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Dean shivered at the memory of his extra curricular activity. As soon as he had floated down from his high, Dean had felt disgusted with himself and his cheeks had blushed with revolted shame instead of an afterglow, when he had cleaned up. With a deep sigh, Dean chucked the empty bottle in the trunk. Suddenly Sam came running out of the room and dove into the trunk. "Crap, crap, crap! Which gun was it?" he muttered franticly. Dean gazed at him in wonder. "Sammy? What the Hell?" Sam threw aside some of the stuff in the trunk. "There's another one... it's in there right now... having a go at Cas!" Dean didn't even realise what he was doing, but his feet were taking over and he ran to the room, sliding to a halt. He had a horrible feeling this was how Cas must have felt earlier on. He saw Cas pressed against the wall by him, well the succubus posing as him. It mouthed at Cas' jaw and Dean could see Cas' eyes flutter shut. "Dean..." he moaned, and the real Dean felt a spear of lust combined with red hot anger flash through him. He grabbed the gun that Cas had put next to the door and cocked it. "Get off him, bitch!" he called and shot.
The succubus screeched and burned up, just like it's predecessor had. Dean lowered the gun and gazed at Cas, whose cheeks were flushed and whose eyes were hooded. "I'll take care of Sam, and then, Castiël, we need to talk." Dean said, his voice certain and hinting that he would not take any backtalk. He sat the gun back down and walked back to Sam, who was standing next to Baby, eyes uncertain. "Sammy, go find a vacuum or something. Those things leave a big heap of ashes." Swallowing, Sam nodded. "And, Sammy... take your time." Grimacing, Sam nodded again. Dean turned back and shut the door softly. "Cas..." Cas was still standing there, dazed. With leaden steps, Dean walked to his bed and sat down. "Cas..." Still no response. Cas was wide eyed and looked very like a cornered cat. Dean got up again, took Cas by the arm and guided him to the bed. When they got nearer to the bed, Cas started to pull back. Dean sighed. "Cas, I just want to talk, honestly." Gingerly, Cas sat down on the very corner of the bed, a blush dusting his cheeks.
Dean carefully sat at the very opposite of the bed, to not spook Cas. He looked up at Cas, waiting. "D-Dean, I... I... I'm sorry." Cas stammered, looking down at his clenched hands, lying in his lap. Dean put his hand on Cas' knee, making Cas twitch nervously. "Cas," he said, his voice soft and caring. "Don't. It is not your fault. Those things? They read your mind. And if they touch, they can even dig deep into your memories." Cas looked up through his lashes at him, and Dean felt his heart thump loudly. Cas' eyes were still darker than normal and that made the look sexier than Cas probably intended. Dean fought down the spiking arousal. "What happened?" he asked with a kind, soft voice. "S... Sam was out, for a soda, and... and... she came in... April." Dean rolled his eyes in thought. "The reaper?" Cas bashfully closed his eyes and nodded. "Yeah. I think the succubus lifted her image from my mind. She was my first..." Dean worried his bottom lip with his teeth. "Yeah, that would be a logical one then." Cas cast Dean another misery filled glance. "But I wasn't aroused, Dean. Not by her. She cornered me and cupped my cheek. Then she shimmered into your likeness. I..I... I think I was thinking about what Sam and I walked in on with you. It... it kept coming to mind. I... oh my... I think it aroused me." He ducked his head and his cheeks were practically luminous red. Dean swallowed hard. This was going in a very unexpected direction.