This was the first salt and burn ever, Dean considered fun.
Cas, had insisted a tender young Omega mother, especially on his prom night, had no business digging up a corpse. Dean had allowed his Alpha to take the lead all evening and as of this moment Castiel hadn't caught on that "allowed" was the operative word. If Dean didn't have half a chub on and damp undies all night, the Alpha would have been fuck out of luck and his wife would have been in that hole digging right next to him.
So Dean sat on the bumper, sipping a beer and enjoying the view. He'd insisted Castiel not only remove his coat and dress shirt but his tee and dress pants as well. Anyone else doing the same task while clad in pinstripe boxers, dress shoes and socks would have looked ridiculous but this was Castiel with his well muscled, tight, little runners build and smooth olive skin that just happened to be cast in moonlight.
It was a boner inducing sight and had given Dean an instant chub on.
"Nice, every time he goes for another shovel full of dirt his dick swings."
He reached down and adjusted himself not very discretely. Cas' boxers were completely sweat soaked and rode up his ass.
"Weeeee…I wanna ride you like a pony, son!" Dean let out a chuckle, he liked having dirty thoughts.
A shovel full of damp earth clobbered Dean in the face. "Son-of-a-bitch, what gives?!"
Cas rested his arms on the edge of the grave. "Are you enjoying yourself?"
"Hey, you're the one that thinks I'm too delicate for manual labor. You forget, I survived pushing a bowling ball out my snatch…doubt you coulda survived."
"Touché."
"Did you reach wood yet?"
"Yes." The Alpha had been having his own dirty thoughts. Cas gave Dean a salacious smile.
"I didn't say, achieve wood, I said reach wood."
"Oh."
"Bust through the lid, it should be pretty rotten by now."
Castiel used the shovel to break through the coffin lid, exposing Peggy's bones. The dead girl had been buried in her prom dress, now moldy and discolored. After seeing her ghostly form with her pretty features, perfectly coiffed hair and beautiful dress, seeing her skeleton filled him with sadness. Cas placed the broken crown on her dull, faded hair.
"Poor girl…"
"Come on, the bones aren't gonna burn themselves." Dean extended his hand and helped his husband from the grave. Castiel watched as the Hunter sprayed lighter fluid over the bones, tossing the can in for good measure and then drop a match down the hole. There was a brief flash before flames danced across the prom queen's bones.
Peggy was finally free.
….
Track star Jason cowered next to a urinal as the horrifying ghost of Peggy Sanders loomed over him. She gave him the full on broken neck treatment as she approached, dragging one foot along.
What could only be described as "a little girl scream" came from the scared shitless teenager. Just as she reached down to touch him the specter burst into flames right before Jason's very eyes and then vanished.
His friends found him still crouched next to a urinal, pants wet with piss and babbling about a ghost.
The awful Alpha had just earned the nickname, "Pee pee Pants" for a full two weeks until graduation.
…
This entire night had put the lovers on edge. The minor danger and excitement only fueled their mutual desire and as they filled the grave back in, the sexual tension grew until the air was ripe with the scents of comingled lust.
Dean's neediness and urges the days leading up to this evening made him feel than a little crazy. Just being in his husband's proximity was exquisite torture.
Once the grave was filled in, Castiel dropped his shovel and began circling Dean like a starving wolf. Dean couldn't get his dress clothes off fast enough, revealing his lingerie surprise of black, stretch lace, boy shorts and matching tank top which gave the Alpha a peek of the teen's hard, flat chest capped by swollen nipples, his belly button, ass and rock hard cock.
When the aroma of coppery slick hit Castiels nose he was lost in complete euphoria and all other external stimuli vanished. His entire world was standing right there in front of him.
The Omega suddenly shoved him to the ground then took off running.
At first Cas felt confusion, was Dean scared, unwilling, upset? The Alpha trailed his nose through the air but all he picked up on was the Omegas heated excitement. Cas kicked off his shoes and stripped off his boxers before taking chase.
A barefoot Dean was able to move without a sound across the soft grass and use large tombstones as a hiding spots. The Omega wasn't exactly sure why he felt the need to make the inevitable harder but it seemed necessary to make his mate work for his pussy.
This was actually a primitive brain response from Omegas if they sensed a potential mate was losing control and might cause harm during the mating process. The Omega, if he was able, ran to tire out the Alpha thus making the act much safer.
The instinctive reasons would have meant little to Dean; he was living in the moment and the excitement of being hunted by Castiel felt exhilarating .
He peeled off his damp lace shorts and dropped them behind a mausoleum to throw Cas off the trail. Dean knew even though he was a fit young man ten years Cas' junior, the best bet would be to trick Castiel because Dean wasn't sure he could outrun him.
Dean peeked out from behind the stone building and saw his Alpha moving swiftly toward him, tracking by scent alone.
The Omega ran to safety behind a giant angel on a marble pedestal, he stripped off the tank he had on and rubbed it hard between his legs, leaving a streak of slick behind then dropped it to the ground and took off for the tree line.
When the Alpha found the shorts and not Dean behind the mausoleum he howled in frustration, becoming more determined than ever to take the Omega down. He barked, "Dean, stop running, you know this ends one way."
The sound of Castiels rough, distinctive voice and his choice of words gave the Omega a delightful shiver. He dropped behind a skimpy bush in a half hearted attempt to hide, secretly hoping his Alpha got there soon.
By the time Castiel found the lace tank behind the angel he was less emotional and more focused. He followed Dean's scent toward the tree line and there found his Omega supine on the manicured grass with knees bent and opened wide.
Immediately the Alpha dropped upon him, pinning the Omega's wrists above his head even though Dean had long given in. Castiel grabbed his mates cock and balls at the root, tugged them out of the way then slowly pushed his length deep until he bottomed out, bumping the cervix with the head of his cock. When excited, both females and Omegas vaginal canal lengthened to accommodate their partner. Castiel was a perfect fit.
The sensations from being completely filled had Dean moaning, twisting and turning, unable to reign in his body movements. Cas let go of his Omega's cock and balls and bent his mate nearly in half. His knot swelled up quicker than normal, blocking any exit of slick or seed. In fact the Alpha was only able to get a few hard thrusts before he was tightly trapped. It pull out now would have been painful, especially to Dean.
They stayed that way, locked together and Dean's dick trapped between their bellies, the only movement came from Castiel shifting slightly to stimulate his Omega.
The only witnesses to their instinctive mating ritual and coitus were the natural, nocturnal creatures.
TBC
A/N- I know this chapter is short but I wanted to get out what I had for the weekend. This evening will finish in the next chapter.
Thanks for your continued support.