My Bloody Valentine

by Kindred Isa

Co-written with Blackfox 12. After facing off with Famine, Castiel realizes that raw hamburger wasn't the best choice to eat, learning all about food poisoning. Dean tries to help him through being ill and his guilt. (This one has food poisoning, pretty much sick Cass, including sick tummy. spanking, and M/M Content.)

My Bloody Valentine

The raw red meat had called to Castiel with his vessel Jimmy's desperate desire for the rotting flesh causing him to endanger the Winchesters. Dean had been counting on him, and he entered the restaurant to kill Famine, only to be tempted. The horseman threw him a large metal tray of raw hamburger, with the angel soon gorging himself on the delicious meat. He had never felt such pleasure, not wanting it to end; but finally managed to stop when Sam stopped Famine. He was free, but now another monster had him in it's cold unforgiving grasp. A monster called guilt.

Dean shook his head, and looked at Sam, knowing that his brother had given in to temptation and drank the demon blood. He couldn't really blame Sam, knowing that Famine had managed to get to everyone… and when he looked at Castiel, he wondered how the angel was doing.

Cass just avoided his boyfriend's gaze, feeling nervous and guilty. "I...Failed you, Dean."

"Let's get back to the motel," Dean said instead of answering. He glanced at his brother.

Sam shook his head. "I'm just..." He swallowed. "I'm gonna go for a walk."

Cass blinked, looking at Sam, uncertain as to what he had in mind. "You are going out now, Sam? Is it safe to go out alone right now?"

Sam shrugged. "We dealt with Famine, right? And the demons are all gone. I need to..." He shook his head, not wanting to continue.

"Get some air? You may be right, and I'll go with Dean to the hotel for a while; but don't be out too late."

"No...I won't be." Sam glanced at his brother, and then quickly left the restaurant.

Dean looked at Castiel, wondering why the angel wasn't looking too good. "We should go back to the motel. We can talk there."

Cass turned and looked at Dean, heading towards the black Impala with his boyfriend, watching Sam go for a walk. He sighed, getting into the car with a soft groan. He was a bit full right now, having been eating so much, but he knew he would heal from it. The guilt would take much more than just his body digesting rotten meat.

Dean got into the driver's side of the Impala and started driving towards the motel. "You going to tell me what's wrong, Cass? Or do I have to guess?"

"Hmm? What do you mean, Dean?"

"Why are you apologising? And being quiet...well, quieter than usual?"

"I don't know. I just feel horrible that I couldn't help you. I went in there to stop Famine, and ended up bent over a vat of rotting meat instead, stuffing my stomach. I gave into temptation, Dean, and you could have been killed."

"Wasn't your fault, Cass. Everyone fell prey to Famine. I'm not blaming Sam, so I'm not gonna be blaming you for it."

"You may not blame me, but I do. I am an Angel of the Lord, and I couldn't lift a finger to help out."

"So you're feeling guilty, huh?" Dean parked the Impala outside the motel.

"Is that what this emotion is, Dean?"

"I'd say yeah. Need me to help you deal?"

Cass sniffled a little, nodding, wanting Dean to forgive him. "I love you and I couldn't protect you. I need you to forgive me, Dean, and punish me for my weakness. "

"I don't blame you, Cass," Dean said, and got out of the car.

The angel got out of the car, still feeling horrible that he had let the horseman destroy his resolve, soon bending over the ground. Cass soon was throwing up the raw burger, unable to keep it in any longer, groaning a little. "Sorry."

Dean shook his head slightly. "You need to have something to drink."

"I think I ate too much. Not used to eating...especially raw meat."

"We need to go into the motel." Dean slipped an arm around Castiel to steady him. "Raw meat isn't the best thing to eat."

"I do not feel well right now," Cass said, stating the obvious about that with Dean helping him getting into the motel. He then groaned, lying on the bed feeling ill, panting a little. "Oooohh...Why did my vessel have to want meat?"

"Could have been worse, Cass. He could have wanted women. Or drink." Dean grabbed the angel a glass of water.

"Women? Uhh, not something I am interested in personally. I would rather have physical relations with you; and drink is the tempation of the Devil."

"You need to rest, Cass."

"I do not feel well, Dean...I should rest, I guess, but the guilt eats me."

"You're not gonna feel much better if we take care of it while you're feeling like this," Dean pointed out.

"You may be right once again, Dean, but I would like to ask that you hold me."

"Don't need to ask." Dean lay on the bed with Castiel, slipping his arms around the angel and holding him tight.

"I love you, Dean, and never dreamed I would be with a human. Certainly not the lovely one I pulled from Hell. You enchanted me even then, and wanted to impress you when I came to you that night. Wanted to make you fall to your knees in awe because I loved you even then. Wanted you more than anything."

Dean smirked a little. "Guessing you wouldn't have gone through with that threat to send me back to hell, huh?"

Cass looked at his lover and smiled. "Oh? I would more than likely wouldn't have done it, but could have done it for a second. You were annoying at first...annoying and beautiful."

"I guess so...But nothing really happened between us until you and Uriel made me torture Alastair."

Cass visibly flinched a little. "Yes, not one of my more graceful Angelic moments, Dean. I forced you to do something that caused you great pain, and am sorry for that. I knew then that I would do anything for you, and was even willing to lose the Grace of Heaven for you."

Dean shrugged. "I know you were sorry for that. Also cause that was the first time I punished you, remember?"

"How could I forget? I couldn't sit for a week on that spanking, Dean, but it was well earned. I still feel sorry about that. I caused you emotional turmoil, forcing you to do that."

"I was more concerned with becoming what I was in hell," Dean admitted.

"I still had to bring up horrible memories that were still too fresh in your mind. I know you were tortured and were forced to hurt others. I am sorry I forced you to relive it."

"Like I said...I punished you for it. But I doubt I would have felt that bad if it had just been Uriel pressuring me into it."

"Still, I hurt you forcing it." Cass groaned a little and pouted. "I am going to be ill...why is this affecting me so?"

"Probably cause you're cut off from heaven." Dean let go of Cass so that he could grab the bin. "If you need to throw up, do it in here. Not on me."

"Ohhh, why did Jimmy have to like red meat...?" Cass threw up with a groan, not liking this new turn of events. "I don't like this."

"Me neither." Dean held Castiel the best he could, concerned about the angel.

The angel finally stopped throwing up and sighed, drinking some water. "This is gross; you know that, right? I find this most unpleasant."

"Most humans do as well," Dean replied.

"I can understand why they do; but believe me, I do not desire meat anymore."

Dean gave a slight grin. "You didn't exactly desire it before we came here, either."

"No, I did not; and I really am not fond of it now," the angel said with a groan, feeling his stomach rebelling. "Why must I suffer this human ailment?"

"Cause you're cut off from heaven and ate raw meat. It's food poisoning you're suffering from."

"I've been poisoned?" Cass gasped and then ran to the washroom, not liking this one bit. "Aghhh, I hate this and hate hamburgers!"

Dean groaned slightly, following the angel to the washroom. "Food poisoning is what you get when you eat food that's not cooked properly...or not cooked at all, in your case."

Cass let out a yelp when Dean entered the washroom, on the toilet with the bowl in front of him. "Dean, I would rather you not see me like this. It makes me weak, and I don't like being weak before the one human I truly love."

"Just letting you know that, if you get a break in the throwing up, you might feel better if you brush your teeth," Dean said, standing just outside the door.

"I am not exactly just throwing up, Dean...Hence being stuck here at the moment. Is there any cure for this?"

"Well, going to the hospital may not be such a good idea. We could try getting tablets," Dean said, not too hopefully.

"Tablets? What sort of tablets?" Cass asked, feeling weak, and threw up again with a groan. "Tablets may be good."

"Are you gonna be okay waiting here while I go and get some?" Dean asked.

"I appear to have little choice in the matter, Dean."

"Do you have your cell phone in case you need to call?"

"Yes, it's in my pants pocket."

"I'll go to the shop, then. If there are any left open in this damn town," Dean muttered.

"I hope so, considering I am a little trapped here for the time-being. Dean, I am sorry I was weak and still am."

"I told you, Cass, it wasn't your fault. But we'll deal with it when you're better."

"I still feel at fault, nonetheless, and wonder if I am truly being punished with this illness."

"Getting sick isn't a punishment, Cass. Just means you ate the wrong thing."

"It feels like punishment to me right now, and I am an Angel of the Lord. I am not supposed to be ill."

"Really can't help it, Cass. You're cut off from heaven, so..." Dean shrugged. "And if you think being ill is punishment enough, I don't have to spank you."

"I am not holding back on the spanking, Dean. I still feel bad about being too weak to help you back there."

"All right." Dean gave a slight sigh. "I'll go to the shop now, see if I can get anything to help."

"Very well." The angel managed to clean himself up and was soon pulling his pants back up. Cass then climbed back onto the bed, needing to rest and get better.

Dean wasn't out for very long, before coming back with some tablets he hoped would help Castiel.

Cass looked up when the door opened, hoping it was Dean, too sick and weak to protect himself at the moment. He was glad when it was his boyfriend, feeling relieved. "Hey...I have to admit that it is really good to see you."

"Still feeling bad?" Dean sat down on the edge of the bed, passing Castiel two of the tablets and some water.

"Yes." Cass took the pills and popped them into his mouth, swallowing them with some water. "Is it that obvious?"

"Pretty much to be expected with food poisoning."

"And an Angel getting sick is certainly not normal."

"Stop worrying about what is and isn't normal and start worrying about resting and getting better," Dean scolded mildly.

"You're going to spank me if I don't stop worrying?"

"Thinking about it," Dean said - not really serious.

Cass sighed and closed his eyes a little. "Hmm, I suppose that would be added to the list."

"What list, Cass? You do more things I don't know about?"

"None that I am aware of, besides being weak in the face of the enemy."

"You need to stop beating yourself up about it, Cass."

"I think my body is doing it for me." Cass groaned and got up, heading back to the washroom, cursing a little. As he said, Angels never cursed; but right now, he didn't care - and would deny it if caught on it.

Dean remained sitting on the bed, and then lay back with his hands behind his head, looking up at the ceiling.

The angel emerged from the washroom sheepishly, turning the fan on to keep Dean from having the result of him being sick, closing the door. "I would recommend that you..um do not enter those premises for the time being."

"I'll keep that in mind," Dean replied.

"Good, considering it is rather repugnant; or as you may say, ripe." Cass then came back to the bed, having brushed his teeth as well, feeling a little better.

"Do you think I should move to a different bed?"

"Why? Are you offended by my being ill? If you fear catching it, I do suppose you could use Sam's bed. I do not wish to kick you out of the bed. I love holding you."

"I can't catch it unless I eat the same kind of food you did." Dean gently pulled Castiel down onto the bed with him. "Just make sure you aim away from me."

"I shall try and not get anything on you, Dean."

"Good. Now you rest," Dean ordered softly.

"Yes, sir. I will do as you order," Cass said, with a little bit of humor added in a weary voice.

Dean slipped his arms around the angel and held him - but not too tightly, so that Castiel would have no problems if he needed to get up.

Cass felt his blue eyes closing, and soon felt his body relax completely, hoping he didn't get sick the entire night.

Dean let his own eyes close, still holding Castiel, and quickly fell asleep.

The next morning, Cass woke up, stumbling towards the washroom; and, to his surprise, he had to urinate - having not done such a thing since, well, ever; considering he was born an Angel. The sound of him relieving himself must have woken up Dean, seeing the human looking at him when he came back to bed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." He then noticed that Sam was sleeping in the other bed. "When did he get in?"

"Late in the night. Woke me up." Dean glanced at his brother's sleeping form, then at Castiel. "How are you feeling?"

"I do believe I shall survive; but it has weakened me, sadly."

"Being sick does that."

"I do not wish to have that sensation again. It was unsettling and uncomfortable. My um lower region hurts a fair bit from being ill. It is disturbing."

"Give it a bit of time, and you'll be better," Dean said. "And we've taken Famine's ring, so no more need to eat raw meat."

"Yes, that was also unpleasant, being so dependent upon a cow's carcass; but it was also rather pleasant at the same time."

"Yeah, well, not much beats a proper hamburger."

"I do not have urges for a hamburger, Dean."

"Well, right now, I imagine you don't have urges for anything."

"That is not entirely true. I may be an angel, but I do have urges to be with my boyfriend - even if my backside hurts."

Dean grinned. "Well, that's one urge we can fulfil."

"I rather agree, but have the feeling we may frighten Sam off again for a second walk," Cass replied, and frowned. "I am aching below, and not in a good way...How does one deal with such?"

"Honestly, Cass, there's not much you can do about it. Part of having to do you know what so much."

"But I have never had to urinate or expel waste before, even since occupying my vessel."

"You're basically human now, Cass. What did I say to you about worrying about it being different than before?"

"That you would put me over your lap and spank my bare bottom."

"Stop worrying - unless you want me to make good on that threat."

"I do not believe that it would be beneficial to my bare backside, but I cannot stop being me."

"But you can stop worrying, Cass. You've been cut off from heaven. It's gonna make a difference."

"I just don't know what else to do ...I've never been cut off before and then sick. It is unsettling and, I shall admit, frightening."

"Well, there's one good thing," Dean said. "You're not on your own here."

"I belong to you and am glad for that. I love you, Dean, and know you will always watch over me."

Dean nodded. "You got that right. After we've beaten Lucifer, maybe you'll become a proper angel again."

"I do not have the desires to leave you, even if I do become a full angel once again."

"We'll see what happens when the time comes."

"Yes we shall. I do believe that I would like to have a bath, if you shall allow me to?"

Dean shrugged. "Probably a good idea. Need a hand?"

Cass blushed a little with a smile. "Sure, if you don't mind seeing all of me."

"Definitely not." Dean got out of the bed.

Cass went into the washroom, bending over a little to start the water, gasping when he felt the grope to his clothed buttocks.

Dean grinned a little. "Something wrong, Cass?" he asked with pretend innocence.

"No, I just hadn't expected you to grab my buttocks at that particular moment," Cass replied, watching the warm water filling the large porcelain tub before he stripped the clothes off. He hissed a little, entering the warm liquid. "Mmm...This is nice."

"Yeah - definitely one of the better places for baths," Dean agreed, eyeing Castiel almost like he wanted to devour him.

Cass closed his blue eyes and then, after noticing that Dean was watching him, he opened them, smirking. "You see something you like, Dean?"

"I'm thinking yeah." Dean smirked, and then leaned over to lightly kiss Castiel.

Cass returned the kiss lovingly and smiled. "Mmm, this is rather pleasant."

"Apart from the whole food poisoning thing, right?"

"Yes, completely apart from that nightmare. I always enjoy your loving arms and lips."

"Glad to hear it." Dean kissed him lightly again.

"Mmm, you are my beloved; and ohhh, this is making my butt feel better."

Dean smirked a little. "If you're still set on having that spanking, you can always sit in the bath afterwards," he suggested.

"Mmm, you seem to enjoy the thought of spanking me. Do humans enjoy spanking as anything sexual?"

"Actually, yeah. It can be used as part of sex."

"Really? Humans have sex while spanking their mate?" Cass tilted his head to the side and smiled, kissing his human boyfriend. "Have you ever done it, Dean?"

"A coupla times," Dean admitted, returning the kiss and deepening it slightly.

"This feels good?"

Dean smirked, and slid his hand behind Castiel's neck to lightly rest there. "It can do, if it's not being used for punishment. We can try it at some stage."

"I suppose; but we should get to the sex part first before we try that, don't you think?"

"Oh, yeah...We should definitely do that."

"Hmm, yes; sex does sound very desirable - but we will wait till we are both ready for it. I am a virgin, Dean, as you well know."

"I'm fully aware of that, Cass, and don't plan on pressuring you."

Cass smiled. "I love you and trust you more than anything. You are mine and rule me. It is funny how an angel can be commanded by his human boyfriend."

"You're mine, too, Cass. And you didn't fail me."

"Somehow I feel like I did; and still want to be spanked, Dean. Just don't think I need a harsh one, though. Was punished a fair bit last night."

"I already told you, getting sick really isn't a punishment. But if you don't need a harsh spanking, that's good."

"Felt like a punishment for me. It was horrible, Dean, and I still feel a little weak."

"You should rest some more," Dean said, concerned.

"I will be fine, Dean, I promise."

"You should still probably rest some more."

"Alright, I shall rest some more; but you must promise to hold me, Dean."

"I'll hold you," Dean promised.

The angel smiled, and soon allowed Dean to gently help him with his bath. "You could help me by washing me."

Smirking a little, Dean began to do just that, stealing a few quick kisses as he did so.

Cass groaned and returned the affections, trying not to pounce the human. "I want you so much, Dean, but I am not ready."

"I'm not going to force you, Cass." Dean gently wiped the washcloth over the angel's body.

"I know, but it is hard for me not to pounce you."

"You're still weak, Cass. Doubt you'll be doing much pouncing."

"That is true; but I do think I am swearing off red meat for a long while."

"Might be a good idea. I don't want you getting sick again."

"Ohhhh, me neither, my sweet Dean."

Dean kissed Castiel again, long and lingeringly. "Ready to get out?"

"Yes, I should get out before I wrinkle."

Dean put the washcloth to one side, and helped the angel out of the bath, helping to dry him off.

"You know, for a human, you are pretty romantic. Did you know this, Dean?"

Dean snorted softly. "Never really thought of myself as that romantic, outside of picking up girls in bars."

"Well, now you have me to pick up all you like," the angel replied with a soft smile, soon finding himself back in bed, taking more pills to help his rest. "Mmm...I am tired, Dean."

Dean pulled Castiel close, embracing the angel gently. "Then sleep, Cass."

"I fully intend to, Dean," Cass tiredly commented with a smirk, letting his blue eyes close, completely exhausted, needing the deep rest.

Dean just held Castiel tight, letting himself fall into a light sleep.

The Angel had woken up that night, feeling better. The room was now dark, and he couldn't sense anyone in the room. Sam must have gone out to give them privacy, but Dean was gone too, with Cass panicking. He reached for his cell, terrified that something had happened to them both; but mostly to his human. He dialed Dean, his voice shaky. "D...Dean...Where are you? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Cass," Dean replied. "I went out to get some food. You may not need to eat anymore, but I do. I would have woken you up, but you needed the sleep...you didn't see the note I left?"

"The note? No, I just couldn't sense you or Sam anymore, and got scared."

"I'll be back soon," Dean said reassuringly. "Don't be scared."

Cass nodded and spoke again. "Okay, just got scared of something happening to you, Dean. Love you too much...I will rest again."

"How are you feeling now?"

"A little better, but a bit cold. Where is the heater in this place?" Cass wrapped the blankets around his slender form, wishing he had his grace back, wanting it desperately.

"There's a dial next to the door. If you turn it up, it should be better. I'm just heading back now anyway."

"Okay, I will do that and get back to bed. I love you."

"Love you too, Cass. See you soon."

"Yeah, will see you soon." Cass then got up after hanging up and turned up the heat, heading back to bed. He then crawled back onto the bed with the phone now on the nightstand. Blankets were wrapped around his slender, naked form.

Dean came back into the room not too long after, carrying drinks and food. He then sat on the bed next to Castiel.

Cass was sleeping once again when Dean entered the room, but he soon pounced into Dean's arms when he felt he had returned. Thankfully, he had waited till the food was on the nearby table. "Oh, Dean, I was so worried and couldn't sense you in the room."

Dean wrapped Castiel in his arms and held him close. "Didn't want to wake you, Cass. You needed your sleep."

"I am alright, Dean...I know you love me, but couldn't sense you. You are my mate; and in Angels, we mate with our loves, marking them as ours. I marked you even before I knew it when I pulled you from the pit...then bonded to you in a way, being able to only feel comfortable when I could feel you. Now more so than before."

Dean raised his eyebrows. "So this hand mark on my arm was you marking me as yours, huh?"

"Yes, I marked you even then, Dean. I hadn't realized then, but do now realize that I had marked you as my human mate."

Dean pressed a gentle kiss to Castiel's lips. "And yet I was the one who made the first move."

"Yes, you are the dominant one in our relationship. In Heaven, one is the dominant mate, and the other the less so mate. Your time in Hell prepared you to be dominant over me in a way that having not gone there wouldn't have. It was not in the grand design; but even then, it seemed to be fate."

Dean shrugged. "Fate or not, we found each other, Cass...and you're mine."

"And always will be yours."

"Glad to hear that."

Cass smiled and felt his wings expanding, the feathers wrapping around Dean. He blushed sheepishly and kissed Dean. "Wanted to do this for quite a long while."

Dean grinned, and reached one hand to lightly touch one of the wings, even as he deepened the kiss.

Cass gasped and shuddered, moaning. "Oooohhh, Dean...That feels so good...Angels' wings are sensitive and erogenous zones when with their mate...ohhhh."

Dean pulled his hand back. "Then, since we're not taking the next step yet, maybe I'd better stop."

"No, please don't stop. It feels so good, and no one's ever touched my wings before."

Dean smiled, and touched the angel's wings again, letting his fingers trail over the soft feathers.

Cass whimpered and groaned with his boyfriend caressing his soft wings, loving the way Dean touched him. "Mmm, love you..."

"Always thought angels had white wings," Dean said quietly, continuing with his actions.

"Hmm, not archangels; we have black wings."

Dean laughed softly. "I wasn't expecting you to be an angel when I worked with Bobby to summon you."

"I know, you figured I was a demon, didn't you?"

"Or some other kind of evil creature. Never expected angels to even be real, let alone come here."

"It was a wonderful surprise, I do hope," Cass said, smiling with his wings wrapped around his mate, purring a little. "Um, also should mention something about ArchAngels. It is possible for angels to get pregnant, including males. I want to be honest with you." He gulped and knew that Dean needed to know this so that his lover would know before it ever happened.

Dean blinked, raising his eyebrows. "Oh, really?" He didn't sound displeased to hear that - quite the opposite, in fact. "Could make for some interesting times." He laughed softly.

"Really? You don't mind if I um.. get you know?" Cass blinked, having thought that his mate would be frightened off, but then smiled happily. "Really?"

Dean nodded. "Really. But it's not something we should focus on until after we kill Lucifer."

"Yeah, I don't think you want me building a big nest in the hotel room and being pregnant until Lucifer is destroyed."

"Not really...but after? That's a different story."

"Yes, and then we can see if I get pregnant."

"Changing the subject a bit, Cass...do you still think you need to be spanked? And when?"

"Could get a nice spanking, but maybe not a harsh one," Cass admitted, just wanting to be spanked a little bit.

"You'll have to guide me on exactly what you need here. But when do you want it?"

"Well, just a hand spanking? Not too much like a punishment, though, considering my body punished me a lot for this last night."

"Still painful, though?"

"Well yes, I want it to hurt."

"You should probably tell me when it's enough, Cass. Do you want to get it over with now?"

"Yes, I want you to spank me; but hold on." Cass grunted as he folded his black wings back in, panting a little. "Okay, that is much more appropriate with my wings now hidden inside. It would be tempting for me to use my wings to protect my backside during a spanking."

"Feel free to let them out again once we're finished," Dean suggested, as he stretched his legs out.

The Angel smiled and put himself naked over his lover's lap, knowing that Dean was his dominant mate. He knew he would get his bottom spanked, both dreading it and wanting it.

Dean slipped an arm around Castiel's waist, and then brought his hand down in a swat that was hard, but not anywhere near full force.

"Ohh.." Cass let out a gasped grunt when his boyfriend raised his hand up and brought it back down too, his cheek tingling.

Dean gave a matching swat on the other side, lightly tracing the handprint he'd left.

"Uhhhh, Dean...ouch." Cass groaned a little, rubbing his groin on his mate's lap.

Dean gave a faint smirk, and landed some more swats, a little harder.

The sharp smacks to his bottom were not helping the angel as Dean continued to spank him, loving every second of it despite the sting.

Dean continued with the swats, enjoying this a little.

Cass grunted; and then, to his shock, he felt his penis burst spilling white fluid all over Dean's lap. "Ohhh! I am so sorry, Dean!" He blushed a deep scarlet in embarrassment, having enjoyed the spanking.

Dean smirked. "Liked that, did you?"

"Was it that obvious?" Cass asked, chewing his lower lip, with his blue eyes glistening with both humor and embarrassment.

"Yeah, kinda...Don't feel embarrassed, Cass."

"I...I really find myself enjoying it, yes."

"You did want a 'nice' spanking...didn't tell me to stop, though."

"No, I don't want you to stop, Dean. It feels good, surprisingly."

"I can still give out proper spankings, though...just so you're aware of that." Dean rested his hand lightly on Castiel's bottom.

"I am well aware of how hard you may spank me, Dean...or do you want me to call you Master during my punishments?"

"'Master', huh?" Dean grinned. "Have to say, I quite like the sound of that."

Cass smirked and groaned when he felt his boyfriend playing with his butt. "Uhhh, yes...most certainly my Master in our bedroom, being the dominant one of us both. It is, as humans say, a turn on."

"Never thought angels would find being dominated such a turn-on." Dean landed a couple of swats to Castiel's bottom, before teasing lightly with his nails.

"Uhhh...I do. I am yours, and you will always turn me on, Dean, no matter what you do. You make my vessel's blood boil with need. This body needs and wants you. I want you."

"I hope so, otherwise this is a waste of time." Dean let his hand drift down Castiel's spine, pressing lightly with his nails.

"Ohh, Dean. That tingles."

"I have an idea...Why don't you let your wings come out?" Dean suggested.

Cass blinked a little and smiled. "Um, I may need to get back up first. I do not wish to accidently harm you." He got up and moved a bit away, letting his wings out with a grunt. He then went back over Dean's lap, hard with need again.

Dean used one hand to lightly stroke Castiel's wings, using his other hand to swat the angel's bottom, mixing the sensations from stroking the wings with the sting of the spanks.

Cass shivered and gasped in pure shock. He wanted more, pushing his bottom up, grunting a little. "Ohhh...more please, Dean. Feels so good. Love you...you are making me burn."

"Good." Dean continued his actions, using the mix of the different sensations to drive Castiel to the edge.

Cass was being driven past the edge with his mate using his erogenous zones against him. The angel moaned loudly with a cry, coming once more, panting hard. "Aghhh! Deeeeeeaaaaannnn! Yours, baby!"

Grinning, Dean let his hand rest lightly on Castiel's back. "Mine...and you'd better not forget it."

"If I do, I am certain you will spank me for it." Cass groaned with a breathless pant, licking his suddenly dry lips. "Mmm...You know how to raise my temperature."

"Sure seems that way. Do you want to get up now?"

"Well, kind of like the way you are playing with my um well you know; but would also enjoy a nap. I also think you should eat; but have to say, something smells good."

"I got some pizza - though it may be a little cold now." Dean loosened his hold on Castiel.

"Pizza? That bread with melted cow curds?"

"If you mean cheese, yeah...but I got everything on the pizza."

Cass looked at his lover, rolling off his lap, curious. "Everything of what?"

"All the toppings I could get." Dean took the lid off the box to show the angel.

Cass blinked, crawling over towards the edge, tilting his head a little, picking up an anchovy off the pizza, holding it up. "Ahh, you humans like to put tiny whole fish on pizza?"

"Among other things, yeah." Dean picked up one of the slices and began eating.

"That is not appealing, Dean love." Cass began to pick off the fish from his slice before eating. He watched Dean shrug before eating the discarded fish.

Dean gave a slight grin. "You never did call me 'Master'."

"This is not too appealing eating tiny fish, Master."

Dean smirked. "You don't have to use it now...next time, perhaps? And I like the 'tiny fish'."

"I know you do, but I don't seem to find the appeal of it. My vessel never did eat them."

Dean shrugged. "You can just pick them off, and next time, we'll avoid the anchovies."

"I can pick them off next time too, you know," Cass reminded him and finished his slice, finishing a second before lying back down. "Hmm, this is nice; and no offense, but would love to leave this town tomorrow."

"Yeah, think that would be a good idea." Dean lay down next to the angel.

Cass smiled and wrapped a wing around his lover to keep him warm."Love you, Dean Winchester."

"Love you too, Castiel. And glad you dragged me out of hell."

"Me too, and am guessing you have a whole wing kink now, as they say?" Cass smiled with a yawn, his blue eyes closing with his body relaxing. He felt loved and safe as always, with his body no longer rebelling against him. The angel now felt forgiven as well, vowing to not let temptation ever get the best of him again.

"Oh, yeah...definitely." Dean chuckled softly, and let his own eyes close, slipping his arms around Castiel to hold him even in sleep, content to just be with his angel and not worry about anything else now.