Happy Holidays, my dear readers! Your gift for today: the last two chapters of this fic. Enjoy!
Dean clenched his fists and got up very slowly and meassured. "Sidetracked? That was months ago! Those things nearly got me, nearly got Cas!" He jabbed furiously towards his angel. "And you thought it would be fun?" Cas watched them with narrowed eyes and a calculating look, then threw his blade to Dean, who plucked it out of the air without even looking. Gabriel held his hands up and backed up a bit. "Look, fellas, I didn't want that... it was never... Dean... Dean-o... come on..." Dean turned and threw Cas a look, his eyes sparkling and the corner of his mouth twitching. Knowing Gabriel couldn't have seen that, Cas stonefaced and just blinked. The half smile flashed into a predatory grin, before vanishing. Dean turned back at Gabriel and his face was a grim mask. "You know that one of those... things... nearly got Cas for dinner. It was very Casa Erotica. You'd have been proud. You know what it had turned into?" Gabriel swallowed. "Ehm..." he gasped. Dean jabbed his thumb into his chest. "Me. Wanna see what happened?" Without waiting for an answer, he turned on Cas, pushed him against the wall and kissed him furiously. "Ehm, guys! ...guys... GUYS!" They ignored him and Cas moaned when Dean bit his pulsepoint. "Really, guys... I get the picture..." Dean popped the buttons on Cas' shirt and nibbled along the collarbone, while his hands traced over Cas' chest. Gabriel groaned unhappilly. "Really, fellas... come on... that's my babybrother, Dean... seriously... fun's over..." Dean pinched a nipple and Cas full on mewled. "Oh sweet lollipops... I'm out!"
At the sound of his furiously beating wings, Dean let go of Cas and he sank to his knees, shaking with laughter. Cas chuckled too, but his cheeks were flushed and his breathing uneven. "Dean..." he said, after the chuckles had died down a bit. Dean looked up, saw the flush, saw the darkened blue eyes. "Yes, angel?" Cas licked his lips. "I kind of liked the succubus too." Dean smiled. "Really?" Cas bit his lip. "Yes. I liked the manhandling." Dean got to his feet, stepped right up to Cas. "That a fact, Cas?" Cas moaned softly, eyes on Dean's mouth. "Yes..." Dean nodded, gripped Cas' face and pulled him into a rough kiss, all slick lips and tongue. Cas pulled at the black t-shirt and Dean shoved off Cas' suit jacket. All sweet, languid movements gone, they neigh on ripped off eachother's clothes and tumbled back onto the bed. Dean mouthed at Cas' collarbone and Cas arched off the bed with a moan. "Dean... please..." he gasped, rubbing his erection into Dean's hip. Dean growled and his hips jutted forward. His hands slid over the planes of Cas' chest and he pinched a nipple again. Cas jerked, panting. "Cas..." Dean growled, pulling at the open shirt. Cas wriggled out of his shirt, while Dean unbuckled Cas' belt, unhooked the pants and pulled off his pants and boxers. "Deaaannn." Cas moaned, pawing at his shirt. "You're too dressed. Off.." he growled.