For all those 'Welcome To The Team' fans, I'm gonna make a fic of it. Should update soon.
Hehe... Okay, so i decided to do one, maybe two more chapters. :) let me know if you want another! :)
Dean stumbled into his motel room drunkenly the next morning, scowling a little at the the light streaming through the window before he shut the curtains with a yank.
'Damn sun.' He growled, flopping down on his bed, scrubbing a hand over his face as a flicker of annoyance crossed his features.
Dean scowled, propping himself up on his elbow. 'What's eatin' you?
Sam just kept on gazing up at the ceiling, hands behind his head and ankles crossed, small smile playing on his lips. 'Nothing.' He breathed, chuckling a little. 'Actually, I feel pretty great.'
Dean frowned, then let a startled laugh burst from his lips. 'You got laid?'
Sam smiled a little, holding up a sheet of paper. 'You don't say.' And there it was, a common sight for both the Winchesters, although it was usually only Dean that acted upon such advances; ten digits and a lipstick kiss.
'Someone got some!' Dean laughed loudly, sitting up with a wry grin before frowning a little. 'You seriously caught up on her?'
'He was amazing.' Sam replied quietly. Dean didn't hear the gender reference, and ergo, he smirked.
'What's her name? You gonna call her?'
'Probably...' Sam answered, thinking of Balthazar's promise for a regular thing with a slight grin gracing his content features.
Dean threw Sam's mobile at him with a laugh. 'I'll be outside...'
SAM PoV
I took a deep, shaky breath, pressing the call button and holding the phone to my ear.
'Samuel Winchester.' The British voice drawled. 'I wondered how long it'd be before your dreams begged you to call me. But this was faster than I anticipated.' He chuckled softly, then hung up.
I gazed at my phone in disbelief, then was spun around into the arms of the blonde, British angel. 'Miss me, Darling?'
'Shockingly so.' I answered playfully as he brushed his lips again mine. 'Dean was asking questions...'
'And you didn't know how to answer your homophobic brother...' Balthazar smiled wryly, and I frowned at the glint in his eye.
'What are you gonna do?' I groaned, knowing that he had a plan.
Then he was gone.
I groaned again, dropping back onto the bed as I heard Dean yell outside.
DEAN PoV
'Balthazar?' I shouted, glaring at the angel reclining the hood of my baby, heart hammering.
'Shocked to see me, Darling?' He drawled, trailing his eyes down my body with a grin.
'Well, uh.. Yeah, actually!' I snapped. He smirked, sliding off the hood.
'I'm your brother's source if entertainment for last night.' He told me bluntly.
There was an almost audible pause, and I could've sworn by the look in Balthazar's eyes that he could hear my brain ticking as comparison dawned.
'You... Sammy? Seriously?' I blanched a little, shooting daggers at the junkless douchebag who'd-
Who'd what, really? Caused my brother to be happier than he ever has been? Could I really bear him ill-will for that?
I tightened my jaw, and nodded minutely. 'Thank you.' I murmured. 'You... Helped Sammy.'
'What are angels for, Darling?' He chuckled.
'Well, I'm grateful.' I admitted reluctantly. He smirked and nodded, stepping a little closer.
'Aren't you just a curious George?' He sniggered, circling me. 'I can see you wondering, what it was about that made your brother act like this. Do you want me to tell you, Dean? Do you want me to explain to you how your brother rode me into the mattress as I screamed his name...?'
I bit my lip a little, the fact that this was my brother we were discussing being the only thing that meant I wasn't achingly hard right now.
'I can see into your head, Dean... I know you want me...' He placed his head on my shoulder from behind, trailing a finger down my chest gently as I stared straight ahead. 'You know what we could do together... I'd be astounding... The pleasure I could create in you, what you could give me in return...'
I swallowed dryly, trying to think of anything except his smooth accent, caressing fingers, and the cliché of having an angel on my shoulder. Sammy, I thought fiercely, Sam in speedos. Bobby in speedos. That made whatever arousal I had die instantly, and I grimaced, realizing that mental image would haunt me forever.
'Bobby? I didn't know you were into older men, Deano.'
'Get off me.' I snapped, stepping away from him. He appeared in front of me, a gentle smile playing on his lips.
'You're harder to crack than Sammy was. He was so willing, so ready and rearing to go... But I guess that's because he already wanted men.'
His words took a few second to process, but then I allowed a small gasp to slip through my lips. 'Sam's... Gay?'
'Obviously.' Balthazar raised an eyebrow, like me not noticing that Sam was gay was the biggest mistake that I'd ever made- if only- and he smirked a little. 'He never told you.' Balthazar was suddenly there hands on my chest, smiling at me. 'You know you want this, you know you want me...'
There was something about his smooth, alluring voice that made me force myself to stand, frozen... Until his lips began to caress my neck, and I gave into temptation in one rapid turn of my head, catching his mouth with mine with a succumbing groan.
When Balthazar eventually stopped sucking on my bottom lip, and I brushed it with my tongue to realize that it was indeed as swollen as I'd anticipated, he was smiling a little, his own kiss-flushed lips turned up in a look that was purely joy, no malice or arrogance.
'Told you.' He chuckled a little. I chuckled a little too, seeing no reason to hide my want from him now- so long as Sammy never found out.
'That you did.' I admitted, brushing a thumb across the angel's flushed lips.
He smirked and wrapped a hand in my hair. 'Yeah yeah yeah... C'mere.' He pulled my head down again, pushing me onto the hood of my baby, fingers gripping my hips hard enough to make me whimper into the kiss. I winced as I realized that I must've sounded like a seriously desperate whore, and I was Dean freakin' Winchester- I didn't do being a whore. But his fingertips were caressing my hips gently, mouth fitting fantastically against mine... Then as he leant his body against my own and I felt his hard cock brush my thigh, I groaned wantonly, electricity I had never experienced before shooting through my bones.
'We sh-should move this somewhere more private.' I stammered, eyes squeezing shut as he licked at my collarbone. One snap of his fingers, and we were in the Impala's backseat, naked and kissing.
'This okay for you?' He purred, and I nodded, feeling the leather stick to my sweat-damped skin.
I tensed, growling, when I felt his head brush my ass. 'No way.'
'Come on, Dean... Would you rather fuck the same ass your brother has? Or be given more pleasure than you could ever experience... And at the -Not hands, rather dick... But the saying fits- At the hands of a celestial being?'
I gritted my teeth, forcing my body to relax, one hand tight on his ribs as I nodded slowly. He smirked, and began to press forward, forcing through my tight ring of muscle slowly, my eyes clenched shut as he groaned a little.
'So tight...' He moaned, hands clenching on my hips as he fully sheathed himself inside me. I trembled, head falling back, beads of sweat sliding down my neck.
I whimpered, holding his hip still, silently begging him not to move yet. He rested his forehead against my chest, shaking with the strain. After a moment, I nodded a little, exhaling heavily as he began to move, dry skin pulling painfully. He set up a pace that rocked the car, and slammed into me hard enough for me to wince and growl, moaning wantonly as his fingers brushed my heavy cock.
I whimpered as he exploded in me, fingers tightening and pulling on my hair. He stroked me roughly, smirking as I came on his hand, arms shaking before he collapsed on me.
'F-fuc-uck...' I stammered, breathing ragged and ribs groaning under his weight.
'Mhmm.' He agreed, kissing my chest gently. 'Au reviour.' He whispered, then vanished.
I was still lay in the car, shocked a little that Balthazar would just use me then leave- albeit dressed now- when Sam knocked on the slightly-misted window.
'Dean, I'm gonna hit the library for a bit of research.' He wasn't alone- I could see their shadows- and opened the door quickly, climbing out before Sam could leave.
There was nothing that could've prepared me for what I saw.
Balthazar was stood by Sam, an arm slung around my brother's shoulders, half a grin plastered on his face.
'What the fuck?' I growled quietly. 'So this is how it's gonna be. You use me then you leave me? For my brother?'
'You say that like there's gonna be more, Darling.' Balthazar smirked as I opened my mouth to inform him that yeah, actually, I had assumed there'd be more.
'We'll see you later, Dean.' Sam interrupted, and I glances furiously at my little brother.
'You're still gonna be with this douche after this?'
'Of course. It was that or he does us both at the same time...' Sam shrugged easily, brow furrowed as if this was the most simple thing. 'And personally I'd prefer separately.'
I opened my mouth in furious retort, then realized I had no-one to shout to, because they'd gone.
'Son of a bitch!' I yelled, locking my baby and heading toward the motel room, kicking it roughly when I realized the door was locked and I had no key.