Welcome, amigos, to chapter two! For those who don't know or have forgotten, this is a Supernatural/Pokémon collab between Maddy () and I () We sincerely hope you enjoy! Also, sorry for the wait. Blame me, not Maddy, for that ;D
Dean was ready. Ready to venture into the world of Pokémon. Equipped with his newest companion, Squirtle, six Pokéballs, food, water and clean clothes, he stepped outside to begin his new life. After a tearful goodbye with his mother and a brief hug from his brother with a sworn promise to call when he got to the next city, Dean was gone. First stop; Viridian City. On the way there, Dean was very lucky in the aspect that his Squirtle was more powerful than average at the level it was at. By the time he'd gotten through the troublesome grasses of Route 1 - he seemed to attract wild Pokémon with each step - he'd already acquired himself a Pidgey and a Rattata.
After stopping at the Pokémon Centre to heal his tired Pokémon, he headed onwards in his journey. He had to make the long walk through Viridian Forest. He was hoping he could catch a Weedle, as they're badass little Pokémon, in his opinion. As he made his way through the forest, his Squirtle out of its Pokéball and walking beside him, he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. A Caterpie! Dean sighed as he took out a Pokéball.
"Pidgey, come out!" he threw the Pokéball to the ground and in a flash of light, Pidgey was hovering a few inches above the floor. "Pidgey, sand-attack, we have to weaken the Caterpie!" Dean commanded, pointing towards the quivering bug Pokémon. Pidgey dive bombed the small Caterpie and used its long wings to blow sand in the Pokémon's face, half blinding it. "Okay, now, Pokéball, go!" Dean threw a Pokéball with all of his might towards the Caterpie.
With another flash of red light, the Pokémon had gotten inside and the ball started rocking from side to side. Dean held his breath. Normally, if a Pokémon isn't weak enough, it jumps back out, he thought. The Pokéball stopped wiggling and was still, it's seal in place.
"Alright! Well done Pidgey!" Dean stroked the bird Pokémon before bringing back out it's Pokéball. "Pidgey, return"
The rest of their journey to Pewter City went without incident, if you don't count the fact that Dean had to run away from a swarm of Beedrill. When he threw a rock at a Weedle in attempting to capture it; a swarm of Beedrill seemed to appear from thin air and chased Dean and Squirtle to the sign which showed their destination. 'Pewter City, THIS WAY' The sign showed and Dean took the rest of the way at a run, for one thing, he wanted to make sure the Beedrill were way off of his tail and for another, he wanted his first Pokémon badge.
Dean decided to stock up on some Potions and other things that would help him with his battle at the Pokémart. He asked the cashier about the gym leader.
"Bobby Singer his name is. Specialises in Rock Pokémon. It takes a lot of skill and training to beat him. He's been at it for years."
Dean sighed. Just his luck that the first Pokémon trainer was tough as a Sandshrews shell. The young cashier showed him to the Gym and patted him on the back.
"Good luck" he smiled as he walked away.
Dean took a deep breath. This was it, his first gym leader. He opened the door and was approached by a man in glasses and a black suit.
"Hello, Champ in the making! You're up against Bobby Singer now, the fearless leader of this gym. Have you got what it takes to defeat him and get the Boulder Badge? We'll see! Bobby has rock type Pokémon, which are weak against Water and Grass type Pokémon. Good luck!"
Dean sighed in relief. He had a Squirtle, a water type Pokémon! This should be a piece of cake! he thought to himself, grinning. He walked through the entrance and came to a door. "Bobby Singer" was written on it in bold letters. Taking a deep breath he knocked and opened the door. A man in his late 50's with a red flannel top on, ratty jeans and a baseball cap on looked up from where he was sat. Dean blinked.
"Hello. Are you Bobby Singer, the Gym Leader here?"
"Can you not read the door you idjit?" said the man, getting to his feet and stretching.
"Yeah, I'm sorry. I'm looking for my first badge. Any chance we could battle?"
Bobby considered Dean for a moment, looking into his deep, green eyes.
"You seem like a well adjusted kid. Just don't cry too much when I beat ya." he said, getting a Pokéball off of his belt.
Dean took the bag off of his back and pulled a Pokéball from the side pocket.
"Come on out, Geodude!" Bobby said, throwing the ball and with a flourish, Geodude was ready and raring to go. Dean got out his Pokédex.
"Geodude. The rock Pokémon. It has a hard head and a sturdy body. Throwing rocks is a common type of offense by Geodude. As Geodude is also a Ground-type, it can use moves like Earthquake. Geodude also possesses the ability to explode. The blast causing severe distress." Dean sighed and put his Pokédex away. Just his luck, this Pokémon has the exploding capabilities of a nuclear bomb. Dean threw his Pokéball. "Squirtle, I choose you!"
The match had begun.
Dean gaped at Bobby's Geodude. Never had he seen such a mean looking Pokémon.
"Geodude, use Tackle!" Bobby commanded. Geodude sped towards Squirtle.
"Squirtle, counter it and use water gun!" Dean shouted. He had to admit, Squirtle was very fast on its feet even though it didn't look it. Squirtle dodged the attack and whirled around, a vast spray of water gushing from it's mouth, hitting Geodude square in the face.
"Geodude, hold on!" Bobby shouted, clenching his fists and grinding his teeth. Geodude wavered for a moment before pressing against the blast of water, forcing itself forward.
"Squirtle, Tackle him, now!"
Squirtle seemed to glow for a second before launching himself onto Geodude, forcing him to the ground with a crash.
"Geodude? Are you okay?" Bobby questioned, running over to his Pokémon. Geodude was laying there, the force of the impact making a dent in the hard ground. It had been knocked out.
"Damnit. Geodude, return!" Bobby sighed, pressing the middle of the Pokéball.
"My next Pokémon! Onix, come on out!" Bobby threw the ball to the floor and with a flash of light, out gleamed an Onix, 8 metres high, leering down on the small Squirtle.
"You gonna keep that Pokémon, idjit?" Bobby smirked, clearly pleased with his choice in Pokémon. Dean grimaced. Bobby was right. Squirtle didn't look like he stood a chance against Onix, being only half a metre tall.
Just then, Squirtle began to glow again. At first it was only faintly, then it got brighter and brighter until the whole room was engulfed in the bright light. Then, as quickly as it had started, the light dimmed and stood in Squirtle's place was a Wartortle. Considerably more manly, Dean thought to himself as he looked at the creature. He pulled out his Pokédex to see what was up.
"Wartortle, the water Pokémon. Wartortle is the evolved form of Squirtle. Wartortle are loyal to their trainers. They are also more aggressive than Squirtle. They tend to hide in water when hunting and emerge to surprise their prey. They are known to be very tough Pokémon that often have scratches on their shell which serve as reminders of past battles."
Wartortle waddled over to him and put a small hand up. Dean smiled as it reminded him of the first time he'd met his Squirtle, now Wartortle. Dean put his hand against Wartortle's and grinned. "You okay, buddy?"
Wartortle smiled appreciatively and turned around, his stance low, ready for battle.
"What a touching moment. Now time to watch my Onix crush your Pokémon." Bobby called over.
"You can try!" Dean called back, winking. "Okay, Wartortle, think strategy." Dean whispered, crouching down towards the Pokémon. "We gotta try to get Onix down to your height." Wartortle nodded, showing he understood. Dean straightened up.
"Onix, use Bind!" Bobby cried. Onix moved towards Wartortle slowly, threateningly. Just as it was about to curl Wartortle in a crushing embrace, Wartortle jumped out of the way, running up the Onix's back and settling itself on its head.
"Good one Wartortle, now, use Water Gun!" Dean screeched, in a manly fashion. Wartortle hesitated a second, and it was a second too late as Onix thrust his head backwards, sending Wartortle flying. He hit the wall with a dull thud.
"Wartortle!Are you okay?" Dean shouted, running over to his injured Pokémon. It's eyes were closed but it was still breathing. "Dude are you gonna be ok? We're gonna take you to the Pokémon centre and fix you up real good, you hear me?" Dean picked up his fallen Pokémon and got its Pokéball. "Return and have a good rest before we can get you checked out." he said. He turned towards Bobby who was stood there waiting.
"Pidgey, I choose you!" Dean threw the Pokéball to the floor and in a burst of light, Pidgey was flying around the room.
"Pidgey, use sand attack!" Dean commanded, his voice tight. Pidgey obliged and sent a burst of sand into Onix's eyes. It thrashed about uselessly, hardly able to see.
"Pidgey, use gust!"
Pidgey flapped his wings fast, making a hard, strong wind appear. However, it wasn't that effective against the Onix, and it only did a minimal amount of damage.
"Onix, bind the bird!" Bobby shouted, and Onix obeyed. Getting Pidgey in a crushing embrace, Onix began to squeeze. Dean tried to command Pidgey out of the bind, but it was no use, he was well and truly trapped. Eventually though, Onix released Pidgey, but not before he had lost a substantial amount of health. Dean dug through his backpack, looking for something that could be of use to the weak Pokémon. In it, he found a Super Potion! He now had a debate. Re-release Wartortle and use it on him, or use it on the already weak Pidgey, who was weak against Rock type Pokémon? He picked up the Pokéball in which Wartortle resided.
"Pidgey, return!" in a flash of light, Pidgey was gone.
"The rule was two Pokémon each, you idjit. You admit defeat?" Bobby leered, stroking his beard.
"Of course I don't." Dean said through gritted teeth. He needed the Boulder Badge. He imagined how proud his little brother would be of him when he told him. He wanted to prove he was a decent trainer, to his brother, Castiel and to himself. He looked down at the Pokéball in his hand. "Wartortle, go!" Wartortle came back out, stumbled a few short steps and fell down again. Dean rushed over to him and sprayed his injuries with the Super Potion, not stopping until each one was covered. They seemed to heal before his eyes and before he knew it, Wartortle was back on his feet. "Come on buddio, we have to win this!"
Wartortle looked up, his eyes filled with determination.
"Onix, bind the little twerp again" Bobby shouted, almost lazily as he compared the heights of the two Pokémon, sure he would win. Onix's tail caught Wartortle in a crushing bind before he could move. Wartortle struggled against the bind before sagging. Onix brought its broad head to Wartortle's, leering down at it. Wartortle looked up into the eyes of the huge Pokémon, silently pleading it to stop.
"Wartortle! Water Gun now! As hard as you can!" Dean exclaimed. Wartortle took aim and let rip, the water hitting Onix full force in the face, downing it before it could do anything to dodge the attack. "It's down, now tackle it!" Wartortle ran full force into the head of the downed Pokémon, tackling it down even more. Wartortle jumped back up, recovering quickly.
"Onix, are you okay?" Bobby shouted. Onix didn't answer. It had been knocked out with the force of the water, weakening it and then being crushed to the floor. Dean had won.
"Balls! Onix, return!" Bobby said, resentment in his voice. "Well played, Dean. You've won the Boulder Badge. This means Pokémon will be more loyal! You earned it, well done, Dean."
Dean was ecstatic, he'd got his first badge! He thanked Bobby and walked out of the Gym, the badge pinned to the inside of his jacket. He was well on his way to becoming a great Pokémon trainer.
Dean sauntered into the Pokémon Centre, feeling ecstatic about his recent win against Bobby. He planned on healing his Pokémon and grabbing a cheeseburger, hopefully taking it back to his rented room in the centre - if a pretty girl didn't catch his eye, that is. However, before he could grab his food, something much better than any girl caught his eye, currently healing his Pokémon. One Castiel Novak, in black, horrendously tight jeans, was leaning over the counter, casually chatting to the nurse. Dean stood, entranced by the sigh before him. The perfect globes of his ass slightly wiggling towards him, taunting him.
Yet, before Dean had the opportunity to reach out and touch, Castiel stood, effectively snapping Dean out of the haze of lust that had overtaken him. Dean cautiously approached the desk, leaning against it and facing Castiel.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here, then?" he said, smirking broadly. Castiel shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny of Dean's gaze.
"Dean," he acknowledged, nodding slightly. Dean rubbed his hand on the slight 5 o' clock shadow growing on his chin.
"Where're you staying?" he asked confidently, even though his heart was beating a mile a minute at the proximity of their chests, Castiel's clad in a tight dark shirt, his own in a thin, slightly grubby t-shirt.
Dean licked his lips, watching as Castiel's eyes darted down to watch the slow, deliberate movement. Castiel's eyes fluttered and Dean leaned forward slightly, teasing the other man.
Abruptly, Dean pulled away, making Castiel whine and jerk his body forwards.
"Catch you later, Cas," Dean whispered in a flirty tone, then turned on his heel and left, heading towards his rented room, leaving Castiel flushed and aroused. Dean's Pokémon could wait till tomorrow after something like that.
Dean hurried down to his room, not even bothering to hide the slightly noticeable bulge in the front of his worn jeans. He smirked to himself. His impromptu plan had gone perfectly. Except now he had an erection. Occupational hazard, I guess, he thought to himself, laughing slightly.
He opened the door to his room, quickly locking the door behind him, and flopped down on the single bed. Dean rolled onto his back, reaching down and palming himself through his jeans, relieving some of the pressure in his dick. He groaned, images of Castiel all hot and bothered racing through his mind. With his free hand, he swiftly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down. Wasting no time, he shoved his hand into his boxer briefs, taking a firm hold of himself, and stroking the shaft quickly.
"Cas..." he whispered, speeding up his hand to a blur in the confines of his underwear. He grunted, raising his hips and shuffling, wiggling out of both pants and boxers. Keeping his hand on his dick, he settled into a more comfortable position, stroking slowly and smoothly, moaning loudly, letting himself go completely.
Cas walked down to his rented room, still flushed and slightly hard from his encounter with Dean. He hurriedly let himself into the single and locked himself in, heading towards the ensuite bathroom for a very cold shower. However, when he was about halfway across the room, he heard a loud, unmistakable moan vibrate through the walls. His eyes widened comically as he turned to face the source of the noise, the room next to his. Another moan echoed through the wall, leaving a lasting impression in his brain when he realised, with a groan, that the voice belonged to Dean.
Instantly, his cock was rock hard, aching to be touched. With a low grunt, he reached down to tentatively touch himself through his skintight jeans, still tuned in to the loud noises of obvious pleasure coming from Dean's room. He lowered himself onto his own bed, coincidentally placed against the wall that hid Dean.
Cautiously, he peeled off his trousers, briefs and socks all in one go, unceremoniously flinging them across the room. Cas wrapped his fingers around himself, creating a tight fist around his cock. The slight pain from the noose-like grip only giving him more arousal. He began to moan, flicking his wrist on every upstroke, imagining Dean, head thrown back in pleasure, mirroring his current movements.
His moans grew louder, and he knew that Dean could hear him as well. The thought make him grunt, stuttering in his movements.
Dean listened carefully as he heard moans begin to accompany his.
"Ah, Dean!" the voice yelled out, and Dean's eyes boggled. That voice was unmistakeably Castiel's, and now he knew that they were both on the same wavelength. He almost sobbed, his arousal coursing through him with an almost painful speed. Dean sped up the moves of his hand, his face contorting as he felt himself near breaking point. The familiar coil in his gut signalling how close he was. His back arched and keened, coming smoothly across his chest and stomach.
Cas heard the high pitched noise, and imagined Dean above him, arching up and coming deep inside him. The thought alone of this sent him over the edge, and he whimpered as he came, the force of the orgasm shocking him and tiring himself. He barely has enough energy to grab his t-shirt and clean himself up, and fell quickly to sleep.
Dean smirked to himself. If he'd known that Cas could be this vocal, he would've stuck around earlier. He wiped himself off with some conveniently placed tissues nearby and quickly drifted off to sleep.
Dean awoke bright and early from a dreamless sleep and walked out of his room. He'd wanted to heal his Pokémon up and call his brother to tell him how he was getting on the night before, but circumstances made that impossible. Dean walked down to the Pokémon centre and let out his Wartortle, Pidgey and Caterpie so that Nurse Mary could look at them and assess any damage they may have had inflicted by his previous match against Bobby Singer. As his Pokémon were being treated, he decided to get a spot of breakfast before calling his brother. Walking over to the café across the street, Dean ordered a large cheeseburger with fries and an apple pie. Dean loved pie. After he'd eaten, Dean made the short walk back to the Pokémon Centre, took his now healed Pokémon and went back to his room. He plopped down on his bed and pulled his phone out of his pocket, searched for Sam's name and put the phone to his ear. No answer. Dean frowned, normally Sam always had his phone on him. He called again and on the last ring, Sam picked up, sounding breathless.
"Hey Dean," Sam gasped
"Sammy! Hey! How have you been?" Dean replied, hearing his brothers familiar deep voice and smiling in spite of himself.
"I've been fine thanks, how are you getting on?"
"Dude, you won't believe it! I've got my first badge already!" Dean said excitedly.
"Oh wow! I knew you had it in you, Dean, well done!" Sam said, his voice heavy with pride. Dean heard a cough on the other end of the phone.
"Hey Dean? Listen, I have to go. I'm in the middle of something, I'll talk to you later, bye." The phone went dead. Dean looked down at his phone curiously, before shrugging and continuing on with his day.
Gabriel sighed, snaking his arms round Sam's waist, settling his hands on Sam's toned stomach.
"Saaaam, I've got a new product for us to try out," he said, with an obvious smirk in his voice.
"Let me guess, it's home-made?" Sam replied, rolling his eyes.
Gabriel kissed Sam's neck. "Isn't everything I get us to try out?"
Sam laughed, turning in Gabriel's arms and looping his arms around his neck. Gabriel leaned up onto his tip-toes and kissed Sam, snaking his tongue quickly into Sam's mouth. Sam slowly pulled away.
"C'mon then, tell me what it is," he said against Gabriel's lips.
Gabriel pulled away completely, holding up a small glass bottle. "Chocolate flavoured lube!" he shouted excitedly, making Sam's eyes boggle in his head.
"Seriously?" he asked, unsure whether Gabriel was joking or not. Gabriel nodded, grinning ear to ear. "Let's do this, then," Sam said, taking off his t-shirt, revealing his muscular chest. Gabriel looked dumbstruck, he never thought that Sam would give in so easily.
"Awesome!" he cried, stripping off his own t-shirt. Sam laughed at his enthusiasm, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the bedroom that was adjacent to Gabriel's office. Gabe sealed their lips together, forcing Sam backwards until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed.
Sam sat down heavily, Gabriel immediately straddling his thighs, pushing his hips forward into Sam's. Sam whined, the pressure barely enough to relieve the growing tension in his groin. Gabriel smirked, pressing down harder, insistently thrusting against Sam.
"You are wearing too many clothes."
"They're just pants, Sammy." Gabe smirked.
"Yeah, well, they need to go. Now." he replied, impatience heavy in his voice. Gabriel stood, teasingly inching his dress pants down, inch by inch revealing his smooth skin. Sam huffed, and yanked down his own jeans, quickly pulling Gabriel back onto his lap. They gasped as their cocks rubbed against each others, bucking forward to get more of the delicious friction.
Gabriel groaned, shoving the bottle into Sam's hand. "Prep me, Sammy," he whispered huskily. Sam growled, popping the cap and squeezing the clear liquid onto his fingers, quickly bringing a finger up to his mouth to taste it.
"Well, you certainly for the taste," he chuckled, low in his throat so it was almost a growl. Gabriel whined and bucked forward, desperate for Sam. Sam smirked again, reaching his hand behind Gabe and circling his entrance with his pointer finger. Gabriel gasped, screwing his eyes shut and pushing back against the finger. Sam's finger gently slid passed the tight muscle and pushed inside, quickly searching for Gabriel's prostate. Gabriel jerked his body as Sam brushed against the gland, shuddering as he roughly probed it, slipping in his fingers while Gabe was distracted. By the time Sam had three fingers buried in Gabriel's ass, he was riding them, fucking himself on them relentlessly. Sam growled, Gabe looked too hot for his own good. He removed his fingers, earning a whine from Gabriel.
"Fuck me, Sam, do it now," he keened, desperate for Sam's dick. Sam groaned, quickly squeezing more lube onto his hand, rubbing it over his dick and guiding Gabriel down onto it.
As Gabriel impaled himself on Sam's cock, they both moaned loudly, the pleasure almost too much to bear.
"Gabe," Sam grunted, thrusting his hips into Gabriel.
"Sam, c'mon, fuck me, please," Gabriel cried, lifting himself up and dropping back onto Sam's lap with a shudder. Sam gripped his hips tightly, so tight he would leave bruises, and lifted him back up. He let him drop back down, but bringing his hips up halfway to slam into Gabriel's, making them groan and shudder. They continued like this, setting up a swift rhythm. Their mixed grunts and groans of pleasure echoed through the room, the only other noise was the harsh slap of skin on skin. Sweat poured off their bodies as they neared their climax. Gabriel whined and keened as Sam pummeled his prostate, grunting and groaning, low in the back of his throat.
Sam felt the familiar coil in his belly and wrapped a strong hand around Gabriel's dick, stroking him to the edge of his orgasm.
"Gabe," Sam ordered in a husky voice, demanding Gabriel look at him. "Come for me, Gabe."
That was all the encouragement he needed. His back curved graciously as his muscles tightened, and he came all over both their chests. His ass tightened around Sam's dick, the pressure just enough to send him over the brink, coming deep inside Gabriel's ass. They shuddered and clung to each other, feeling as though they would break or loose each other if they dared to let go. After they'd come down from their highs, Gabriel smirked at Sam.
"Time for a taste test, me thinks, Sammykins," he said with a wink. He dismounted off of Sam's lap, and leant down to neatly lick at Sam's dick, wiping off any left over come or lube. Once Sam's cock was clean, he sat back up, licking his lips and smiling. "Oh, I definitely got the taste, Sammy."
Sam threw his head back and laughed. They would definitely be doing that again.
TBC~
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