribs complained with every movement he made. These two weeks where going to be hell on his body.

By the time he was completely naked, his body was just aching to feel that warm water hitting him.

He walked over and turned on the tap. Pursing his lips at the water pressure, he let the thing heat up before stepping in the tub.

Almost instantly his body started to relax against the warm water. Well most of his body. He looked down at his erection. He never thought he would be jacking off more now that he had a girlfriend then when he was single but here he was once again about to take care of himself.

Not even bothering with the cleaning first, Dean took himself in his fist and started the slow methodical pumps of his hands. Lean back against the wall, he let the water fall over his front as his mind wander

In his mind, he saw a timeline where Angel had followed him into the shower. And after he watched her strip out of her road clothes, she led him under the warm waters. He could see the water droplets falling down her smooth skin, over her chest, her stomach, her legs and her mound.

His breath hitched in his throat as imagined her slowly dropping to her knees in front of him. Ever since they started dating, hell even before then he wondered what it would be like to have his throbbing cock in her mouth.

Sure he had blowjobs before. Tons of them. But never from her. Which just made him wonder. How fast would she take him? Would she lap at him? Tease him with that tongue of her. Would she gaze up at him with those hazel eyes as she bobbed her head on him?

He shuddered at the thought.

God, would she let him be in control, let him tangle his hand into her hair and fuck her face? No, if he knew enough of her past sexual lives, this would probably be her first time.

His back lurched off the tiled wall. Her first blow job. He groaned. He liked being her first. Though he knew that this time it would be torture for him. She was a curious little thing and he was sure that she would 'stumble' her way through her first time giving him head. But god he just knew it would be prefect.

"Fuck." He sighed as he felt himself getting close. His eyes flittered to the back of his skull as he tried to figure out if she would take his cum. Would she be willing to let him cum in her mouth and if so would she swallow it or spit it out. Either was fine for him. He wasn't one to force a woman to swallow that shit.

But dear god if she did….

"Dean?" Angel called as two small knocks came through the small bathroom. "Dean?" She called a little louder.

"Y-yeah." He cleared his voice. "What's up?"

"Seth and Roman want to know if we're hitting the gym tomorrow before we catch the tour bus tomorrow morning or after we get to Newcastle."

"Um." Dean tried to register the question as he stared at his cock that was still in his hand. "Either's fine with me."

"That's what I thought, I just wanted to make sure." She gave a little laugh before she relayed the information to whoever she was talking to on the phone. "Sorry to bother you."

"No problem."

He waited until he heard her walk out of the room before looking back down at himself. "Back to our regularly scheduled program."

A.A.A

Angel let out a deep breath as she gave a roll of her neck and put her computer on the floor near the bed. "Finally." She sighed as she leaned back in the bed. She glanced over to the bathroom where she heard Dean getting ready for bed.

She found herself wondering if she should have taken him up on the offer to shower together. She had been planning to take one in the morning because they headed out for Newcastle, but now that the boys wanted to go to the gym in the morning, there wasn't really time to get a shower before they left.

She slid herself out of bed, grabbed her pjs and made her way up to the bathroom door. "You almost done?" She asked as she peaked her head into the room.

Her eyes widened as they locked right onto Dean who was still naked, leaning over while he dried his legs. Dean stood up and looked at her over his shoulder. "Can I help you?" He smirked.

"Um, I was just wondering if you were finished in here." She swallowed. "I still need my shower." She showed him her pjs.

"Well, what are waiting for. There's enough room for the both of us in here." He laughed as he moved so that he wasn't blocking the tub. "The water pressure is shit by the way."

Realizing Dean wasn't leaving the bathroom anytime soon, Angel sighed as she stepped into the small room. Trying not to stare at the naked man, she quickly stared to get ready for her shower, she grabbed the towel off the rack and placed it on the back of the toilet. She then pulled her shampoo and bodywash out of the case that she had placed on the sink earlier.

Once she realized it was time for her to strip down and get into the shower, her face warmed up so much that the steamed-up room felt cold. Inhaling, she brought her leg up and started with her socks. And even with that simple reveal of her skin, she felt Dean's eyes on her. She felt like she was caught in a predator's gaze and by the way Dean all but stopped drying off, she realized that she had.

There's no reason to be nervous. She told herself. He's already seen you naked. So, what's the problem. She asked as she tossed her socks to the side. Hands shaking, she brought them up to her jeans and unbuttoned them, the zipper came down with ease.

"Something wrong?" Dean voice jolted her. "You're shaking." Of course, he saw that. "Do you need help?"

He pushed himself from the sink, threw his towel into the tub before stepping in front of her. "I'm…I'm fine." She glanced up at his face to see him raise a brow, like he was challenging her.

"Are you sure about that?" He said as he folded his arms over his bare chest.

Oh, too aware that he was naked, Angel kept her eyes locked on his as she slowly pushed her pants down, only to hear a groan come from Dean as she worked the denim over her ass, before letting them drop to a pool on the floor.

Using his shoulder for support, she kicked out of the jeans sending them over to where her socks sat. One down. She sighed as she stepped back, giving herself just enough room to take her shirt off, earning another groan. She felt Dean's hand rest on her hips as she tossed her shirt away.

"God, darlin'" He smirked as his eyes ran lazily up and down her body that was only covered by her bra and underwear. "If you keep up this show, I'm going to have to take another shower."

She blushed. "Y-you acted as if I'm giving you a striptease or something…"

"To me baby, you are." He said his voice dropping down low. "And you're doing a very good job at it. So please continue."

A weird sense of pride filled her and fueled her just enough that she could continue undressing with him watching her with those intense eyes. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra with ease before letting the straps fall down her arms until the whole thing fell to the ground.

Dean's hands gripped her hips harder and she could feel his fingers snake under the waistband of her underwear. Their eyes locked as he slowly pushed them down, she felt him give run his palms slowly over backside before letting her panties hit the floor.

Her body shivered as those calloused hands landed back on her hips. "Fuck." Dean leaned his forehead against hers. "How do you affect me like this?" She was asking the same question.

Though before she could tell him that, his lips were hard against hers. Their bodies pressed together, every inch of them touching. And she couldn't ignore the warmth that was resting on her thigh.

"Dean." She gasped against his lips as he picked her up and set her on the sink. The cold tile making her shiver slightly as he stepped in between her legs.

"Angel." He smirked before his mouth then descended onto hers once more. The contact was gentle completely different from what she was expecting but hey that normally when it came to Dean. Then she felt the wet warm of his tongue running over her lips.

"Open for me, Angel." He old her as he licked her lips again.

Without question she parted her mouth and almost instantly he invaded her mouth. She melted into him, craving the feeling of his skin on hers. But it wasn't enough, she grabbed onto his shoulders, trying to get closer.

She felt him chuckle against her as he took another step closer, his knees banging against the sink as he did. She went to pull away to see if he was ok, but the growl that she got form the man kissing her told her not to.

One of the hands on her waist disappeared, only for her to feel a rough palm on the back of her neck. It was like he was holding her there. Like she would go away.

Suddenly as if a switch flipped, Dean's mouth moved harder and faster on hers. His tongue searched all her corners until there wasn't a part of her mouth he hadn't claimed. His free hand ran around her body. She felt him rubbing figures up and down her stomach, her arms, her legs, her chest that was until her body jumped when he swiped one of her nipples.

"Shit." He hissed as he pulled back and looked down at what his fingers were doing. "We'll I guess it's only fair that I got you this worked up, since now this will be the second time for me."

Her mind just barely caught what he said. "What do you mean second time."

"Well, your little tumble in the bed had my mind racing about these beautiful lips and I had to work one out in the shower."

Her eyes widened for a moment as they flicked over the tub. "You mean you…"

"Jacked off? Oh yeah, you caught me in fact, when you came in asking about the gym. I was right in the middle of it. Well more like the end but you know same thing."

Angel thought back and realized that she had heard his voice break at one point. At the time she thought it had to do with how much pain he was in but now, now knowing that it was because he was masturbating a rush of heat hit her hard.

"What's my little mix thinking about?" Dean brushed his thumb against her lips, which made her realize that she was biting her bottom lip. "Are you thinking about me jacking off? And how you were so close to seeing me doing it?"

She wasn't but she was now. Good god, what would she do if she walked in on him? Standing in the shower, the water running over his body while his strong hand moved up and down on his cock.

"Did you want to catch me?" Dean asked. "Did you want to see me fucking my own hand as I though about you on your knees in front of me."

Her eye widened. "What? You were thinking about me on…"

His lips cut her off and then his tongue took over again. Angel went to push him back to finish the conversation but as his heat poured into her, she forgot what she was trying to talk about.

An approving noise came from Dean as he drew her bottom lip between his teeth. Gasping into his mouth, she put her hands on his arms and ran her fingers along his muscles. Every time she felt these strong arms around her, she was in awe.

"You know." He said letting go of her lip. "It shouldn't surprise me that you would like to see me jack off. You know that?"

"What do you mean." She tried to catch her breath.

"You're my biggest fan, aren't you?" Angel blushed as she remembered what she had after their match with RybAxel. "Right?" He said as his lips graced her ear.

"Yes." She breathed.

"You want to know a secret?" He asked, his breath tickling her.

"Sure."

"I'm your biggest fan." He said as he rolled his hips into her. His erection rubbed against her core making her throw her head back.

"Dean…."

"What is it, darlin'" He chuckled as he did it again.

The friction reminded her of the other night when they used each other's body to get off. Her body apparently realized where this was heading too, as a sudden rush of pleasure rushed through her. It was so intense that she couldn't help herself as her hands latched onto his shoulder, her nails digging in.

"Fuck!" Dean almost screamed out as his body shuddered and his head fell against her shoulder.

"You ok?" She asked.

"Better than." When he looked back up, those baby blues were almost completely dilated.

Angel cocked her head at his reaction. Did he like a bit of pain? It was something she had always wondered, due to the nature of his job. But now she was wondering if he really like it. She thought back to when he wanted her to bit him.

Again. She shivered as he remembered the lust in his voice when he held her mouth to his arm.

She dug her nails into him again and his body jumped, his hips surging forward, and she felt the tip of his cock hit home making her gasp.

"Easy there, sweetheart." His voice was low and rough.

She did it again, this time she let her nails slide down his back a little.

"Angel!" He yelled out before dropping his head once more. "I'm trying to keep control here."

"Control?" She panted.

"Yeah, I'm about two seconds away from making a big mess out of you." He gave her a kiss on the neck. A kiss that quickly turned into body melting kisses.

As he forced her to cock her head to the side to give him better access, Angel tried to figure out what was so wrong with him making a mess of her. He had done it before a few times, and she loved every moment of it. Why not once more?

As if her body was wondering the same thing, she ran her hands back up his strong back. She used the moment to pull him in closer, his mouth still attacking her skin with no signs of letting up. When he gave her a nip on her jawline, she dragged her nails down his back, all the way down his spine.

A broken noise came from the man as he arched his back against her like a cat asking to pet. Those dark eyes snapped to her face. Her body froze from what she saw in them. "Angel." He growled low. "Fuck it." He scooped her off the sink before walking out of the bathroom and over to the big bed that sat in the middle of the room.

He didn't set her down, he threw her. Making her yelp as she bounced across the thing. Though before she could move away or do anything, he grabbed her by the wrist and forced them up over her head.

"Darlin'" His drawl held the word longer then normal. "Do you want me to make a mess of you? Because that's what's going to happen." He moved his hold, so both her wrists were in one hand, while his now free hand ran down her body. "Oh god am I going to make a mess of you."

He ducked his head down and kissed down her collar bone until he got to her chest. He then left very slow, very deliberate kisses around one of her aching nipples, taunting her with his hot breath.

"You didn't answer my question, Angel." He said as he leaned up just enough that he could look her in the eyes. "Do you want me to make a mess out of you?" He latched onto her awaiting nipple making her jump.

"Dean." She wigged in her spot, trying to pull her arms out of his hold.

"We've been over this before, if you don't tell me what you want, I won't know. I'm not a fucking mind reader." He nuzzled her.

She tired to answer him this time, she really did but the feeling of his hand running down her thigh broke her attention from forming words. His hand felt like fire on her skin as he moved closer and closer to her core.

Though right as she thought he would touch her, he stopped. Dean chuckled as the whimper that made its way out of her. "Someone is eager." He leaned up and gave her a quick kiss. "Don't worry, Deano will give you want you want."

She jumped at the sudden contact, but Dean's hand against her wrist held her firmly in place.

"You got to part those thighs of yours, I'm a bit wider than that." He joked as he nudged her legs apart with his own, giving her a groan of approval when she let them fall for him. "Atta girl." He winked as she felt his finger run up along her.

She gasped a shocked breath.

"I know I've said this before, but Angel you're beautiful." He told her as his eyes ran from her face downwards. As his eyes got to where his fingers played with her, the look on his face darkened. "So, fucking beautiful."

Angel turned her face away to hide it, trying in some way to get away from the predatory look on Dean' face but it was futile as he still had her hands pinned under his.

D.D.D

Dean smirked at himself as he gazed down at Angel. He had her right where he wanted. Her laying under him, under his control, as she wiggled and tired her best to get away. He licked his lips as he ran his eyes up and down her body.

He could still feel the small bits of pain from where her nails dug in and only fueled his want for her. Fueled his need. He had to fight the urge to stroke himself as he petted her.

"You know…" He grunted as he shifted in his spot. "You found one hell of a trick there."

He leaned up so that he could give her a kiss. She didn't meet his kiss; she was too busy trashing against him. So, he turned his attention to her neck. He ran his tongue down her skin, tasting her. He roamed around until he found the spot he was looking for, the spot that made her body tense and a small squeal come her.

"But remember, darlin' I have a few of my own." He mumbled against her skin.

When her body started to vibrate against him, he switched tactics and pressed a finger against her entrance. Her body tensed for a moment but relax as he pushed into her.

"That's it." He praised her as he worked his finger in and out her tightness, while he made circles on her clit with his thumb. When she was undulating under him, he added another finger which she took with a small moan.

Little minx. He smiled down at her. She was no longer fighting against his hold, no. She was laying there talking her pleasure, her eyes shut, her mouth open as she panted. Just the slight of her made his cock throb. He feared that he would come without even touching himself.

"D-Dean." Her she shook as her eyes flashed open and locked him.

"You know what to do." He felt her pussy clench against his fingers. "Let it happen, baby."

"Oh." Her breathing became desperate.

He curled his fingers upwards and she let out a loud yell. "Dean!"

"That's it, come for me."

Her body went tense, straining against his hold as she arched her back and threw her head back. She shook once more. and she came.

Quickly as he felt her milking his fingers, he let go of her wrist and used that hand to cover her mouth, muffling the cries that ripped out of her.

After working her though her climax, Dean slipped his fingers from her and brought them to his lips. He felt his cock twitch as he licked her honey off her his fingers. Moaning, he locked his eyes on Angel and watched as she came down from her high.

A.A.A.

Angel couldn't move, she laid there her hands still over her head, her legs open wide and her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath.

She had been reduced to a puddle of herself only able to open her eyes. Though when she did the sight that had greeted her both confused her and had her spent body tingling again. Dean was kneeling between her legs as he licked his fingers. Which took her a moment to realize that those were the two he used on her. He was licking the fingers that he had just pleased her with.

She blushed furiously as she brought her finally free arms down to cover her face.

The bed around her moved. "What do you think you're doing?" Dean chuckle in her ear. "I told you I was going to make a mess out of you. Do you really think that once is a mess?"

She gasped as she jackhammered off the bed, as she felt him run his finger over her very sensitive clit.

"I don't think so." He growled as he started to play were once more.

In between the eye fluttering pleasure that racked through her body, she peaked up at Dean to see that his erection stood proud still, meaning she was the only one that had gotten any sort of relief. She was the only one being tended to and she didn't like the thought. She wanted him to feel good too.

"Dean." Her voice shook as her body was overwhelmed with the shots of pleasure that ran though her.

"Hm?"

"I…" She gasped as her hips started rocking on their own. "I… don't want to be the only one." She saw as Dean cocked her head. "Not just me." She wiggled trying to tell him what she meant.

A genuine smile came to his face for a moment as he paused and glanced down at her. "Don't worry, sweetheart." The smiled turned back into that wicked smirk. "I'm only getting you worked up for me."

"Ah." Her head feel back as she started to feel that heat, that melting heat that felt like it was starting from her toes and working its way up.

"Just like that."

Suddenly, she went cold as the vibrations stopped. She leaned up to see Dead had gotten up out of the bed and was now standing, digging through his bag. Biting her lip, she looked up and down at his bare back.

Her eyes landed on his butt and her mind flooded towards the girls from the airport. You got a picture, I get this. She smirked to herself just as Dean turned around.

"Wow." He raised a brow. "What are you smirking at like that?"

She shook her head. "N-nothing."

"Nothing?" He crawled back between her legs. "Nothing really? You just happened to be giving me an Earth-shattering smirk for no reason? Not that I'm complaining." He leaned over her so that he was holding himself with the hands that sat on either side of her head.

"I was just thinking."

"About?"

"You."

He smiled as he readjusted himself. She gasped as she felt his length press up against her. "Well…Well doesn't that make me a happy camper." He grunted; his face twisted up in what looked like pain.

Feeling bad that he had let himself go so long that he was now in pain, Angel wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled him into a quick kiss. Though when she was about to pull away, he moved so that he would snake his hand under her head and smashed his lips against hers.

It was a greedy kiss, one that he was completely in charge of. She was at his mercy as his mouth took hers, as his tongue invade her mouth and coaxed her tongue to play. While she was focused on the kiss, she had completely missed Dean's hand sneaking downwards until he cupped her. She moaned into the kiss.

"You ready?" He asked against her lips.

Trying really hard to clear her head, Angel nodded. "Yes."

"Hand me a pillow." He said as he sat up a bit.

Angel grabbed the pillow that rested on the bed above her and handed it to him. "What…"

Before she could finish her question, he lifted her butt up off the bed and slipped the pillow under her. "Support." He mumbled as he glanced down at her.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Angel watched as Dean tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth, before putting the thing on. Noting the small hiss he let out as he unrolled the thing down his length.

Without a word, he leaned back down so that he was hovering over her, holding himself on one arm. She could see his muscles twitching as he grabbed himself and lined himself up. As she felt pressure against her opening, she laid back and took in a deep breath.

This was only their second time have sex and she knew that it was going to start a lot like last time. She was proven right as uncomfortable stretching feeling hit her.

"Shit." Dean grunted as he slowly pushed his hips forward. As he sank a bit farther in, those baby blues landed on her face. "Are you ok?" He asked holding himself still.

She nodded, not trusting her voice.

"Are you sure, because if you're hurting, we can stop." The tone in his voice was one of a man holding back. His deep, rough voice was somehow an octave lower and raspier.

"I'm fine, really I am." She wrapped her arms around the man.

He shuddered in her arms as he started to move again. As his hips worked with small rocking movement, his fingers found her clit again and she was once again hit with that overwhelming pleasure.

"You're so sensitive." He gave a weak smirk. "I love that I can get you off just by rubbing your clit." She cried out as his dirty words echoed in her ear making him chuckle. "You never cease to amaze me."

She was about to ask him what he meant when something inside of her send a blinding pulse though her. Once then twice. That coil in her started to tighten. "Dean." His name was the only word her mind could even progress.

Dean. Dean. Dean. Dean. She cried his name to the rhythm of his hips.

"Ah," His head fell against her neck. "So, tight."

"Dean!" She screamed as the hand between their bodies playing with her clit sped up somehow. "Oh god." She felt herself tipping over. Black spots hit her vision, her body seized up and her mouth opened as a silent scream pushed through her. The coil snapped.

"That's it, baby." He cooed her as he placed a kiss on her neck. He so lovingly helped her come down once more from that high.

Though once she floated back down, she realized that he was still hard as can be in inside her. He hadn't finished yet.

When she shifted to make sure of what she was feeling, Dean let out a groan. Their eyes locked and that told her everything that she needed to know. He was truly going to make a mess out of her.

The thought at her toes curling already.

"Oh?" Dean chuckled as he caught her lips. He pulled her bottom one in and bit down. "You ready to go again?"

"Again?"

"Again."

Just like that Dean started to move again, her over worked and sensitive body twitched and squirmed with each movement.

How did he affect her like this? He had just worked out two blind blowing orgasms out of her and he wanted her to come once again and her body was obeying his command.

The hand that played with her was suddenly lost as he caged her with both his arms. "Fuck me." He murmured as he picked up his speed until she was helpless to just take his thrusts. "You got…you got me in a bad way."

She had him in a bad way? What about how he had her?

That flash of pleasure shot through her once again making her cry out as she grabbed onto his arms for support.

"Not going to last…"

Through her wet eyes, Angel saw Dean's face twist once more time in pain, felt his body tremble against her. She could feel his cock pulsing inside of her. Somehow, she knew he was so close but was holding back. Why? Why wouldn't he just let go.

D.D.D.

Just a little longer. He yelled at himself. He wanted to work her up for the third time. This time however he was doomed not to follower her. Wasn't going to be able deny the pull of her pussy as he demanded him to give her his everything.

He was already on the verge, could feel his come rising in his cock.

Just a little longer.

He shivered as Angel's hands ran up his arms. Her delicate fingers tracing over his muscles making them contract again her touch. A tender touch that brought him just a bit of control back.

That was until those same fingers dug into his skin and raked down his back. Flashes of white filled his vision and he arched up and let out a cursed yell.

His vision cleared and he looked down at the woman under him. His control snapped.

Letting out an animalic growl like noise, Dean's hips fired like a piston. Hard and fast. He could hear their skin slapping together with each pump, could hear Angel's gasps and moans as she grabbed onto him.

Those sinful nails in his back making his pleasure build. He had told her before that she had found a new trick and she did. The witty little minx had realized that he liked a bit of scratching and she was using it again him.

When she called his name again and her body shook with need, he sat up on his knees, dragging her along with him. Her arms flew to his neck as she held onto him for deal life. The knew angle, made her cry out as he plunged into her deeper than he could before.

"Angel." He groaned. He didn't have much time life. His mouth latched to her neck and he sucked hard. "Come for me baby." He told her. "One more time."

"Dean." Her hands tangled up in his hair as she threw her head back.

Pride filled him as he felt her starting to come. As she screamed out in abandonment, Dean closed his eyes, gave a few more powerful thrusts and followed her.

When his body gave the final jerk and he was spent. He slowly laid her back down, letting himself slip form her a small. Chuckling when a small moan came from her.

Almost falling over, Dean pulled back so that he was once again on his knees. He looked down at himself and sighed before looking back at her. He had kept his promise. He had made a mess out of her. She laid there without a care in the world, her body flush from sex, her hair a mess, her legs fallen open and her eyes close.

Not taking his eyes off her, Dean pulled off the condom and tried his best to work his way to the edge of the bed. When he rose to his wobbly legs, he had to use the wall to catch him as he stumbled to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and get a washcloth to clean them up.

When he ran the cloth under the water, he heard a deep sigh come from behind him. He turned to see Angel standing there on her own set of wobbly legs, looking like she was ready for bed.

"What's wrong darling?"

"I just remember I still have to take a shower." Her voice was raspy from her screams.

He chuckled as he realized that she had been coming in for a shower before this all started. "Want me to join?" He winked at her.

"No." She said with a strong tone in her voice. "I would like to go to bed sometime soon and if you join me the shower will take twice as long."

"Ture."

Skovko: Lol. Bella's theme really sums up the whole thing. Thanks for the review.

BrookeWorm3: I'm glad you liked the chapter. I loved writing it. I hope you liked this one as well.

Guest #1: Another date in Europe. I don't think this is what you meant but they did get some alone time. Lol Angel really did put her claim on Dean.

Samcoo 12: Thank you for the review! I know what you mean about the stable thing. I do wish that they handled the Shield a bit better. I hope you liked this chapter as well.

Clarilpz: I'm glad you get excited for the story. That makes me want to write more and more. Trust me I'm not looking forward to Seth's betrayal either. It's going to be so hard to write. Good think I already know what's going to happen.

Katara Melody Cullen: I'm glad you enjoyed it. I tried to make sure she handled it with some grace. And I'm glad you thought that bored Dean is funny.

Labinncslove: I'm glad you think so. Seth's Betrayal is coming up so fast that it's almost like a deadline. Gah...

Canadice: Well have another happy dance! I'm glad you liked the chapter it was fun to write. I hope this chapter will help with the greed.

Jessica Wood2: I'm so glad you loved the chapter. Renee at one time got death threats from Dean's fans which I think is shitty. I mean I would give him a hug and that's it. And that's coming from a girl whose writing about a fake character having sex with him...wow that sounds weird now that I typed it out.