Four Seasons - Demons rage outside your door. (Summer)

A summer storm raged outside in the night, pelting bullets in the shape of raindrops against the window, hard enough to almost shatter the glass. Thunder rumbled and growled like the deadliest of dragons outside, threatened with every peal to tear the skies apart. Lightning flashed and streaked across the night sky, brightening the world in all too brief instants, making everything look eerie, spooky, ethereal.

Inside the motel, things were all too different. Sam had gone, sent away on a mission (should he choose to accept it, and he had) to find the town's best pizza with all the toppings and then some. He'd left, grudgingly, probably suspecting the real reason behind being sent away but still leaving anyway.

Dean and Castiel had waited until the familiar rumbling growl of the Impala's V8 engine had rumbled into the distance, swallowed by the louder growls of thunder, before they locked the door, and Castiel was pressing hungry lips against Dean's; all closed eyes and open mouths and wet tongues and wandering hands.

Castiel's hands were shaking as he peeled the T Shirt from Dean's slightly sweaty body, running gentle fingertips across the handprint scar still showing out brightly against the skin of Dean's shoulder. Dean's breath hitched in his throat at the contact, hitched again when Castiel laid his hand full on the scar. The hunter felt a slight tingling sensation, which went straight to his cock, making him hard, making him want the angel more than he already did.

Castiel didn't take any notice of Dean's increasingly impatient groans, just leant forward to kiss the scar, to run the tip of his tongue across the raised surface, making Dean moan in surprised pleasure. The angel kissed the scar again, lips feeling soft against the slightly rough surface, before he trailed his lips up Dean's shoulder, to his neck, to gently suck and nip a few bruises there.

Dean's eyes closed against the pleasure, as Castiel's hand slid down between them, cupping and rubbing the hunter's half hard erection through Dean's jeans, bringing him to a full-blown hard-on within seconds. He continued to gently nip at Dean's neck with questing teeth and tongue, and Dean cried out, bucking his hips impatiently into Castiel's rubbing palm.

Outside, the storm raged on, unnoticed, sounding like an army of demons raging at the door, but neither hunter nor angel cared much. All they felt, heard, smelt was each other, and in that moment, that was all that mattered.

Castiel finally pulled away, leaving Dean hard, no closer to orgasm and Dean complained, loudly, angrily, until Castiel slowly freed his hips from the confines of his jeans, leaving Dean to kick them free from his feet. Dean pulled his boxers off, feeling the too warm air hit his skin, washing over him and drawing out beads of sweat from his body. He watched as Castiel slowly undressed, folding each item of clothing and piling everything neatly on the nearest bed.

While Castiel's back was turned, Dean went to the small fridge in the corner, to take a couple items from its chilly interior. He turned back and saw that Castiel was already sitting, legs outstretched upon the bed, watching him, closely, gaze sliding across the hunter's body hungrily.

Lightning arched across the sky outside, lighting the room inside, flaring across Castiel's perfect face, making him look even more beautiful in an all too brief instant. The sudden light made his eyes seem a darker shade of blue, more intense, hungry.

Dean crossed the room, to crawl onto the bed beside Castiel, never taking his gaze from the angel's, as Castiel's tongue peeked out from between his full lips.

"Open up, Cas," Dean said, taking a strawberry from the box he held in one hot hand, holding it to Castiel's lips invitingly.

Castiel smiled slightly, before nibbling gently at the berry, juice dribbling down his chin, before he wiped it hastily away, licking the juice slowly from his fingers. Dean groaned at that, feeling his erection start to throb even more, wanting attention, craving Castiel, but it was still too early for that.

Castiel took another berry from Dean's fingers, closing his eyes as the sweet taste flooded across his tongue and he chewed slowly, lips pushing out in an unconscious pout as he ate. He turned into Dean's kiss, when he felt the hunter's lips against his, slightly sticky lips working against Dean's hungrily. He moaned into Dean's mouth when he felt the hunter's hand wrap around his cock, thrusting his hips into Dean's palm when the hunter started stroking him firmly.

He leant back against the wall behind him, eyes closed, full lips parted, moans of satisfaction dropping from his mouth, almost swallowed by the thunder outside. Dean watched him, the way his brow furrowed in slight concentration, at how his lips parted in such away as to demand a stolen kiss, at the way his eyes flew open and a blush worked its way across his cheeks as he came, hips bucking into Dean's hand, his name falling from the angel's lips in pleasured cries and groans.

Dean wiped his hand on the sheets, before he leant down, dragged his tongue across Castiel's waiting stomach, enjoying the hiss of breath that sucked Castiel's stomach in slightly. The angel cried out more when Dean squirted the cream onto waiting skin, licking it away immediately before it melted away. He repeated the gesture again and again, until Castiel was hard once more.

Dean's mouth wrapped around Castiel's cock, slightly cool from the cream he'd licked away from bare skin, and Castiel inhaled sharply, both at the pleasure and the cool sensation of lips and tongue against his heated flesh.

His eyes stared blindly at the ceiling, hands gripping the sheets beneath him, balling the thin fabric between sweaty palms and trembling fingers, moans squeezing past a lust constricted throat as Dean sucked and licked him further to completion.

Dean's gaze flicked up to Castiel's face, smiling slightly, feeling his own erection grow impossibly hard when he saw the look of pure ecstasy stamped across his angel's face. One more suck hollowing Dean's cheeks out, one well timed lick and sweep of his tongue across the head of Castiel's cock, and the angel came with a loud cry of Dean's name, bucking his hips, his cock further into Dean's mouth. Dean took him in without much difficulty, waited until Castiel's orgasm calmed, before pulling away from him with a slight pop, before trailing kisses gently across Castiel's abdomen.

He tasted the faint trace of cream left behind, and something that belonged purely to Castiel, something pure yet musky and Dean breathed in, licking slowly up Castiel's body, before pressing lips to the angel's own. Castiel responded, wrapping gentle arms around his hunter, body warm against Dean's, laying entwined, relaxed, until the familiar sounds of a V8 engine rolled to a stop outside ...

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