The trio sat in the Impala, staring out the window at the trees and gray road blurring past them. They had been driving for four hours and were just entering Chicago. Dean was thankful their journey was coming to an end because his arms ached from gripping the wheel, and because he missed Cas' touch while he sat in the back seat. The only contact they had were the loving glances Dean would send him in the rear-view mirror. Sometimes his angel would respond with a gentle blush and a shy smile, but at other points he seemed distracted by the purpose of finding Raphael.
"You hearing anything from upstairs, Cas?" Dean questioned as Castiel's eyes stared down at his toes.
"No. Everything is quiet. I'm afraid something terrible is happening in Chicago." he spoke, a solemn expression covering his face, but his eyes remained aimed at the floor.
"Well, don't worry. We're here now. We're gonna stop these sons o' bitches." Dean promised, attempting to comfort Cas, as he pulled a right turn into the parking lot of the motel they would be staying at.
They unloaded their duffle bags from the trunk, and pulled them over their shoulder, looking up at the neon sign that stood high about the front door.
The Moonshine Inn
"Classy," chuckled Dean, throwing his free arm around the neck of Castiel, squeezing his shoulder slightly in order to pull him out of his distant trance. The three of them stepped through the door and greeted the receptionist with a smile. She was a plump middle-aged woman with short blonde hair, and green eye shadow that reached up to her eyebrows.
"Hi. We'd like a room please, with three- I mean, two beds." Sam said, extending his arm with one of his fake credit cards pressed between his fingers. The receptionist flickered her eyes over the three of them individually, realizing that Sam had asked for only two beds when there were three men before her.
"Oh…oh! Yes of course. And you two are a lovely couple, might I add." She exclaimed cheerfully, nodding her head at Dean & Cas who stood slightly too close to hide their intimacy. Dean rolled his eyes, but kept his body next to the angel. She took the credit card from Sam with two long purple finger nails.
"Well, thank you Mr. Morrison! Please enjoy your stay here at the Moonshine Inn." She smiled wide, exposing her large white teeth and pink gums, handing a room key to the hunter.
Sam smiled politely before turning his head to a TV screen that played above her head. A local news channel was on and the headline read:
Local Murders Have Police at a Standstill
"What's going on there?" Dean asked, noticing his brother had been watching curiously.
"Oh, it's just awful! Two young girls showed up dead earlier today. Those poor sweethearts. No one even knows who's to blame. The only lead the police have is witnesses saying they saw a bright light coming from the building they were killed in."
At these words, the brothers simultaneously turned and looked at Cas who was staring at the screen, frowning. It showed the pictures of two women who seemed to be in their early twenties. His mouth dropped ever so slightly and let out a tiny whimper. The girls were two angels Cas had known, two of Cas' friends. He looked down, snatched the key from Sam's hand, and started walking down the hallway in search of their room. Dean hurried after him, finally catching up with him in front of the room.
"Cas…" he said, worry showing on his face. "I know it's hard, but that's why we're here. We're gonna put an end to this! First thing in the morning, we'll-we'll stop Raphael." He said as he ran his fingers over Castiel's temple.
"I need a drink," was all Castiel replied as he wiggled the key inside the lock and entered the room.
Dean, Sam, and Castiel sat side by side at a bar a block away from the motel. It was dimly lit, and smelled like a mixture of cigarette smoke, whiskey, and grease. The bar was full of men in leather jackets and classic rock blared over the speakers. Dean felt right at home.
Castiel was still distant, his eyes blank as Dean rubbed his back and filled his ear with comforting words.
"Sam and I are here to help, right Sammy?" Dean said finally, looking up at his brother on the other side of the angel. His eyes were set toward the door, his jaw slack as he ran his tongue over his upper lip.
"Damn," was all he could let out as Dean turned to find what he had been staring at.
A blonde woman stood by the front door, leaning against a pool table. She was tall and voluptuous, dressed in a short, tight, low-cut black dress and five inch heels. Her legs were toned and glowed in the poor lighting of the bar. Her dark red lips sipped at the beer in her hand. She was looking around the room, bobbing her head slightly to the music. Then, her eyes locked on them, and with one elegant step she starting moved forward.
"Oh..oh my god, she's coming over here," Sam choked, his voice cracking as he watched her lustful strides.
"Well hello there…" she said finally reaching them, her ruby lips puckering after every word. But she was not addressing Sam. She was speaking to Dean instead. Sam's line pressed together in a firm line. It was always his brother that got the girls.
"Uh, hi." Dean said plainly, keeping his attention on the grieving angel.
"You must not be from around here, not very often I see attractive men in this bar." She smiled sinfully, setting her hand on the bar close to Dean. Cas' head popped up at the woman's words, bunching his fists at his sides.
"Um, no, just visiting for a few days." Dean stated, taking another sip of scotch. Castiel glared at the woman, but she didn't notice as she leaned closer to the hunter.
"Figures. But hey, as long as your in town, might as well have some fun, huh?" She bit her lip and set a gentle hand on Dean's thigh. The touch made Dean flinch, and he managed to spill his scotch down the front of his shirt. He stood up quickly, and took a step back, causing the woman to frown.
"Fuck, uh, sorry. I have to uh, go clean off." He said nervously, turning and running off to the bathroom. Cas stood there, seeing red as the woman bent her head to check out Dean's ass while he scampered away. Sam slid into Dean's chair and introduced himself to the girl, who seemed uninterested in the younger brother. Cas lifted his glass, finishing his whiskey in one shot, and in fury turned to the bathroom where Dean had run off too.
The intro to "Shook Me All Night Long," by AC/DC filled the room as he began to march forward. When he reached the bathroom, he threw the door open, finding Dean at the sink, scrubbing his shirt with a wet paper towel. Dean looked up in surprise as the door hit the wall with a thunderous boom.
"Cas?" was all the human could mutter before he was grabbed by the collar and forced back into a stall. His back hit the wall with a thud, and Cas hovered an inch away from his face, his eyes furious.
"You. Are. Mine." Cas growled, before smashing his lips on Dean's.
The hunter's eyes widened in shock as Cas pinned him to the wall, and pulled on his hair, forcing him deeper into the kiss. Castiel pushed Dean's head to the side and sucked hungrily at his neck. He bit down, and felt Dean moan wildly in pleasure, his pants tightening around his erection. Dean's sounds were accompanied by the song, still playing inside the bathroom.
Dean's dick hardened at the thought of his angel being protective over him, and Cas pressed down firmly, his hip bones grinding as his passions went wild. The angel set his strong hands around the collar of Dean's shirt, and pulled it open exposing his bare chest. Castiel ripped the shirt from Dean's shoulders and threw it to the floor, and then dug his nails angrily into the human's muscular back.
"Oh my god… Cas…" Dean mumbled as Castiel licked all the way up his neck, and nibbled on his ear. His hands slid down his back and landed on Dean's ass, using his grip to pull their pelvis harder together.
"Your ass is mine." The angel commanded, stepping back momentarily to yank his trench coat off, and pull his tie from around his neck. His eyes stayed steady on Dean's, full of angry lust.
"Yes. yes it is." Dean agreed, stunned at his own desire.
As the song's guitar solo began, he launched himself forward once again, causing the stall wall to wobble under his force. He bit Dean's bottom lip, and then trailed his mouth down to Dean's neck, sucking and leaving red marks along his square jaw.
His mouth continued down Dean's body, reaching his collar bone, and then licking down his chest, leaving sloppy kisses as he went lower. The angel suddenly dropped to his knees, running his tongue over the defined V just above Dean's crotch. He titled his head back, staring Dean in the eye as he undid his belt and pulled down the zipper. Dean's lips quivered in anticipation as Cas, eyes still piercing, pulled the hunter's pants down to his ankles, uncovering his throbbing hard-on.
Castiel's eyes stayed transfixed on Dean's as he put a firm hand around the base of Dean's dick, and began tonguing at the head. Dean tossed his head back against the wall and let out on deep moan, and Cas' lips wrapped around his erection. He swallowed a scream when he felt himself filling Cas' mouth. He looked down at the angel, and shut his eyes immediately. The image of Cas staring at him while he gave him head was almost too much for the hunter to handle. Castiel brought a hand up between Dean's thighs and cupped his balls, rubbing them with a rhythm that matched his mouth. Dean reached his climax, and grabbed the back of Cas' head, calling his name wildly as he lost all sense of his surroundings.
The angel swallowed, and rose from his knees, keeping his steady gaze. He wiped the corner of his mouth off with his thumb, and then walked out the stall, leaving Dean still pressed against the wall, beads of sweat sticking on his skin, eyes wide.
"What the fuck just happened?" Dean said aloud as Cas left the bathroom completely. It took a moment to gather his thoughts, and then hurriedly pulled his pants back up to his waist and fastened the belt. He grabbed his shirt on the way out, buttoning it back up quickly to catch up with the angel.
Cas was sitting at the bar, sipping at a bottle of beer. Sammy sat in a booth alone after his unsuccessful wooing attempt. The girl still hovered by Dean's chair, and smirked when she saw him returning. Before he could reach his seat, Castiel grabbed him by the neck, and pulled him into a sensual kiss, marking his territory. The angel pulled away, turned to face the girl, and gave her an insincere smile. She glared and stomped away, leaving them alone to peck softly at each other.
"Do you wanna explain to me what just happened?" Dean asked, smiling at the angel's touch.
"I'm not sure. I guess she just looked at you in a certain way, and my primal instincts took over." Cas replied, rubbing his hand up and down Dean's thigh.
"Didn't know you were the jealous type Cas." He chuckled. "But you've got nothing to worry about. I've only got eyes for you."
A/N: This is probably my favorite chapter so far. I highly suggest reading the bathroom stall scene again while listening to "Shook Me All Night Long" by AC/DC. I wrote that part while listening to it, and if Dean and Cas ever had angry sex in the show, I imagine it would be accompanied by that song perfectly.