Destiel

Don't let anyone fool you.

Angels are the kinkiest pieces of shit you would ever come across.

Castiel wanted sex 24/7. And the things he demanded made even Dean's eyes go wide. Of course, he was more than happy to comply, but where Castiel came up with these things were beyond him.

Once he'd had Dean blow him in the grocery. Another time he had Dean dress up in lace panties. One time Dean had to take the role of a housewife, complete with dress and apron. Once he even had Dean slide his dick between the base of his wings, which, Dean wasn't going to lie, was the hottest thing he'd ever done.

Not to mention, Castiel was a complete slut. He woke up every morning with Cas' hot mouth around his cock. Then he'd get in the shower and Cas would join him. Sometimes, before breakfast, they'd have sex on the counter. After Dean got home from whatever he had to do that day, Castiel would meet him in the garage and fuck him on the Impala, or inside if Dean didn't get out fast enough for Castiel's liking.

Then they'd go inside and shower, complete with sex, then make dinner. While Dean ate Castiel was on his knees under the table, sucking him off. Then they'd cuddle watching TV, but Castiel always made sure Dean's hand was on his crotch and Dean would fondle his balls through his pants while Cas kissed his neck.

Then they'd get into bed and of course, Castiel would fuck the life out of him, before finally falling asleep.

Repeat.

And Dean loved it. He never thought of himself as a bottom, he was always in control, but Castiel soon disciplined him. He was Castiel's bitch and they both knew it. He would never refuse his angel anything. And when Castiel walked in saying he wanted to have sex on the hood of the Impala, Dean didn't say no.

But when Castiel decided they were doing it with the Impala parked outside for the entire neighbourhood, Dean felt a little… apprehensive.

"Please Dean," Castiel said, his eyes opening wide. Dean felt it was ridiculous that Castiel could look so innocent when he was the dirtiest fucker on the block. Dean already knew he would say yes, not because of Castiel's puppy dog face (Sam was the master of that and Dean was willing to bet his life that there was no one better), but because he would do anything for Cas.

So when his bare back was pressed against the cold metal hood of the Impala and Castiel's moans penetrated the air while he pounded his cock into Dean's hole, he blamed Cas.

Dean tried to keep quiet, he didn't particularly want the neighbours to see them, if any were home, but at the same time it was thrilling knowing that anyone could walk out.

He and Castiel had a house in your classic, apple pie neighbourhood, and everything moved like clockwork. Every week day, the stupid minivans would go driving out at two in the afternoon to pick up their kids and return at four after spending some time getting ice cream.

Dean struggled to get a sane thought through his head as he squinted at the sun, as far as he could tell it was half three. He bit his lip, silencing his moans, but Castiel wasn't having any of it.

A slap came across his cheek and Castiel glared down at him. "What did I say about holding back?"

Dean didn't answer, but he let out a groan into the air (which he didn't have to try too hard for, if he was being completely honest). Castiel rewarded him with wrapping a hand around Dean's cock, beginning to stroke it.

"Good slut… that's what you are, aren't you Dean? You're a little slut for me, a slut for my cock in your tight little hole aren't you?"

Dean was pretty sure it went both ways; Castiel would probably explode if his cock wasn't in Dean's asshole, but he didn't bother to point it out, it might earn him another slap (not that he minded, to tell the truth).

"I'm your bitch Cas," he grunted out, feeling his cock twitch in Castiel's hold. "I'm your little cockslut."

Castiel grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some over Dean's cock, slicking it up in his warm hand and beginning to stroke Dean with the intention of bringing him to a climax instead of the stupid teasing thing he was doing earlier which had Dean ready to cry if it meant Cas would give more.

After they both released, Castiel yanked Dean up, capturing his lips in a rough kiss. Dean wrapped his legs around Castiel's waist, smiling as Cas shoved his tongue into his mouth harshly. He heard the rumble of one of those stupid minivans, but he didn't care (even though Dean was completely naked and Castiel was fully clothed, with his pants unbuttoned).

Oh yeah, angels were kinky as shit.

And Dean fucking loved it.