WARNING: Explicit content to follow (smut). I'm sure you're all very shocked by this since it isn't rated M and Dean and Cas aren't listed as a pairing.


Dean stood frozen to the spot as Cas's words repeated themselves through his head. I love you. I love you. I love you.

After a minute, Cas began to worry. Dean wasn't moving, or even blinking. He would have thought he wasn't breathing either if it were not for the subtle movement of his chest. "Dean?"

Fanfiction green eyes flicked up. "Yeah?"

"Are you alright? You have not moved in nearly 80 seconds."

"That long?"

"Nearly."

"Oh." He continued after a beat. "Why... why didn't you tell me?"

"You told Sam that you didn't love me. That you never could." He took in a deep breath, as though bracing himself for a blow that may come at any moment. "And I am... ok with that. I'm not asking anything of you. I never would. I only wish that we may continue on as we were. Friends. Family."

Dean didn't speak for several moments after that. Cas sighed and stood up. "I will leave you now. Goodnight, Dean." He started to walk towards the door, but at the last moment, Dean grabbed his wrist. Cas's eyes furrowed in confusion. "Dean?"

Dean wasn't entirely sure of what he was doing, but that had never stopped him before. He pulled Cas back to him and slightly loosened his grip before grabbing his other hand. he took in a deep breath and pulled the angel closer. Dean settled his hands on either side of his face and pulled him closer.

At first, the kiss was only a simple pressing together of their lips, with no movement or friction. Then they closed their eyes and moved, opening their mouths carefully and allowing their tongues to explore each other's mouths. Cas moaned and moved closer, grabbing the back of Dean's head with his hands. He ran his fingers through the short hair, tugging carefully at it. Dean groaned and clutched at him tighter, pulling him backwards until they fell down on the bed. Dean placed his hands on Cas's chest and pushed him so that he rolled over onto his back with Dean leaning over him. He straddled the angel's waist, stopping for a moment when he felt Cas's erection press against him. He rolled his hips so that they pressed together, causing them to let out simultaneous moans of pleasure.

Dean tugged on Cas's suit jacket. Cas leaned up, allowing him to pull it off. Dean stripped away the torn and bloody shirt and undid the bow tie, throwing them away, hopefully to never be seen again. Dean leaned down to kiss Cas again. Cas gripped his hair, pulling him closer as he moaned into his mouth. Cas pushed him away, and Dean thought he'd done something wrong, but Cas only pulled his shirt over his head, quickly returning to recapture Dean's mouth once he was done. Their legs became intertwined as they thrust into each other. They slowly grew gentler until Cas had one hand caressing Dean's face and the other resting on the handprint burned onto his left shoulder. A wave of warmth flowed through them both from the connection. Dean's hands moved down, mapping his chest and arms, curving over every muscle. Dean pulled away from Cas, moving down. He placed gentle kisses to the underside of his jaw, moving down the column of his throat and clavicle as the angel squirmed under his attention. Dean used his hands to feel Cas's chest before he flicked one of his nipples, and the angel arched against him as he sucked in a breathe. Dean chuckled breathily as he placed careful kisses around the nub. "I love it when you make noises like that. And I'm going to spend the rest of the night making sure you" he licked Cas's nipple, "don't" nipped it, "stop." Dean reached his hand down to palm his angel's erection. Cas slammed his eyes shut as he moaned and bucked into Dean's hand.

Dean moved down the bed and unbuttoned Cas's dirty dress pants, quickly pulling them down along with his boxers. He sucked in a breath when faced with Cas naked in his bed. Confused, Cas looked down at him. His eyes softened when he realized what had happened, and he grabbed Dean's arm, drawing him closer. He cupped the back of Dean's neck and pulled him closer, pressing their foreheads together as they stared into each other eyes. "Dean… we can stop if you want."

Dean let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. He lay his head down in the crook of Cas's neck and placed a kiss at his jugular. "Cas… I want this. I want to be with you."

Cas smiled softly and pulled Dean back up to face him. Cas pushed him back down onto the bed so that he was leaning over him. He placed a soft kiss to his lips before shuffling down and carefully pulling Dean's boxers down. Dean blushed when Cas stared at him, nervous about what Cas would think or do. His fears were dashed when the angel wrapped his hand around his member. Dean let out a shocked gasp as one of his hands fisted the sheet and the other reached down to join Cas's hand.

Cas stopped moving, staring owlishly as Dean as his hand stilled. "Dean? Did I do something wrong?"

Dean shook his head. "No, no. You're… you're doing good. Just go slowly."

Cas nodded, moving his hand up and down the shaft, smearing his precome over the head, using it to slick his hand. He slid his hand from the root to the tip, palming his balls. After a minute, he pulled his hand away. Dean looked up at him with a frown. "Why'd you sto- ahhhhhh!"

Dean slammed his eyes shut in surprise as Cas licked his cock, pressing his tongue flat against the bottom. The angel worked his mouth down dean's cock, squeezing Dean's thigh with one hand and placing the other on his hip to hold him down. Dean tried not to move too much, but that was difficult when you had an angel going down on you. His hips bucked against his will when Cas allowed his teeth to graze against a particularly sensitive spot.

Dean sat up, pulling Cas into his lap. The angel's blue eyes clouded with worry, thinking he'd done something wrong. His fears evaporated as Dean forced their mouths together, hands planted firmly on his hips to keep him grounded. They thrust against each other, each move sending a shock of pleasure through their bodies. They came almost in tandem, spurting come over their chests and abdomens. Dean fell back against the bed, dragging Cas down with him. Cas wrapped his arms around Dean's torso, holding onto him as though his life depended on. Dean clutched his shoulders, pulling him ever closer.

Dean let out a breathless "amen", then laughed when Cas just shook his head and huddled closer.


Eris sat twirling her hands through the thick black goo as the Master watched in fascination from his position next to Artemis's cage. He didn't know what all she'd put in the pool, and to be entirely honest, he didn't want to. He didn't even know what it was for, only that Eris had conjured it almost immediately after Nyx had left (he felt it safe to say that his mother-in-law didn't like him).

If he was being completely honest, he was more than a little scared of the chaos goddess. He had joined forces with her to gain power, and to have help in bringing the Doctor to him, but now he was beginning to wonder if it had been worth it.

Eris kept dipping her hand in the pool, rubbing it between her fingers then pulling her hand up to let it fall into her mouth (he had to keep himself from making a disgusted face lest she see him), each time making a dissatisfied noise. She did this again now, except this time she let out a happy squeak, immediately standing up and skipping over to the clear glass ball that she'd stored Sam's insanity in. She carefully picked removed it from its place in between their thrones before walking over to him. Eris was grinning so widely he was half-afraid her head would split open. He nearly stepped away from her, but stopped himself just before she grabbed his wrist and pulled him over to the pool.

The Master thought of asking what she was doing, but he knew by now that asking her questions was a fast ride to nowhere. Letting go of him, she removed the red and black webs from the glass and let them slip through her fingers into the goo, which started to let off a blue glow. She reached down to her waist and drew her dagger. She was as quick as a viper as she grabbed the Master's hand and sliced it open, forcing it into the pool. He yelled and tried to pull back, but he couldn't. His hand was stuck as though it were in tar. He turned to shout at her, and saw that she had slit her own hand open and was allowing it to sink into the tar. Once it was fully submerged, Eris began to chant:

Ας το παιδί να γίνει μεταξύ μας,

Μια θεά πιο ισχυρή από ό, τι οποιαδήποτε άλλη,

Ένα παιδί που γεννήθηκε από την τρέλα και την εξουσία.

Finally, he could move his hand. He yanked it out, grabbing it and holding it to his chest. The goo pulled away, falling back into the pool. Furious, and a little scared, he demanded that she tell him what she'd done.

But Eris did not even look at him. She'd reached her other hand into the pool now, and was using them to pull something up. She cradled the small bundle in her arms against her chest. It was swathed in a purple silk blanket with silver Greek runes and circular Gallifreyan. He moved closer to her, and finally realized what it was.

The baby's arm waved at him from her position in her mother's arms. Eris cooed at her.

The Master felt as though he'd been frozen. He walked over to her as though he were a machine, incapable of thought or emotion. He took the baby, holding it to him with enough force to make any human child cry out in pain. She only giggled. He smiled in response, an unconscious reaction to his child's excitement. As he started to gain his sense back, he realized that her eyes were purple.

"What's her name?" It never occurred to him that he might choose one, or even make a suggestion. She had done this, made this wonderful being in his arms. It only made sense that she choose the name she be known by.

"Mara."