Part 2

Castiel, the angel that had stormed the Pit and drug Alastair's very apt pupil from the depths, was standing in the brothers' hotel room by the time Dean got there. The hunter almost kicked the door down before charging inside as I found a comfortable spot outside of the window and settled down to watch.

'Places gentlemen. And… action!'

Dean pounced as the angel turned to look at him. The hunter gripped the lapels of the angel's trench coat and hauled the shocked creature forward, smashing their lips together. Before the angel could react, Dean released one hand from his coat and brought it up to the back of his head, holding Castiel in place as Dean kissed him, forcing his tongue into the angel's mouth. Castiel pulled back after a minute and gripped Dean's shoulders, holding the hunter at arm's length and speaking to him, though I couldn't hear what he was saying, but I could guess. Dean shook his head and attacked the angel's mouth again, shoving trench and suit jacket from Castiel's shoulders as he shoved him back toward the bed. His feet tangled in the discarded clothing and they both tumbled back onto the bed. Dean sat up, straddling the angel's hips, and started working on the buttons of his shirt.

Castiel was talking again, his lips moving but doing nothing to stop the hunter as he finally spread the shirt wide and ran his palms over the angel's borrowed chest. I had to give him credit, though. Castiel had picked a damn fine vessel. I leaned back against the tree outside their window and ran a hand over my borrowed chest, flicking at the nipples as I felt them peak beneath the thin satiny shirt I wore. The soul screamed at me, disgusted and afraid and I smiled, giving one breast a particularly hard squeeze, making sure she could feel it, before turning back to the night's entertainment.

Dean had found a way to shut the angel up; pressing their mouths together again as he jerked the belt out of Castiel's pants and flung it away. The angel brought his hands up again, pushing Dean away and trying to talk sense into the hunter once more but Dean was hearing none of it. He yanked open the angel's pants, thrusting his hand inside as he ground himself against Castiel's thigh and finding his mouth with his own again. Dean's hand began a steady up and down motion and I watched as Castiel's eyes went wide before closing tightly as his head fell back against the bed, neck arching beautifully. Apparently Dean thought so too because he moved his kisses to the exposed flesh, sucking and biting as he rutted against the other male.

Castiel's fingers tangled in Dean's short hair and brought the hunter's mouth to his own again before he started tugging at the man's t-shirt, running his hands over Dean's back, short nails digging into his shoulders. Dean pulled away enough to pull the shirt over his head to join the growing pile beside the bed, the scarring handprint on his shoulder catching my attention for a second. Castiel sat up to kick off his shoes and yank the tie from around his neck before discarding his shirt. Dean went for his lips again, pressing their chests together, trying to push Castiel back into the bed but the angel had other ideas. He gripped his hips and switched their positions, pressing Dean down into the bed, tugging his jeans down over his hips and off his legs. Dean sat up and grabbed Castiel's hips, pulling the angel down to grind against his crotch.

"I'm gonna fuck you," Dean said.

Before you ask, no, I still couldn't hear anything but you don't need to be a lip reader to know those words when you see 'em. Now, Castiel was being way more accommodating than I'd though he would be, what with being an angel and all, those guys have no sense of humor, believe me, but what happened next shocked even me. Castiel smirked, seriously smirked, at Dean. I swear to you, he looked almost demonic as he leaned in and replied, "What makes you think I'll be the one getting fucked."

I have never been so happy of proper enunciation in my entire existence. I actually went weak in the knees at the angel's announcement and Dean gave him a smirk of his own, his more a 'yeah, right' than whatever was on Castiel's face, and tried to take the dominant position again. He didn't get far. It became clear very quickly that the angel had only been allowing himself to be manhandled before; it was also clear that that time was over. Dean got this obstinate look on his face and tried to roll Castiel again but wound up on his back instead, Castiel looming over him, hands on his shoulders, pressing the hunter into the dingy hotel comforter as the angel ground his erection into the man's thigh, as Dean had done earlier.

Dean was struggling now, determined to come out on top, which didn't surprise me in the least, he seems the dominant male type. What did surprise me, was the angel. I almost expected him to give up the fight and let Dean have his way, you know, turn the other cheek and all that, but he was as determined as the hunter. He flipped Dean onto his stomach and held him down with one hand in the middle of his back as the other began working his boxer-briefs down over his hips, exposing his toned ass to the both of us. Well, three if you count the girl I was riding. She was freaking out, by the way. Sweet, innocent girl, never even touched herself before. I'd been giving her an education you don't get in school, maybe college, but she didn't seem very grateful. Shaking my head, I pushed her to the back of our consciousness and focused on the pair on the bed.

Castiel had pulled some lube from somewhere and was pressing a slick finger inside the hunter. Dean's face was pressed into the bed, fingers gripping the comforter, as the angel worked another finger inside. I watched the tendons in his wrist flex and Dean's head came up off the bed, eyes squeezed shut, his mouth open in a shout of pleasure I could hear through the closed window, pushing his hips back onto the angel's fingers, coming up on his knees to get better leverage. Castiel let him up, his hand moving from Dean's back to clutch at his hip as he worked another finger into the human. Dean's head fell forward again; spreading his legs a little more, and began rocking into Castiel's fingers inside him. The angel was really working Dean's prostate if the hunter's shaking sweating form was anything to go by. Removing his fingers the angel quickly shed his boxers, slicking his beautiful cock and lining himself up behind Dean.

Now, I don't know if suddenly Castiel's demon radar or whatever it is kicked in just then or if he suddenly realized that the curtains were open and God and everyone could see what they were doing, but he looked up just then and those burning crystal blue eyes locked on me, pressed back against the tree, one hand jammed down the front of my shorts working my borrowed body into a frenzy, my own pitch black eyes taking in their every move. I smiled at him, wiggling the fingers of my free hand at him in a wave. His eyes narrowed and I was half afraid he'd stop and smite me on the spot but Dean, Lucifer bless him, chose that moment to press back against the angel. Keeping me trapped in his gaze, Castiel gripped Dean's hip with one hand and pressed his cock against the man's opening with the other. Dean rose up on hands and knees, giving them both better leverage, his head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, his lower lip clenched between white teeth as Castiel steadily pushed inside him. The angel's eyes closed, releasing me from his burning gaze, as he was fully sheathed inside the hunter and I shivered at the gorgeous picture they presented.

Despite the fact that I'd probably have a pissed off angel after me as soon as he finished ravishing his human, I couldn't leave. Come on, would you be able to leave before the big finale? Didn't think so.

So I keep having my bit of fun as Castiel grips Dean's hips so hard I can see bruises starting to form already and begins to thrust in earnest. The hunter's eyes fly open, not seeing much of anything, as the angel pounds into him. One hand flies back to grip Castiel's hip briefly before reaching between his own legs to grip his leaking cock, letting the angel's thrusts push him through the tunnel of his fist as those lovely lips formed all manner of obscenities. I was impressed, some of those words even I didn't know.

They soon found a rhythm and moved together for several minutes until Castiel one of Dean's hips, his hand making its way to the man's shoulder and settling over the handprint on the hunter's flesh. Dean's strokes quickened as he pushed himself onto Castiel harder, the dull thump thump of the bed against the wall reaching me outside until Dean's hand began to lose its rhythm on his dick seconds before he shot thick ropes of white onto his hand and the comforter, his body shaking a bit from the intensity. I shivered myself, working borrowed fingers faster against slick flesh as I chased the elusive pleasure the hunter had just experienced. My eyes sought out the pair again and froze at what filled my sight.

Wings stretched out from Castiel's back as he continued thrusting into Dean; not the black shadows that humans usually saw but actual, honest to Lucifer wings. They weren't the blinding white of hallmark cards and renaissance paintings, at least, not completely. They ranged in shade from pure white along the bones at the tops to pitch black on the longest feathers on the bottom, with every shade of gray on the feathers in between. I'd never seen anything like it and the sight froze the breath in my borrowed lungs even as my fingers kept working, the soul I'd overpowered was silent as well, awed, either by the sight my possession of her allowed or the sensations coursing through our body, I didn't know and didn't really care as the angel's eyes clenched shut, the movements of his own borrowed body becoming jerky and uncontrolled.

We came at the same time, if you can believe it. The pleasure washing over my body as bright light erupted from the angel's wings. Not the blinding fire of his true form but enough heavenly purity to sear my eyes behind their closed lids and make me see spots as an unbearable sound echoed in my head forcing me to slam virgin girl's hands over our ears. After several moments of silence I chanced a look around. I had sunk to the ground and now rose shakily to my feet, wiping at the blood that trickled out of my ears from the intensity of an angel's true voice, and peaked into the now fractured window.

Castiel lay draped over Dean's back, no sign of his wings now, neither of them moving except for the rapid rise and fall of their chests. The angel was the first to stir, pulling Dean's back against his chest and running a hand through his sweaty hair before pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. Those piercing blue eyes opened and fixed me with a glare. I just grinned at him and blew a kiss before turning away. I almost collided with Sam Winchester's solid chest, stepping back in time to avoid his grasp but his eyes were narrowed on me.

"Do I know you?" he asked.

I smiled.

"No," I said. "But you will."