"alright. okay. Dean/Meg, rough sex (maybe kinda rapey? somehow) I don't know, actually xD"


"Look at her Dean! She's furious!" Sam said.

And she was.

He could practically taste the scent of smoldering camp fire that seemed to radiate from her.

Ignoring everyone else he grabbed her upper arm and pulled

her roughly from the room. Pushing her against the wall he hissed angrily in her face "What the fuck is your deal?"

She glared at him.

"Christ sake Meg, don't do this. If you have a problem you tell me. You don't go all pouty bitch face on my ass!"

"You don't think I noticed?"

"What?!"

"The little looks between you and Castiel? I thought it was over."

"It is!… was… shit…" He lent back and ran his hands through his hair.

"We had a deal!" Her eyes bloomed black in anger as she spoke through gritted teeth. "You and me…. You me AND Cas… Not you and the boy wonder…"

"You need to curb your jealousy."

"You need to back the fuck off." She spat.

"OK. Enough…" Ignoring her protestations, Dean grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and marched her upstairs.

Shutting the door behind him he narrowed his eyes at the glowering demon. "Come here." He pointed to the spot in front of his feet.

"Fuck you."

"Don't make me ask twice."

Petulantly she moved towards him, her hand rubbing at the back of her neck where he'd gripped her.

"Kneel."

"Anything you put in my mouth you're gonna lose Deano."

"Shut up Meg." He muttered, pushing her down then pulling her forwards so he could slap cuffs on her wrists.

She gasped as he pulled her roughly to her feet and whispered in her ear. "I found these in the bunker. Go on. Try and smoke out."

Meg threw her head back, but nothing happened.

"They're covered in all kinds of symbols, even ones Sam's never seen. You're not going anywhere."

He yanked her towards the desk and bent her over it, taking a moment to run his hands lightly from her shoulders to her belt buckle before snaking his hand around to undo it. pulling at her jeans and pushing them down her legs.

"You're pretty like this Meg. All soft curves and warm skin." He kicked at her feet, then slipped his fingers between her thighs, leaning forwards across her as he did, pinning her to the desk. "It's hard to believe the demon's so spiny, so cold. Impossible to believe when you feel like this."

"You're a pig." She spat, wriggling under his weight.

Deftly, he took hold of her hair and wrapped it around his fist, pulling her head back till she yelped. "Shut up."

She could hear him fumbling with his belt but she couldn't move, could only bite down hard on her lip as she felt him pushing urgently into her, no easing in, no slow strokes, but straight away into his stride so that her hips banged painfully against the edge of the desk.

With one hand still in her hair, he brought the other round to clutch at her throat, digging into the tender underside of her neck, pressing his short nails into the skin before moving his hand higher and pushing his fingers into her mouth.

She bit down hard, ground her teeth against the small bones of his hand, but he only reacted by fucking her harder, keeping her mouth full even as she tasted his blood on her tongue.

There was a point where she mixed up the pleasure and the pain, where the cracking of her hip bones, the sting in her scalp, the hot ache in her arms and the burning bite of his mouth on her shoulder became the same as her tongue on his fingers, his cock inside her and it was always at this point that she unraveled and gave in.

He'd let go of her hair and wrapped both his arms around her neck, pulling her back towards him for his final thrusts, his hot damp lips pressed to her ear gasping, fuck….. oh fuck….. chist.… before settling heavily on her, his heart pounding hard enough that she could feel it reverberating through her body.

"You're crushing me."

He pushed himself away from her and undid the cuffs.

Meg stood up right and stretched her arms till her shoulders popped satisfyingly.

"Shit…" She looked down at herself and ran a hand over her pelvis. "That's gonna bruise."

"Poor baby." Dean chuckled, falling to his knees and gently kissing her hips before pulling her jeans up for her. "You could have tapped out."

"Safe word? Are you kidding? What kind of demon uses a safe word for a little fucking?"

He grinned and kissed her softly. "You're a major pain in my ass you know that?"

"You love it though."

The sound of Sam and Cas moving around downstairs made him glance towards the door.

"Yeah, I do. Come on. Lets go be social."