Dean paced back and forth in his room, rubbing his hands though his dark brown hair. It had been months since the last him he saw Castiel and a lot has change; Dean had become a demon. He could tell that Castiel seemed a bit uncomfortable in his presents, but why the hell not, he was an angel and he was a demon. But he didn't think the angel was fully aware that he was a demon. "I guess Sammy's blood is working better than I thought if Cas can't even tell I'm no longer human." Dean's smile died with the words. He been so worked up with Castiel that he wasn't getting to his daily injections like he's been telling Sam he has. "Dean." Sam's voice broke through his thoughts as his knocked on the door frame. "Sammy...how's Cas?" he cleared his throat. "Still sleeping, I'm worried man; Cas has been out for days, the fall must have done more damage that we thought." he handed dean a beer and walked out into the library with him "I'm telling you Sammy, I didn't think it was that bad until I saw his back for mys-." they both suddenly stopped. Castiel was wondering around the library inspecting all the different items and books, he was still just wearing his black slacks. This was the first time that Sam had seen the damage inflicted on Castiel. The gashes were huge and the layer of skin just looked anger at the world. Sam approached him with urgency in his voice, "Cas, do you think you're well enough to be walking around?" Castiel turned around with his strange but normal little smile he would do time to time with the Winchesters. "I assure you that I'm fine my friend. It's just that it will require more healing then normal for an injury such as this." The angels eyes looked hurt that the last remark. "You see Sam; I no longer have my wings. This is a wound that will never be fully healed not until I can get Heaven restored. I have to fix what I have done, I have to help all my brothers and sister who felled along with me and—." Castile's lost his words when he caught a glance at Dean. For a fraction of a second Dean's faced had looked like it was melting on one side of his face until it returned to normal. The angel's eyes became narrow and grew a bright blue like a warning of a rattlesnake's rattle. "Dean's a demon?" he voice was deep and stern. "Dean? You told me you've inject yourself today?! Sam making his bitch face at Dean. This excited Dean for GOD knows what reason and a demonic smirk spread across his lips, eyes blinking black. "Cas, not for nothing, but the last person who looked at me like that...I got laid." he winked and said his name as seductive as possible. "Cas!" Sam shouted getting in between both of him. "Cas let me explain, Dean Stop! Go and take your daily dose!" he scold at Dean who made a face like a bratty kid who was told "NO" at the store and made his way out of the room but before he knocked some stuff over first. "Sam why is Dean a demon?" his eyes return to their normal deep blue but his voice remind stern he wanted answers.
Dean was scrounging through the bag he had hidden in his room; inside were large strings filled with Sam's blood. He popped the top off and rolled up his sleeve, injecting himself in the forearm. "Man if I keep this up I'm going to look like an everyday druggy" he joked as he notice all the needle scars developing on his arm. He had to joke just to get through the pain that Sam's blood gave him, it was worst then getting holy water splash into your face and he had his fair share of that. He sat against the wall leaning his head back, waiting for the pain to subside. "Why the fuck did I act that way, I got excited by the fact that Cas was treating me. Damn, being a demon was easy till now, now that Cas is here—." He had to admit since becoming a demon his feelings for the angel were stronger. When he was human the thoughts and feeling he felt towards him scared him, but now he wanted nothing to do but to act on those feelings. There was something about him being a demon and Castiel being an angel that was so unnatural and taboo, maybe his demon side was kinky? All he wanted was that angel under him, begging Dean for more pleasure with that deep rugged voice of his, he wanted those intoxicating blue eyes to be filled with lust and frustration as he teased him. He wanted that angel's hands to be tied together as he had his way with him...Dean bit is lower lip and started to feel his cock strain against his pants at the thought. "Damnit..!" He growled though clench teeth as he pressed his palm to his pants, the last thing this place needs is s sexually frustrated demon on the loose. He had to get out of this damn bunker and away from that angel, GOD knows what will happen he stays here as frustrated as he was. Dean grab some of this things and rushed through the library not looking at the Castiel. "Sammy! I'm going to the bar for a while don't' wait up!" He yelled as he grab the keys to the Impala. "Dean-!" Before Sam could argue Dean was gone. "Damnit Dean" Sam muttered under his breath and ran his hand through his long hair, "So as I was saying, to keep the demon at bay Dean takes daily injections of my purified blood. That might be why you didn't notice it when you first got here because he had actually taken his dose for that day. Unlike today were he didn't, that's why he acted like that. That was the Demon not Dean." There was an awkward silence as Castiel tried to make sense of what Sam was telling him. "I mean he's still the same Dean as long as he remembers the daily injections Cas." Almost as if he was trying to convince himself more than the angel. Castiel look at the door that Dean had just left from, "So you go to confession every week to restock Dean on blood? And if he doesn't take it daily he becomes a demon?" his eyebrows furrowed together. "Well he doesn't become a demon right away but he'll start showing signs very similar to the one that you witnessed but I haven't seen him get... uh...like that." Sam couldn't look at Castiel in the eyes, he wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it but Dean was hardcore flirting with Castiel. Ever since Dean became a demon Sam notice that he was leaving into more of a bisexual region but he wasn't sure, Dean still fucked around with plenty of women, but what he just witnessed with Castiel, now he was certain. He was just glad that the angel was so oblivious when it comes to flirting, he didn't wait to explain his brothers actions to him.
Shot after shot Dean swallowed as he tried to get Castiel out of this head. His eyes scanned the room for someone he could take his sexual frustrations on; if he couldn't have the angel, he wanted someone who shared similar traits as him. "Too blonde, brown eyes," his eyes uninterested, moved left to right as he rejected anyone who didn't have black hair and blue eyes. "Hey there handsome, you trying to get drunk?" a voice came from behind the bar, it was the bartender who tended to the bar on the far right of the room. Dean looked up at her as a smirk grew across his face. She didn't have black hair, instead it was more of a dirty blonde and her blue eyes were nowhere close to Castiel's but she would do, now all he had to do was work his demonic charm to get what he wanted. Hardcore. Angry. Sex. "I take that as a yes." She laughed while she poured Dean another shot of whiskey. "So, do I get a name? Or can I just keep calling you handsome?" She leans over the counter, a seductive smile spreading on her face. She was wearing a very low cut tank top that showed most of her lacy bra that peeked underneath. From what he could tell, she was wearing torn-up denim shorts with the pockets showing underneath. "Dean" he answered as his eyes ran up and down her body; disappointed, it didn't leave much for the imagination. "Adrianna" her name rolled off her tongue with a 'like what you see' to her smile. "Hey, why don't I get you another shot and we get out of here; my shift ends in five minutes." She winks at him as she turns his back to grab another bottle of whiskey. Dean smiled quickly faded as she turned away, this seemed almost too easy, at lest with Castiel he had to try harder to get him to notice. "Oh well, beggars can't be choosers" He whispered as he drank down his last shot. The door to her apartment slammed hard against the wall as they stumbled in, hands grabbing at clothes. She had her legs wrapped around Deans waist and was kissing up and down his neck. He forcefully pinned her against the wall as he pushed his hips against her, taking her mouth hungrily as she let out a gasp at the sudden force. Her blue eyes peeked through her long lashes as she looked at him in a daze and he lost it. He only saw Castiel's eyes not this strangers, he didn't even bother taking her shorts off he just simply pushed them to the side as he pulled his hard throbbing cock through the zipper. Pulling her hair back, exposing her neck; he kissed his way down to the nook of her neck and then bit hard as he pushed himself inside her with no warning. "Jesus, Fuck!" she cried out as he started thrusting himself in her fast and hard. He looked at the bite mark he left on her and then licked it, oh how he wish he could mark up that damn angel. He wanted every damn 'thing' to know that Castiel belonged to him, he was marked by that damn angel after all; it only seemed fair. Dean smirked at the last thought. He wish that he was fucking him against this wall instead of this stranger, he wanted to hear that deep rugged voice call out his name over and over as he came undone against him. That image was just perfect enough to send him over the edge. "Cas...!" he growled though clench teeth as he pulled out of her, cumming against her stomach. He lowered her down, forcing her to stand as he put himself back into his pants. "It's Adrianna." Her whispered, caught him off guard. "Huh?" He looked back at her has he headed to the door. "You called me Cassandra, its Adrianna." Her voice sounded irritated about the name switch. "Heh, whatever" he smirked, quickly shutting the door behind him as she threw a stiletto at him, hitting the door. "Ugh! YOU ASS!" She threw the second one at the door for good measure. His smirk grew even larger as he made his way to the Impala. "Ha, right 'Cas'sandra" It was clearly for 'Castiel'.
Castiel's blue eyes peeked through long lashes as he stirred awake, someone was bumping into furniture. He sat up in bed rubbing his eyes, trying to clear his vision as he looked at the clock. "5:12 A.M." he muttered lazily, swinging his legs to the side to get out of bed. He pulled on a clean button up shirt as he approached door, he slowly cracked it open so it wouldn't interrupt what was happening. He hear voices, one was Sam; it seemed like he was lecturing someone in the library. "Dean where the hell have you been I thought you were going to be back around 10 P.M not five in the fucking morning." Sam had his bitch face on from the sound of his voice Castiel thought. He had been so tried now that all this power was being used to heal his vessel and the last thing he wanted was to be kept up by the Winchesters bickering. "Get off my ass Sammy, I went to the bar, met some chick, she took me home and we fucked for a while." Dean was pissed that he had to explain himself to his baby brother about his business. "Dean!" Sam yell as Dean walked away. Castiel hurried to shut his door before he would be spotted by the irritated hunter but he didn't close it quick enough as Dean stopped in his tracks when he saw him. "Cas?" his voice was deep and raspy maybe because of the alcohol that was lingering on his breath. "Hello, Dean" Castiel's eyes seemed to almost glow against the shadows, those eyes, that Dean wanted so badly to one day look at him with lust and desire. It was too much for him to bear, he wanted, no needed this angel. Dean pushed Castiel's door open fully wanting to see all of him. Castiel bit his lower lip as the sudden scent enter the room, it wasn't just alcohol that Dean smelled of, he smelled like sex and he liked it. He could feel a blush creeping onto his cheeks as he felt himself starting to strain against his sweatpants. Dean leaned against the door frame with a smirk spread on his lips. "Did I wake you?" he whispered seductively as he took a step closer to the angel, flashing his black eyes. Dean reached and started playing with the top button of Castiel's shirt, tracing his fingers along his collarbone. His fingers caused the feeling of lightning bolts to shoot though the angel, "This is wrong..." Castiel groan while averted his gaze, he didn't want to be defeated by this desire to claim Deans lips and-. What was he thinking of having such lewd thoughts about him, he was an angel and Dean was a demon. Hearing Castiel groan pushed Dean over the edge, he closed the gap between them and dipped his head in the nook of the angel's neck pressing his lips to the soft sink. Castiel place both hands on the hunter's biceps in the attempt to make some distance between them but to little avail. This was too much, if Dean kept this up he would be corrupted and give in to his sinful desires. Dean started kissing from the nook of Castiel's neck to the jaw line, his lips were so close- "Dean!" Sam voice boomed though the hall. Dean forehead rested on Castiel's shoulder, he blinked to the side, eyes going back to green, looking towards Sam's direction; his smirk slowly disappearing. There was ominous silence in the room and only Castiel's heavy breathing could be heard. "Perfect fucking timing Sammy." He growled though clench teeth as he pushed himself away from the angel, heading towards his room but not before glancing at him with his sad eyes, "It's not wrong." He whispered.