Author's Note: Takes place 2 weeks after the last chapter. This chapter really doesn't have much plot. Castiel/Dean smut. Loki makes his signature appearance of course. As I said, he will appear in every single chapter, since Gabriel is my favorite character in Supernatural and I can't deny him his due (Sam). As for Missouri, I live in this state and have been to this particular town, so I'm bashing it from personal experience. Short chapter. Sorry. Will write a longer one tomorrow picking up where this leaves off and giving more background on how Sam/Loki and Rachel/Bobby became friends. I'm unfortunately high right now thanks to an unintentional mixing of barbiturates and benzos to curb some nasty panic attacks earlier. Things are way blurry and make no sense. Sorry if this chapter makes no sense.

There Can Be No Peace

Ch 4.

They were back to hunting again and living in cheap motels or the Impala, whatever they could come upon, and traveling the breadth of the US to hunt supernatural beings of importance. Rachel had insisted on tagging along, as well as Loki, though at Sam's fury. Bobby and Rachel had apparently become quite close within the past few months, Dean had noticed. Cas, of course, had explained who she really was, but since it really was none of his business, he didn't tell Bobby since it would likely ruin his relationship with the woman. Dean had also noticed Sam's lessening anger at the Trickster, though he still seemed to hate him almost passionately. Cas, Sam, and Dean rode in the Impala while Rachel, Bobby, and the Trickster rode in Rachel's white truck, which was stocked with weaponry as well.

Dean wondered momentarily if Rachel had decided to become a hunter and help them, partially as her own version of penance to God. She really did seem to care for Bobby, though. For that, Dean was happy. Bobby needed to love. Even if his love was a former archangel-made-mortal. Dean himself had a lover that was a former angel, so he had no right to judge and did not. The annoying Trickster and Sam couldn't seem to stand being in the same car as Loki, so had angrily declined when the trickster had insisted Sam ride with him. Or on him. He really couldn't remember what Loki had said. Likely something perverted and directed at Sam.

Cas had told Dean that the Trickster almost had a love infatuation with Sam, but Dean had snorted and said something along the lines of "yeah right, that'll happen when hell freezes over" but Cas was merely skeptical. Sam had come to terms with Dean and Cas's relationship and no longer made smartass remarks, but it didn't stop Dean's angel from disliking his brother. Dean desperately wished Sam and Cas could be friends. If Cas was to be his life partner, the least he could want was his brother to like the man as well.

In the present, Dean's inner thoughts were interrupted as they stopped at a motel in St. Mary's, Missouri. The place was rather run down and seemed to be a bed-and-breakfast type place. Using obviously stolen credit cards, they managed to check in and get separate rooms. Or at least rooms with two beds, in the case of Sam and Loki and Rachel and Bobby. Rachel and Bobby were not yet comfortable sharing a bed and Sam would likely murder Loki if he so much as touched him inappropriately let alone shared a bed with him.

In their room, which was rather quiet since St. Mary's was a small, old town that had very few visitors except those stupid enough to enjoy that hugeass antique mall that Dean had spotted while driving through the town, Dean and Cas were sharing a bed. Castiel and Loki had wanted to stop and look at shit at the bigass antique mall, but Sam and Dean had vehemently veto'd that. Loki would likely break things for shits and giggles and Cas would likely have some long monologue over how old whatever they were looking at was and explain how it worked and equally boring things.

In their room, Dean flopped down on the bed, enjoying the soft mattress that was far different from the normal extremely cheap motels they stayed at. At least this place had soft beds.

"Say, Cas, these beds are pretty soft...you uh, wanna make good use out of them?" Dean raised a suggestive eyebrow at Cas.

"Dean, we're here to hunt ghosts. The lady on the phone with Sam said there were ghosts and other weird things going on here. Maybe we should focus on-" Cas was cut off as Dean yanked him onto the bed, pulling him into a death-grip-like embrace that Cas couldn't escape. While he was pleased with Dean's eagerness, and desperately desired to reciprocate, he wanted to get on the case as soon as possible. They'd spent two weeks at Sam and Dean's old house, in relative peace (only relative due to Loki's constant antagonizing of Sam) and Cas wanted to start hunting things the way the brothers did. He figured this was how God was going to make them make penance. Both him and Rachel. Loki was likely not here to do anything but Sam.

Cas knew how Loki, his former brother Gabriel, felt about Sam, and had made no move to tell Sam how to get rid of him or to make him leave, as if he could anyway. As a pagan god, Loki had more power than all of them combined. Since Rachel and Cas were now human, Loki was really the only powerful force on their side. He didn't seem to help any at all, only making sexual comments toward Sam.

Cas sighed as Dean began to unbutton his pants. He had abandoned the dirty trenchcoat for more appropriate clothing at Dean's urgings and now his pants were far to easy for Dean to get to. Dean started to stroke his cock. Cas shivered slightly with pleasure. It was so easy for Dean to make him forget why they were here.

"Come on Cas, don't be prudish now. You weren't when you were biting me a couple weeks ago." To almost prove a point, Dean lightly bit down on the tip of Cas's exposed cock, causing the former angel to draw a breath of pleasure. He licked Cas softly, only making him harder. "Come on, baby. These beds are soft, and they need someone to put them to good use. I want to use more than just my tongue. I want you. I want you inside me, Cas." Dean unzipped Cas's pants and yanked them to his feet. Cas felt he had no other choice. His loins were practically bursting with Dean's advances.

"Dean..." Cas moaned in a husky, sexed up voice, "We really shouldn't...ughn...do this. Right now. What if people are dying right now because we're..." Dean shushed him with a kiss. "Sam and Loki, and Bobby and Rachel are still putting their crap together in their respective rooms. We have time. We can put our stuff out later. Not as if we're gonna be staying in this little craphole forever, right?" Cas couldn't disagree with him there. There was almost no point to unpacking. Once they had dispatched the ghosts or whatever, they would be on the road again. He sighed with pleasure as Dean once again had taken to massaging his cock using only his tongue. "Mmmf...Dean..."

Cas shoved Dean back onto the bed, determined to make Dean enjoy his time here, if they had to stay in their room while the others unpacked. He slowly slid Dean's clothing off his sleek body, going slow and smooth, as if to make Dean wait as long as possible for Cas to be with him. Dean's pants were the last to go. Cas had noticed that Dean had taken to going commando, that is, with no boxers as Dean had explained to him, under his pants, allowing Cas easier access to what he wanted.

He pressed down on top of Dean, having removed his own clothing a bit ago, while removing Dean's as well. Dean's cock was rock hard beneath him. Their cocks rubbed together, both slick and sweaty with the thought of what was to come. "Cas...Cas...I need you...I want you inside me, now." Dean gasped as Cas was merely pressing himself against Dean and rubbing them together, making them both harder and more eager than ever for the sex. Cas shushed Dean by squeezing his cock, making Dean gasp with pleasure as the former angel began to stroke it.

"Cas, not now...I want...together...not before...ughn...please. Inside me. I can't take it anymore. I want, no, I NEED you." Cas nibbled lightly at Dean's shoulder, since he had enjoyed the biting the first time, then forcible flipped him over, pressing him into the soft, silken sheets. Dean's rock hard cock throbbed even harder as he felt Cas's tip right over him, ready to enter, but still not going for it. Dean almost reached around shoved Cas's cock inside him, but knew that wouldn't work and wanted Cas to do as much work as possible. Dean's angel needed to do something to make up for all the waiting and wanting they'd felt while on the road.

Cas slowly rubbed his cock along Dean's ass, letting the hunter feel the throbbing muscle but not yet entering him. He wanted to tease Dean, as Dean had teased him so much in the past. Making him wait so long before entering him. He loved feeling Dean inside him, but he also like the feeling of being inside of Dean. They felt so close, bonded. He didn't want to part when they were together. Dean's moans only increased as Cas made him feel every brush of his cock before finally entering him. Dean's cry of pleasure and pain made the former angel almost come himself, too soon, inside of Dean. No, he wanted to make this pleasure last as long as possible. Thrusting in and out, Dean's screams of pleasure seemed to echo through the very walls. Cas reached around, grabbing Dean's cock and massaging it. He wanted them to cum together. To feel their release at the same time. Cas had brought Dean to the peak of pleasure before without touching him, but that was when he was still an angel. He had had powers that were able to heighten Dean's sexual experience. He momentarily wondered whether Dean missed it. He hadn't asked, too afraid of the answer.

Cas let out a shuddering gasp as he released, his slick cum sliding down Dean's ass and legs. Dean also released, cum squirting over Cas's hand and onto the lovely silk sheets below. Cas lay on top of Dean, panting. Human emotions were so raw and uninhibited. He had never felt this way with Dean before, not as angel. Sweaty and slick with cum, Cas embraced an exhausted yet satisfied Dean.

"Cas...that was great. We need to do that regularly. Its great for the body and mind. Maybe we should take a shower, get cleaned up...you know, before Bobby or Sam busts, or that awful Loki dude God forbid."

Cas smiled and stroked Dean's hair. "Can we take a shower together? I'm willing to wash you..."

Dean grinned at his beloved angel. "I wouldn't have it any other way." He took Cas's hand and got up from the cum-slicked bed and headed toward the shower.

In the other room adjacent to Cas and Dean's, Sam and Loki were, obviously, bickering.

"Why the FUCK did I get stuck rooming with you? Maybe I'll stick a knife into while you're sleeping, just for fun, even if it won't kill you, it might hurt."

Loki smiled mischievously. "Sammy, you can stick a knife anywhere you like...I like it rough anyway."

Sam let out a flustered sigh. He had gotten used to Loki's sexual innuendo over the past weeks and tended to mostly ignore him now. If anything, they were almost...friends, despite Sam's constant death threats. The Trickster had proven useful in the last few hunts and Sam couldn't deny that having him with them was a complete waste. Bobby and his woman, that girl Rachel, while both were knowledgeable, neither had actual powers like Loki did. He could spin lies and tricks faster than Sam could blink. As much as Sam hated to admit it, he was beginning to gain a growing respect for Loki. It didn't stop him from hating the Trickster's annoying guts when he was making sexual advances on Sam, though.

The younger Winchester desperately wanted to gut Loki when he said something like he just had. Though him rooming with Loki DID make sense. Cas and Dean were an established couple, and while Bobby and Rachel both denied anything more than a close friendship, they were well suited to room together. He could have insisted that Loki get his own room, but Loki had been adamant that he room with Sam and Sam alone or he wouldn't help them anymore. Sam had grudgingly agreed, as long as Loki promised not to damage any property or play practical jokes on him while he was sleeping, such as drawing on his face or teleporting his pants out the window as he had done at past hotels.

Loki was unfortunately growing on him. If anything, Loki was his friend. As much as he hated to admit it. The damnable Trickster had wormed his way into Sam's heart somehow, someway.