Kiss Me, Cass…! By LWC.
Rated M for Smut.
Humour/drama/ SMUT. Not true to canon, so purists please forgive. Thank you for reading and hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own nor did I create these beautiful men nor their Supernatural characters. Thank Chuck someone did. IF you like this story please kindly review. Thank you.
"I believe this bra may actually be possessed," said Castiel as she slammed the door shut behind her and began to clank down the metal stairs into the Men of Letters bunker in black stilettos. She carried two large bags in one hand and held onto the rail with the other for balance. Dean, who was sitting at the large map of the world table, one foot on the table, beer in one hand and engrossed in his laptop, leapt to his feet – startled. He grabbed a knife from the table, amidst numerous empty beer bottles and a half-drunk bottle of whiskey, and stood, a bit unsteadily, to attack. He stared hard at the woman awkwardly trying to make her way down the stairs.
"Dean," sighed Castiel in a low female voice, while holding herself steady on the rail. "Why aren't you ready for the ritual?"
"Who the hell are you?" growled Dean as he narrowed his eyes on the sight before him – a small blonde woman, wearing a large, buttoned-up trench coat and it seemed like little else. If this was a demon attack it was possibly one of the more bizarre ones. She seemed to be struggling with bags, heels and stairs.
"Castiel," replied the blonde woman in slight bewilderment before putting the bags down, grabbing onto a rail with both hands and clumsily attempted to descend the staircase. "Why are you not ready?"
"Castiel, huh?" growled Dean, moving his way slowly to the bottom of the stairs, not taking his eyes of this intruder. "Last time I saw him he was so tall," Dean gestured with his hand, "dressed like Columbo and…oh yeah…was male."
"Dean, my vessel was…" Castiel started to explain but then let out a deep sigh and closed her eyes for a few second. "I did not calculate stairs," she muttered. "These shoes are…" Castiel sat down and pulled off both shoes and let out another sigh but this time one of relief. She held one in each hand and stood back up.
"What is this?" demanded Dean, fixing his eyes of the pointed heels aimed in his direction. "You gonna do some crazy shoe-fu?"
"What?" asked Castiel with a confused look on her face. "No."
"Put down the heels," Dean said forcefully in his deep, gruff voice.
"I am not going to do any 'shoe-fu'," said Castiel. "I was not aware that was an actual thing."
"Put down the heels. I'm gonna tell you once," ordered Dean, a slight slur in his voice.
Castiel, recognising that determined look on Deans' face, nodded and tossed the heels in the direction of the large table and hit some of the empty bottles.
"Dean," protested Castiel, noticing the empty bottles and the whiskey. "You should not be drinking."
"Hey," said Dean. "I'm doing the talking."
"Dean," said Castiel. "My vessel was male but a female vessel is needed for the ritual. You do remember our conversation?"
"We never had a conversation," Dean said. Castiel stood looking at Dean with her accusing, penetrating gaze and tilted her head to one side. Dean then noticed a low buzzing noise.
"What is that?" Dean demanded, trying to work out where the noise was coming from.
Castiel began to undo the trench coat, which appeared to be the source of the buzzing.
"What is that? A bomb? You gotta bomb under there?" Dean growled, taking a step closer, knife extended further.
"No." Castiel replied. "It's this bra. It vibrates constantly. It is most perplexing."
Dean raised an eyebrow. "Wait what now?"
"Perhaps if I adjusted the tassels," Castiel continued. "I've taken out the batteries and yet…it appears to exert freewill."
Dean stared at the young woman on the stairs. "Bra?" he muttered.
"Yes, bra…this bra…this…cursed 'easy strap-free' bra…" Castiel frustratedly stumbled to find the right words.
"Batteries?" Dean murmured, his killer instincts coming out of red alert as he looked over the intruder. She was about 5ft5, long blonde hair, blue eyes – hard to tell her age – maybe late 20s, early 30s. Dean looked at her eyes and there it was…recognition.
"Cass?" Dean rubbed his eyes and exhaled.
"This is most odd," muttered Castiel to herself. "One moment it vibrates and then it stops. The woman in the shop said…"
"Cass, what the f…"
"You have had many experiences with human female undergarments," Castiel said, picking up the bags and walking shoeless down the stairs. She kept descending until she was only a few feet away from Dean.
"Wait…what?"
"You've had many, many encounters with females. I assume some undergarments may have vibrated."
Dean tried to say something but his mind went blank as he looked at his friend standing before him in a woman's body. He finally managed to blurt out. "You can't just… change gender…come back here…dressed like…"
"The packaging read slutty nun."
"Wow…there ain't enough therapy in the world," Dean whispered, looking the small woman up and down in the skimpy nun costume underneath a trench coat.
"The woman in the shop assured me a man like you would like it 'bad and dirty'," said Castiel, taking one step closer to Dean, who now blocked her way.
"Hey...!" exclaimed Dean, looking down at the bright blue eyes of Castiel's female vessel.
"However, the vibrating bra was my idea," said Castiel. "Regrettably." Castiel hit her left breast and the buzzing stopped. "Oh…thank, God," she whispered.
"Ummm…"
"I also bought toys," said Castiel, pushing her way by Dean, who appeared to be paralysed, and walked to the large map table. She plonked the two bags on it, rummaged through one of them and pulled out two large vibrators. "Big Bully Boy," she said with a proud look, as she dropped them on the table. "And…" she continued with a grin, "Heavenly O."
Dean slowly turned his eyes in the direction of the table, then at the two gigantic objects on it and he actually looked stunned. His eyes then widened as tried to take in what Castiel just said. He paused for a moment before slowly walking over to the table, past Castiel and made his way to the bottle of whiskey. Dean poured himself a huge glass and downed it in one. He then poured another one and took a mouthful as Castiel turned around to look at him.
"I assume the O stands for Order of the Garrison? Maybe referencing Orrdriel…a fine soldier."
"I need a drink," said Dean with a blank look on his face.
"You have one…a very large one," said Castiel disapprovingly.
"I need more," replied Dean robotically.
"Dean, I do not understand your confusion," said Castiel. "We discussed this, agreed upon it and yet you appear to have no memory of anything."
"Toys?" blurted Dean as he glugged another mouthful so quickly some spilled on his chin. He wiped it away and licked his hand.
"The woman in the shop was very helpful," explained Castiel. "She wore a lot of animal print…and there was a glitter ball."
"Where the hell was this shop? The freakin' '70s?" Dean demanded, gesturing so furiously whiskey spilled from his glass. Castiel was about to answer when Dean said: "Don't tell me…I really don't wanna know."
"I did not time travel," Castiel said flatly. "And you've been drinking."
"Yeah, Cass," said Dean, topping up his glass. "I do that from time to time – especially when Sammy is trapped in a hell dimension."
"You drunk will not help him, Dean," said the angel, walking over to Dean, who had drained another glass.
"Well, it will help me," replied Dean, reaching for the bottle but Castiel got to it first.
"Dean, we have to perform the ritual tonight."
"Cass," warned Dean. "Give me the bottle."
"No," replied Castiel. "We have a ritual to perform."
"I won't ask again," growled Dean, taking a step closer to Castiel. His eyes had narrowed hard on the angel's face. Castiel held out the bottle, threatening to drop it to the floor. "You would let Sam die? For this?"
Dean glared at him. "Don't go there, Cass."
"If we don't perform this ritual, he will die." Castiel took a step towards Dean. "Getting drunk to forget the plan helps no-one," she added and threw the bottle across the room.
Dean look enraged, as if wrestling with an inner demon. He took another step towards Castiel, looming over her. Castiel did not move and inch and looked defiantly up at Dean. They stared at each other, Dean's jaw clenching hard before he threw and smashed his glass against the wall.
"Getting angry won't help either," said Castiel. Dean turned his eyes back towards Castiel and he gripped her chin.
"Must be wonderful to be ohh so in control of yourself, Cass," said Dean, tilting her face further upwards as he looked down into the heart-shaped face of the angel.
"Drinking, breaking things and baiting me will not save Sam," Castiel said sternly, meeting Dean's angry, penetrating green eyes in a face that could be so relaxed and beautiful one moment before become the intimidating hunter in the next. Dean glared at the angel, his eyes burning into her blue eyes that matched his back with equal force. Dean inhaled, licked his lips unconsciously and ran his eyes slowly up and down the front of the low-cut dress. Dean returned his eyes to Castiel's and she noticed his pupils had dilated.
"There has to be another way," Dean said deeply.
Castiel, staring into Dean's eyes, shook her head.
"I thought this may be…slightly awkward for you," Castiel managed to say gently. "It is an odd situation."
"Oh…you think?" whispered Dean. "You think I can just bang you now you're female? Dance Monkey…is that it?"
"I…" whispered Castiel and then paused, as if lost for words. "I…I…understand."
"Do you?" whispered Dean, bringing his mouth closer to the angel's. "Because I'm not sure you do."
"Yes," whispered Castiel, her breathing deepening, as her eyes lowered to his mouth and traced the outline of his lips.
"I wanted to make it easier for you," said Castiel quietly, feeling Dean's breath against her skin. It was warm and smelled of whiskey. "To be…instantly forgettable."
"You think you know what I like?" Dean asked quietly, his mouth so close to Castiel's. "That I like it cheap and slutty?" said Dean, gesturing at her outfit.
"Your magazines…" Castiel said softly.
"…are just magazines, Cass," said Dean.
"I just wanted to help you, Dean," said Castiel, clearing her throat and taking a breath. "I guess I got… carried away."
"You think?" whispered Dean.
"I can become…enthusiastic," she added and tried to take a step away but Dean put an arm around her waist and pulled her back to him with a thud against his body.
"Where you going, slutty nun?" asked Dean. "We gotta ritual to perform, don't we?" He said with a hint of sarcasm. "I mean…you made all this effort…you brought toys." Dean laughed hollowly. "I mean, who doesn't like toys, Cass?"
Castiel nodded, as if understanding Dean's inner conflict and did not rise to the taunt.
"I trust…some of what we discussed is coming back to you?" asked Castiel, her eyes looking at the hard chest she was pressed against before raising her eyes to Dean's face, gazing at the stubble around his jaw.
"Unfortunately, yeah," said Dean, rubbing his eyes and the stared forward, as if lost. Castiel looked compassionately at her friend.
"But this is a great idea, Cass," said Dean, looking back down into Castiel's blue eyes. "I mean there's you…and me…and the nun. I should just get on with it and perform."
"Dean…" whispered Castiel gently.
"No, Cass," said Dean in a darkened voice. "I should just rip your clothes off and bang you – that's what I do – 'bad and dirty.'"
Their eyes met and there was silence for a moment. Castiel seemed to be thinking of something to say and Dean had an angry, lost look on his face.
Castiel's eyes lit up with an idea.
"I also brought cheeseburgers. I should go and get them." Castiel turned to go but Dean pulled her back and tightened his grip around her waist. She looked up into the conflicted face of Dean – part pain, part rage and part…something else.
"Cheeseburgers you say?" Dean asked, looking down into Castiel's eyes – a faint smile now dancing across them. "Well, well, well…ain't that something."
"And pie," whispered Castiel.
"Pie?" asked Dean, wrapping both arms around her and glancing down at her cleavage. "Now you're talking. I mean, why wouldn't that put me in the mood."
"And edible body chocolate," said Castiel with an encouraging smile. Dean tightened his eyes shut and removed one arm from around her back.
"Cass…" whispered Dean, shaking his head and rubbing his brow.
"The woman in the shop…"started Castiel.
"…saw you coming," growled Dean.
"What do you mean?" asked Castiel.
"Is there anything she didn't sell you? Whips, chains…inflatable dolls?"
"I told her you already had handcuffs and a vault."
"I see," said Dean.
"And I'm not sure restraints will be necessary," said Castiel.
"Really? Cos I kinda wanna gag you right now."
"Oh," said Castiel. "Do you want me to be submissive to you? Because I…"
"No, Cass," interrupted Dean, pushing away from Castiel and walking across the room. He ran his hands through his hair in exasperation. "I want you out of that body. " He paused for a moment. "This is just…I don't know.. weird? Wrong?"
Castiel remained where he had left her and went quiet for a moment before saying. "I understand your feelings but the ritual has to be an angel, who has been to hell, in a female human body and a human male who has been to hell."
Dean grabbed a bottle of beer from the table and took a swig.
"I don't like it," protested Dean.
"Sexual rituals are an ancient and powerful magic," replied Castiel. "They are also very specific."
"I still don't like," growled Dean.
"Our combined climaxes will open a rift into the hell dimension," said Castiel matter-of-factly. "I just need to say the spell as you bring me to orgasm."
Dean screwed his eyes shut, gripped the sides of his head with both hands and paced down the room. "Oh, my God…," he groaned.
"I have every confidence you can do that," Castiel said.
Dean began to slowly bang his fist into his forehead.
"You've also had many brief sexual encounters," said Castiel, trying to pacify her friend.
Dean shot Castiel a piercing look. "What?"
"You've had many, many brief sexual encounters," continued Castiel. "It may benefit you just to think of this as one more."
Dean extended his arms as if to say, "what the hell?"
"I thought that may be reassuring for you," explained Castiel. "I could change my name if it helps."
"Change your name?" demanded Dean, walking back towards the angel.
"Yes," replied Castiel. "Maybe Loretta."
Dean stopped in his tracks. "Loretta?"
"Or perhaps Trixie," continued Cass.
"Ok…just stop stop now," exhaled Dean. "You know what, 'Loretta'? We are not…NOT gonna do a sex ritual."
"Dean," began Castiel.
"NO!" shouted Dean.
"Dean," sighed Castiel.
"There has not be another way," growled the hunter. "There has to be."
"There is not," said Castiel, raising her voice. "I do not understand why this is just so incredibly difficult for you."
"Because it's you, Cass," said Dean. "You…inside that woman."
"And that makes a difference.?"
"Yeah," said Dean, turning away. "Yeah, it does."
"Then pretend I am someone else," said Castiel.
"I'd know your eyes anywhere, Cass," said Dean.
"I'll shut them," suggested Castiel.
Dean chuckled for a moment. "You just don't get it, do you?"
Castiel walked up behind Dean and put her hand on his shoulder. "Dean, talk to me."
Dean didn't turn around but looked forward.
"We find another way," he said sternly.
"This is the only way, Dean, and time is running out."
"We find another way," Dean growled deeply as he turned around and grabbed Castiel's wrist hard.
"There isn't time," insisted Castiel, raising her voice and locking her eyes into Dean's. "I'm sorry you find this so awkward but Sam's life is on the line."
"You think I don't know that?" Dean growled, gripping Castiel's wrist harder, pulling her closer to him.
"We have two hours left before we lose our chance," insisted Castiel, looking up into angry green eyes, "What is the problem?"
"You!" bellowed Dean, pulling Castiel closer. "You're in there in that woman's body. Does she even know what you have planned?"
"Yes, I explained everything to her," said Castiel.
"Oh, really?" asked Dean. "Hi, I'm Castiel, I'm an angel of the lord. D'ya mind if I borrow your body and bang my friend so we can rescue his brother from a hell dimension."
"Not my exact words," said Castiel, noticing that her wrist was still firmly gripped. "But the meaning was clear."
"And she's ok with that?"
"Yes," replied Castiel.
"She knows her body is gonna be banged by me?" asked Dean.
"Yes," said Castiel. "I showed her your picture."
"You did?"
"Yes," replied Castiel.
"And what did she say?" asked Dean.
"Well," said Castiel. "She wanted me to give you her number."
"Oh," said Dean.
"She thought perhaps after rescuing Sam, you two could meet up…maybe for a drink and then…"
"I get it…enough," said Dean, looking down at Castiel's mouth. There was a long pause and then Dean began nodding.
"Ok," said Dean.
"Ok?" asked Cass.
"Ok."
"Ok, what?"
"We'll do it."
"We will?" asked Cass. "You've changed your mind…again?"
"Yeah," said Dean.
"Are you sure? Your moods are all over the place right now, Dean."
"I'm sure," said Dean. "I mean…why not? Right? Why the hell not."
"And you want to do it …now?" asked Castiel, double checking.
"Sure," whispered Dean seductively, looking at his large hand gripped around Castiel's tiny wrist. His eyes glanced over her body…under that familiar trench coat, where his eyes rested. There was another pause.
"Have we started?" whispered Castiel, noticing where Dean's eyes were fixed.
"Oh, you'll know when we've started, Cass," said Dean in a tone to her she had not heard before. It was deeper and more…sensual. His eyes lowered down her body, down her legs and back up to her ample cleavage. Castiel chewed her lip and waited for a moment before asking: "So…have we? Because we need to be in the circle."
"Cass…"
"Also, the candles are not lit…"
"Cass…"
"And you are not ready. You have to take your clothes off…"
"Cass…"
"Did I mention you have to be anointed with oil?"
"Christ!" barked Dean. "Just stop!"
The two of them fell into silence, Dean looking at his hand on Castiel's small wrist. He paused for a moment and inhaled. "Ok," he said as he pushed himself away from Castiel. "So…you…go and do what you gotta do."
"Do you remember what you need to do?" enquired Castiel, quietly.
"Yup," said Dean, taking another deep breath. "I gotta get naked and bang an angel."
"Well…yes…," began Castiel. "But.."
"Bang an angel, Cass….It's slowly coming back to me, " Dean said as he walked over to the first table in the adjoining room. "I just gotta 'bring you to orgasm'," chuckled Dean. "Hey…no biggie. It's only Sam's life on the line."
"You need to anoint yourself, with oil," said Castiel, watching Dean walk away.
"You flirt you," said Dean gruffly, as he pulled off his black t-shirt, revealing a well-muscled body beneath it.
"I am not flir…" said Castiel before stopping when she heard Dean chuckle deeply.
Castiel shook her head at Dean's changing moods, exhaled loudly and walked over to the end of the room where the last table had priorly been removed and a large circle with a pentagram in it had been painted. Along the edge were symbols and around the outside of the circle were a dozen candles that had not been lit.
Castiel took a lighter out from the trench coat's pocket, took off the coat and put it on the table near to the circle. She kneeled down on the floor and began to light the candles.
At the other end of the bunker, Dean had quickly removed the remainder of all his clothes and stood naked by the long, wooden table. His body was muscular, toned and powerful as if a statue of a Greek hero had come to life. Dean closed his eyes and his handsome, if not beautiful, face remained still for a while, as he seemed to collect his thoughts and to focus. He remained still for a while longer before running his fingers over his head and opening his eyes, taking a deep breath, exhaling hard before locating the oil and expertly anointing himself. As he spread the oil over his naked body, he watched Castiel kneel down and light the candles in the skimpy, revealing costume.
Dean slowly walked around the table where he had been standing, turning off the lamps, keeping his eyes fixed on Castiel as she moved around the candles, bending over and lighting them, her hair cascading over her face. He slowly walked over to the next table, not taking his eyes off the angel.
Dean turned the last lamp off, leaving only the candlelight illuminating the bunker in a muted orange, yellow light. Dean stepped away from the table and stood watching Castiel. He continued watching her before saying in deep, low voice. "Look at me, Cass."
Castiel looked over and was about to say something. Dean raised his hand.
"Don't," said Dean. "Don't speak, Cass."
Castiel looked at Dean with a questioning look.
"Don't say a word, Cass," said Dean gently now. "Just do what I say."
Castiel looked at the naked man before her, taking in his sculptured body and slowly nodded.
"Good," he whispered, taking another step forward and then stopped.
"Mess up your hair," whispered Dean.
Castiel put her hands into her hair and vigorously roughed up her hair.
"Slowly," said Dean. "Slow everything down….50 per cent."
"Dean," said Cass incredibly slowly.
"Not your speech, Cass," sighed Dean. "Speech…softer…and…don't speak."
"Ok," said Castiel softly and then gestured 'sorry' with her hands.
"Just…do what I say…ok?"
Castiel nodded.
"Stand up," whispered Dean and Castiel obeyed, getting to her feet.
"Put your hair around your face, shake it up gently," Dean said.
Castiel put her hands in her hair, slowly, and shook it around her face.
"Look at me," he ordered gently.
Dean looked the angel up and down.
"Rub your mouth," said Dean in a low, deep voice. Castiel rubbed her mouth once.
"Again," said Dean.
Castiel rubbed her mouth and felt her lips become hot and slightly swollen. She stopped and looked at Dean.
"Unzip your dress."
Castiel obeyed and unzipped to about halfway down her chest, revealing the bra beneath.
"Take off the bra," said Dean. "But leave the dress on."
Cass attempted to take the bra off but began to struggle. Dean looked on. Castiel stopped for a moment, defeated.
"Try again," whispered Dean, starting to walk over to the angel.
Castiel tried to take it off again but was met with failure. She raised her hands in defeat. Dean walked over so that he was now standing in front of her.
"Again," Dean said gently. Castiel breathed in, put her hands behind her back and attempted to undo the troubling undergarment. Dean chuckled softly.
"Is this amusing you?" Cass asked.
Dean nodded, keeping eye contact with Castiel.
"Well," Castiel said, stopping. "This bra will not comply."
Dean took another step forward until he was practically touching Castiel. He looked down into her heart-shaped face as he pushed one hand through the opening of the dress and placed his hand on Castiel's back. He spread his fingers over her back and felt the warmth of her skin. He brought his other hand up to her face and very gently traced her jaw with his thumb, looking into her eyes. Castiel's breathing began to deepen, her eyes lowering to Dean's mouth and found herself tracing the outline of his lips with her eyes and realised how stunningly beautiful they were. Her eyes looked back up into his green eyes and saw his pupils had fully dilated.
"I…" started Castiel.
Dean brushed his thumb over her lips, stopping her speaking, as he unclasped the bra with one hand. He brought his other hand to the front of the dress and slowly pulled it through. Without looking at it, he tossed it to the floor.
Dean brought his hand to her hair and ruffled if softly, shaping it around her face. "Better," he whispered. Dean looked into Castiel's eyes and then looked down to her mouth. Her lips were full and sensual and they were slighted parted as she unconsciously very softly licked her lips.
"I'm gonna kiss you, Cass," said Dean huskily, looking down into the small woman's eyes.
Dean brought his hand to the back of Castiel's head and run his fingers through her hair, it was soft and silky. He put his other hand on her cheek and with his thumb gently traced her lips, making Castiel's lips tingle.
"And then…you're gonna kiss me," murmured Dean as he brought his mouth closer to Castiel's until they were barely touching. His breath was warm on her face and it smelled of beer and whiskey and his presence this close to her body was powerful. Being in a smaller body and looking up at Dean, Castiel could see and feel the difference in their sizes. Dean was a large, strong male and Castiel had chosen a small female vessel. Dean's shoulders, his arms, his hands all seemed so much bigger and then there were those green eyes – eyes which could convey so much feeling. Castiel has seem them angry, hurt, frustrated, in pain, laughing and scared. This look was something Castiel had seen – usually in a diner – sometimes at food – but mostly at a female in a tight uniform bringing the food – hunger and desire.
"Put your tongue out," Dean said softly but forcefully. "Just a little."
Castiel opened her mouth wider and slowly pushed out her tongue.
"Stop," ordered Dean when Castiel's tip of her tongue was showing.
Dean gently gripped Castiel's jaw and brought his mouth even closer. Dean pushed out his tongue and very gently licked the tip of Castiel's tongue. Castiel gave a small gasp. Dean did it again and then pulled back.
"Your turn," he whispered.
Castiel leaned forward and copied what Dean had done to her, a few small flicks with her tongue against his and then stopped, waiting for Dean to make the next move.
"And now…together," whispered Dean. Castiel gently nodded, still a look of slight confusion across her face.
Castiel waited her Dean to lean forward and as he brought his tongue to hers she met his tongue with a small flick.
"Again, Cass," said Dean. Castiel repeated the movement meeting Dean's tongue with a small flick.
Dean brought his mouth to her tongue and very gently sucked the tip of it. Dean pushed out the tip of his tongue and Castiel tentatively did the same. She then pulled back, waiting for further instruction.
"You taste good," said Dean, closing the gap between their mouths and placing his hands on either side of her face, holding her.
"Say… I want you," whispered Dean.
Castiel looked up at Dean's face. He was so much taller and broader than she was in this vessel. She breathed deeply and then whispered. "I want you."
Dean closed his eyes for a moment and gently licked his lips before pressing them against Castiel's and parting them slowly with his tongue. Castiel gave a very small moan in the back of her throat as Dean's tongue gently opened her mouth and he found her tongue. Very gently he flicked against the tip again and again, coaxing Castiel into responding to his touch – her tongue beginning to dance with his. As her response began to build with confidence, Dean pulled back and looked down into the angel's blue eyes. Dean could clearly see it was his friend Castiel in the body of this young, voluptuous woman and he was lost for a moment before he said huskily: "Kiss me, Cass."
Cass looked at Dean with incredible tenderness and nodded gently. Looking deeply into mesmerising green eyes Castiel pressed her lips on Deans, her tongue prized his mouth open and it met with his. She started to slowly tease his tongue with little flicks, pulling away where he tried to kiss deeper. Dean growled, grabbed the back of Castiel's head and pulled her hard against him, gripping her hair in his hand and kissed her deeper and harder, his mouth taking possession of hers. Dean's kiss grew stronger, gripping her hair tighter. His other arm reached around her back and he slammed her body to his and he let out a deep, guttural growl.
Dean kissed Castiel, harder and deeper, holding her tightly against his body with his arm wrapped around her and his other hand gripping a fistful of her hair. Castiel kissed back as hard as Dean kissed her, keeping up with his increasing passion. She wrapped one arm around his back and the other on his right arm, gripping his bicep. Her chest heaved as her body began to breathe deeply and heavily.
Dean lowered his arm beneath Castiel's rear and lifted her up and she instinctively threw her arms around his neck, kissing him harder. Dean leaned over the table and with the other arm swiped everything off the desk and placed Castiel on the table, pushing her backwards with him leaning over her.
"Dean, the ritual…the circle…" Castiel protested, panting hard and trying to push herself up. The opening of her dress fell opening, revealing her naked body. Dean's eyes rested on her breasts.
"Dean," said Castiel. "We have to get into the circle."
Dean leaned over her and traced a finger from her throat down to her right breast and slowly circled her hard nipple. He stroked it again, feeling it respond to his touch.
"Dean," Castiel pleaded. "We have to get into the circle."
Dean climbed on top of her, pushing her back down onto her back.
"Sam," Castiel panted. "We have to save Sam."
Dean stopped what he was doing, panting hard. He quickly climbed off her and effortlessly managed to pull her off the table and threw her over one shoulder. With the other hand he found a discarded glass of whiskey.
"Dean, no more alcohol," Castiel protested. Dean, ignoring the angel, glugged it down in one mouthful.
"Dean!" Castiel raised her voice.
Dean turned his head to the bare buttocks over his shoulder and gave them a slap.
"Shut up, Cass," he growled and then chuckled deeply.
"Did you just spank me?" Castiel protested.
"Yup," chuckled Dean again.
"I am an angel of the lord," Castiel whispered.
"Not for a long time, Cass," growled Dean, making his way to the circle. "And you also need to be naked." He said and he put her down inside the circle. "So…strip."
Castiel stood in the circle and looked at Dean. He was naked and was now…very aroused. Her eyes looked at his manhood and it was mostly definitely standing to attention and ready to serve.
"Dean," whispered Castiel, her eyes staring at his swollen member. Dean saw where her eyes were focused and he gave a slow, amused smile.
"What you looking at, Cass?" Dean said in slow, seductive voice.
"Umm," replied Cass. "I…"
"Cat got your tongue?" Dean said very deeply.
"Is that usual?" asked Castiel, looking at the huge size of her friend's manhood.
"It is for me," replied Dean with a smirk.
"Oh," whispered Castiel.
"So," Dean whispered back. "Get naked."
Castiel turned around and began to take off the nun costume.
"Hey," Dean said in his gravelly voice. "Turn back and face me."
Castiel slowly complied. She turned back and let the dress drop to the ground.
"Look at me," ordered Dean. Castiel met Dean's eyes.
"Take off those panties," he whispered. "Slowly."
Castile looked Dean directly in the eye as she slowly obeyed his instruction. She held the panties in her hand.
"Throw them to me," he ordered.
Castiel complied and Dean caught them.
"Well," he said, taking in the naked angel standing before him. "Look at you."
Dean then looked at the black, lace panties in his hand and tossed the over his shoulder.
"Put your hands behind your back," Dean whispered. Castiel gave a small look of confusion and then obeyed.
Dean stood and stared Castiel for a moment and then started to walk towards the circle. His eyes looked at the beautiful young woman before him with full, ripe breasts, slender hips and toned legs and he took a deep breath. His eyes focussed hard on her breasts and down below. He breathed harder.
Dean walked slowly up to Cass and when was a hair breadth from her, he raised his eyes from her breasts and to her eyes. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to him hard before crushing her mouth with his and kissing her deeply. Castiel moaned, feeling the hardness of his body pressed against hers. His right hand moved down to her breast and squeezed it, his thumb running over her nipple. Castiel moaned again before Dean's other hand lowered to her rear and he grabbed it, pulling Castiel even closer to him. Dean lowered his mouth to Castiel's ear and whispered deeply and huskily: "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, Cass."
Castiel gasped. Momentarily stunned she tried to take step back but Dean held her tightly. "And you're gonna love it."
Castiel looked into Dean's eyes. She said quietly: "I take it we have started?" Dean nodded, a wicked look across his face and eyes. "Hell, yeah."
Castiel opened her mouth to say something but Dean crashed his lips down on hers, kissing her fiercely, dominating her mouth. Dean pulled back for breath, breathed hard and kissed Castiel again, pulling her body into his, feeling her breasts crushed against him, his hands tightening on Castiel's butt as she moaned harder into Dean's mouth.
Dean slid one hand up Castiel's back and found its way to her breast, which he began to slowly caress as he deepened his kiss. His slid his other onto Castiel's hip, holding it there for a moment before he moved it closer to her pussy.
Castiel pulled her head back from Dean and huskily asked: "May I move my arms?"
Dean shook his head. "No," he whispered back and began to kiss slowly down her neck. Castiel gasped at the sensation.
"I want to…" Castiel began and then stopped. Dean pulled back from kissing her neck, brought his hand up from her breast to her chin and held it. "What d' ya wanna do, Cass?" he asked, moving his other hand downwards.
Castiel was breathing hard. "I…" she said and then jolted backwards, as she felt his hand move under her pussy. Dean removed his hand from her chin and wrapped his arm around her back and held her in place.
"Just relax, Cass," whispered Dean but Castiel went rigid. "Relax, Cass," he repeated, kissing down her neck. He left his hand in place, just resting where it was as he began to nuzzle Castiel's neck. Castiel was still rigid. Dean kissed his way back up to her ear and began to whisper. "Do you want me to stop, Cass?" His breath was warm on Castiel's neck and she seemed unable to answer. "Cos I don't think you want me to." Castiel eyes closed and she moaned. "You like this," he whispered. "Don't you?" Castiel nodded gently.
"Yeah," whispered Dean. "I know you do."
Dean slowly licked the outline of Castiel's ear and then continued whispering. "I'm gonna move my hand." He said huskily. "Just go with it." Castiel nodded, breathing shakily.
Dean slowly began to stroke Castiel's pussy with his fingers. Castiel shuddered but Dean held her tightly, nuzzling her neck. He stroked her again and felt her becoming wet. Castiel's breathing became deeper but she was still rigid against Dean's body. "It's ok, Cass." Dean whispered, nuzzling her earlobe.
Dean continued stroking Castiel gently until she become wetter and then he moved a finger to the entrance of her wetness. Dean brought his head to Castiel's mouth and kissed her deeply, passionately. She responded to the kiss, relaxing her body. As she kissed back, her body softening, Dean slowly pushed his finger into her. Castiel gasped but Dean kissed her harder, holding the back of her head in place. He held his finger deep inside her, feeling her heat around it before he slowly pulled it out. He pushed it in again, feeling Castiel's resistance soften, her body relaxing into his kiss and touch. Dean slowly pulled out his finger and brought another finger next to it. He breathed in, kissing Cass harder as he slowly pushed two fingers to her softness.
"UHH." moaned Castiel into Dean's mouth, while squirming in his embrace. Dean held her firmly with one arm while his fingers pushed deeply into Castiel. He held them in her, feeling the heat and the wetness and pulled them slowly out. He pushed them into again and then out. Castiel squirmed harder.
Dean broke away from their kiss and looked at the face of Castiel. Her eyes were closed, her lips bruised and her face flushed. He thrust his fingers in harder and held them there. Castiel gasped and moaned. Dean looked at the angel's face, feeling her body becoming relaxed and then she began to unconsciously grind against his fingers, her hips slowly rotating, wanting more.
Dean pulled his fingers slowly out and then slammed them in hard. Castiel opened her eyes, letting out a deep, guttural moan. Dean repeated the action making Castiel pant and moan hard. Dean held his fingers deep in Castiel and she began to unconsciously buck against them again. Dean repeated this before pushing his fingers in and out, harder and faster, building up power and speed. Castiel was becoming wetter and wetter as her pussy became swollen. Castiel was panting harder now, almost lost in a trance. Dean looked down at the face of the woman who had all but collapsed in his arms, her mouth open, panting, her pussy getting wetter, her hips bucking and rotating against his fingers. Dean removed his fingers from inside Castiel and made his way to her swollen clit. His gentlest touch made Castiel shuddered as is 20,00 volts of electricity had shot through her body. Castiel's eyes shot wide open and she looked at Dean, whose eyes she met, looking at her with tenderness.
"Cass," said Dean. "You remember the words for this spell?"
Castiel looked confused.
"Cass," said Dean. "Stay with me."
Cass was panting hard.
"Do you know the words?" Dean asked gently.
Cass nodded.
"Cos you're gonna cum…really hard very soon," said Dean. "And so am I."
Cass nodded again, her eyelids fluttering.
Dean laid Castiel down on the floor and gently spread her legs. He softly caressed Castiel's clit, feeling the angel buck and shudder at every touch, bringing her closer and closer with every stroke he made. As Castiel tossed her head from side to side, squirming, writhing and bucking, Dean could feel how close she was. He was also very, very aroused. It wouldn't take him long either.
Dean kneeled down, lifted up Castiel's legs and put one over each shoulder and leaned right over Castiel's body, opening her pussy as wide as he could.
"Dean?" whispered Castiel, moaning and looking at the stunning green eyes of Dean Winchester above her.
"This will feel great," said Dean reassuringly, looking down in Castiel's blue eyes.
"Great?" asked Castiel.
"Just," Dean said, bringing the head of his cock to her pussy. "Brace."
Dean pushed the head of his cock into Castiel's wet pussy and held it there. Castiel's eyes widened as she looked at Dean. He pushed in some more and held it in her. Castiel was holding her breath as Dean pulled it out to the tip of his cock and then slowly pushed back in to the same point.
"Go with it, Cass," whispered Dean.
Dean pushed his cock in a bit deeper, held it and then pulled it out again. He could feel the angel's body rigid once again in resistance.
"Oh god…," panted Dean, trying to hold back thrusting as hard as he could.
Dean slowly pushed in and out, taking more ground with each thrust, getting Castiel used to the sensation.
Dean now pushed the full length of his cock into Castiel and held it there. Castiel arched her back and Dean could feel her pussy grip him.
"Hmmm," groaned Dean, pulling his cock out to the tip and then pushing it deep and hard into Castiel, who groaned. Dean repeated the movement…before he began to build up his rhythm, slamming into Castiel harder and harder. He was getting close when he felt Castiel, buck, twist, moan and shake below him. She was almost there.
"The words, Cass," groaned Dean.
Castiel was moaning, writhing and panting and her body went rigid. She shouted ancient words out in a powerful, orgasmic moan. Dean let himself release as she said the words and he collapsed on top of Castiel, letting out a powerful, deep guttural growl as he did. Two bolts of electric blue light shot out from the two them, they swirled overhead, zooming around the bunker before colliding together in mid-air. Dean and Castiel lay panting together when they heard a sound like an electric gong being hit hard. They both opened their eyes and looked to the side of them and there, in floating in the middle of the room, looked like a shimmering, silver pond.
Castiel, coming to her senses, tried to get up. Dean was still panting on top of her.
"Dean," said Castiel. "The portal. It worked."
"God, I need that cheeseburger," he panted.
"Dean!" yelled Castiel. "The portal...Sam!"
"Yeah, yeah…portal…Sam…," said Dean, rolling off Castiel, who moved to her feet and felt a bit wobbly in her thighs. She moved quickly to where her trench coat was, threw it on, buttoned it up at lightning speed and turned to Dean.
"This shouldn't take long," she said with a smile as she ran over to and through the portal.
Dean got himself to his feet, ran his fingers through his hair and rubbed his eyes. He gently staggered over to where his clothes were, found his jeans and put them on. Just as he did that, there was a crackling noise and Sam came flying through the portal, landing on his knees.
"Sammy!" shouted Dean, storming over towards his brother, who looked worse for wear. "Sammy?" Dean asked, grabbing his brother as he was getting to his feet, giving him the biggest bear hug. "Sammy, you ok?" Sam nodded his head as stood up. He looked beaten up, tired and hungry. Dean grinned from ear to ear. "Missed you, buddy," he said, hugging his brother harder before noticing someone was missing.
"Where's Cass?" asked Dean, looking around and seeing that the angel had not returned.
"Cass?" asked Sam, trying to take in his surroundings.
"The chic in the trench coat? The one who busted you out?" said Dean, looking over to the portal.
"That's Cass?" asked Sam, trying to come fully to his senses as he walked over to the table and leaned against it.
"Didn't she say?" asked Dean, his voice sounding very concerned.
"No," said Sam. "It happened so fast."
Dean walked quickly over to the portal and stared at it.
"Shit," said Dean, looking agitated. "I'm gonna have to go…" but before he could finish his sentence, there was another electric gong noise and Castiel came falling through the portal, which closed behind her with a large crackle. She stumbled and fell straight into Dean's arms.
"You ok, Cass?" asked Dean, holding the angel with one arm while stroking her hair gently.
"I'm fine, Dean," answered Castiel, smiling softly up at the hunter before trying to get to her feet.
"Cass?" asked Sam.
"Yes, Sam," replied Castiel, looking over at Sam "It is good to have you back."
"Cass, you're female," Sam said.
"Yes," replied Castiel, getting steady on her feet. "It was necessary to get you back."
"Ok," said Sam, taking a deep breath before noticing the circle on the floor. "How exactly did you get me back?"
"Well, we…" began Castiel, taking a step towards Sam.
"Leprechauns," said Dean.
"Leprechauns?" asked Sam suspiciously.
"Yup," answered Dean. "Big, angry, weird…very weird leprechauns."
Castiel looked at Dean for moment and then shrugged. "Leprechauns," repeated Cass.
Sam looked around the bunker, looking at discarded clothes, bra, his topless brother and the candles and nodded. "I see," he whispered.
Dean and Cass exchanged a look before Castiel said: "So…I better go and…err..leave you two to…umm…catch up."
Castiel walked over to Sam and gave him a big hug. Sam looked a bit alarmed by the small, beautiful woman in a trench coat and little else, hugging him.
"See you, Sam," said Cass.
"Yeah," said Sam, clearing his throat. "Yeah, you too, Cass."
"I need to go and return this body and retrieve Jimmy's body," he said to Sam.
"Sure…sure," replied Sam. "You do that, Cass."
Castiel turned to leave quickly and walked past Dean.
"See you, Dean," she said and headed towards the door before hearing: "Cass, wait up."
Castiel stopped in her tracks and turned to face Dean.
"Dean?"
"I…err…thank you for…Sam," Dean said.
"It's ok," replied Castiel. "I care for him very deeply, I hope you know that."
Dean seemed to be struggling to find some words. "Are you coming back here…afterwards? Sammy's back and I am so in the partying mood," he said with a big grin.
"Well, if you would like me to. I thought you and Sam would like some family time."
"You are part of this family, Cass," Dean said gently.
Castiel smiled and nodded. "Thank you, Dean."
"So," exhaled Dean. "You coming back? To continue the party?"
Castiel looked at Dean thoughtfully. "I will be back in my usual…male… vessel," Castiel said softly.
Dean took a step forward and looked down into Castiel's blue eyes. "Ain't no problem here, Cass," said Dean, dropping his voice to a low, seductive whisper.
Castiel slowly smiled into Dean's eyes and nodded.
"Should I bring pizza?" asked Castiel, walking away.
"Hell yeah," said Dean with a wicked smile before he heard Sam ask loudly: "Why are there two giant vibrators on that table?"
Dean cleared his throat and walked over to his brother with the biggest smile on his face. "Leprechauns, Sammy. Very, very, large…kinky leprechauns."
The end.
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