Character(s)/Pairing: Dean, Dean/Anna

Summary: Anna comes back for another round.

Warnings: Hot, sweaty angelsex of the het nature.

Prompt: 06: say my name

Dean had no idea how Anna had found him, but he could really care less. When she entered the hotel room, she gave no greeting. Just pushed him down onto the bed and kissed him like she was trying to eat him. Since she regained her grace, she was definitely more forceful. And Dean had no complaints about that.

The last time, their first time, was gentle, tender, beautiful even. This? This was all about need, want and just doing. Dean wasn't sure which way was better.

As she pulled his shirt over his head, he had a fleeting thought to check and see if Sam was attempting sleep in the other bed. The thought left him completely as she bit lightly on one of his now exposed nipples. Dean thought he heard fabric tearing as they pulled the rest of their clothes off of each other.

Once skin to skin, Dean noticed that she felt warmer now. Everywhere she touched him tingled, making his nerve endings more sensitive. Every brush of lips and fingertips rushed through his body, straight to his cock. He knew that he was starting to make embarrassing needy noises, but he didn't care.

He ran his hands down her bare back to rest on her hips. He leaned up and bit on her collarbone. Her body went rigid at the bite, and Dean tried to maneuver her down onto him. He needed to be inside her now.

The head of his cock found her wet folds. He pulled her down roughly, buried himself to the hilt in that one movement. They both groaned at the sensation of coming together. She set their pace, fast and unforgiving. There was no way he would last long at all.

He pulled her down roughly, fisting one hand into her long red hair.

"Anathiel." He whispered against her throat. She gasped loudly and bucked her hips.

"Say it again." She panted, riding him faster.

"Anathiel." He said louder. His hands gripped her back and he thrust up harder. Their lips met harshly, and it was more teeth than tongue. She grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head with one hand. Nose to nose, they panted into each others mouths with eyes locked. Their rhythm began to falter as they both neared their peaks.

"Come for me." Dean panted. "Come for me, Anathiel." She threw her head back and screamed his name as her orgasm tore through her. Her muscles clenching around him and the erratic motion of her hips was more than enough to bring about his orgasm. He grunted and bit down hard on her neck as he released in her.

She collapsed on top of him, trying to catch her breath. He stroked her spine lightly and placed lazy kisses on her shoulder.

"So, angels come when you say their true names?" Dean chuckled against her. She breathed out a slight laugh. "Not exactly," she said against his neck. There was a scraping sound from the door. She went rigid. When they heard the sound again, she kissed Dean softly on the lips, then disappeared in a flutter. Dean barely had time to pull the covers up to his waist as Sam pushed the door open. Sam stopped halfway in the door.

"If I'm interrupting…" he started. Dean sighed and waved him in.

"She's gone." He said, flopping backwards on the bed. A smile spread across his face. "But it was epic."