Stepping into the line of fire
Chapter 31
Angela began to cry softly in her lover's arms.
"Honey…what's wrong Ange? … Honey…don't cry. I can't handle it when ya' cry… Please don't." Dean pleaded gently.
"I love ya'... you brave beautiful man… I adore you. We'll be good?... won't we Dee?" Angela questioned with a trembling lip.
"We'll kill him Ange. We've got the edge honey. Don't even think we won't. This son of a bitch' won't see another day when we trap it… Ange, I've been honing my hunting skills for a long time now… Ya' think my dad's a hard dude but that's OK… He trained Sam and I so well that I never think of losing. Ever!" … Dean kissed her hard and long… "It needs to be done and we know what we're doing…trust me sweetie…" Dean went for the goal and Angela moaned… "Ya' like that?" … Dean sensually enquired.
Angela just nodded "yes". Feeling weak with lust.
Her star-crossed lover continued his ministrations. His fingers played with her core and she just harmonised perfectly with his purposeful rhythm. Angela was beginning to sweat unnaturally and her heartbeat matched the slow beat of his magic touch.
"D'ya want to come? tell me you want to come…tell me…" Dean purred.
Angela said nothing. She was caught in the moment of that private heaven and all that mattered was feeling the slow build up. A wave of huge pleasure was carrying her on…forward…like she was caught on a pacific swell. Dean could feel his beautiful darling Ange about to explode and delayed his tactics…
"Dee…don't…Dee just don't…"
"You want me to keep going honey? is that what you want my darling… Ange?" Dean was actually humming silently…" Is that what ya' want?... You want your daddy to make you come?" Tell me…" he begged." Please… Ange just ask…. I'll give ya' all you want honey…just ask…"
Dean saw the look of pure unadulterated lust in her eyes gave her the best firework display in his arsenal. Angela just burst into a million lights and collapsed into his muscular arms.
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"Bobby, have you seen Dean?" John enquired urgently.
Bobby had seen Dean and Angela go off but he had not clocked where. No way no earth was he going to tell John that, though.
"No. I think he's sorting the chow with Ange."
"Well, I need to talk to him…." John made his way towards the supply area. There was no sign of his eldest.
"Dean!" he shouted.
The two young lovers heard the atavistic cry and Dean almost burst a blood vessel trying to put his pants and t shirt on.
"I'm here dad" he responded from a distance. "Coming Sir!" Angela felt that this was again quite ironic but got dressed herself to face the drill sergeant.
In the blink of an eye they were both in front of John. Straight backed and not scared at all.
"D'ya need me sir?" Dean asked.
"Yeah…come with me son." John replied curtly.
"I need to brief you on your role boy. You're going to be at the most dangerous moment in the most important part of this mission." John approached his boy and held his neck affectionately in his calloused hands. "You know what to do don't ya' Dean?"
"Sir I'm ready for it. Don't ya' fret. I'm looking forward ta' it."
"Good." John let out paternally.
"You've got to get a good night's sleep Dean. I'm sorry ta' ground you but you know the drill…don't ya' boy?"
"Yes sir." I know my curfew.
"Where's that gal' of yours?"
"She's not my gal' dad. Ange is her own gal'!"
John frowned at the statement but resigned himself to it. His first born was stepping into the line of fire and he was proud.
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