I wasn't planning a second chapter but because some of you put the story on alert and some fellows on dA wanted "MOAR" here it is :) I hope it'll be...fine x)

Please enjoy,

Liz

PS: warnings on...let say painful sex, and slash. But if you're here, you already know it...

And about that 'blow me' thing...

Chapter 2

Two weeks went by and they never mentioned the incident. Not even once. Castiel was always calm and reserved around Dean and the hunter tried his best to act the same way, not to show any strange emotion, not to touch the angel when it wasn't necessary. He tried very hard but all of his efforts were worthless because, since that day, every night he dreamt about Castiel and those so-called dreams make him forget about what should and what shouldn't, what is allowed and what isn't.

He doesn't want to call them dreams because a dream is faint and feels false, he would rather call them visions. He's had these visions during the past two weeks and all of them seemed true and perfect, everything about them was sensual and erotic. And Castiel, that damned angel, he was the most fervid person he have ever met. Every single time he touched Dean it was raw and passionate, he sucked his cock so ardently, he thrust into his ass without any warning hard and deep, and it hurt like hell but Dean liked it. He enjoyed every eager move and wild groan, every forceful bite and enthusiastic kiss because the pain was delicious like a pie and sweet like a candy and that was all he wanted.

But then he'd wake up every day. It would be way after midnight but the sun wasn't planning to show itself for hours yet. He'd lie there still panting, his whole body wet from sweat as if he had taken a shower but it was just a dream, a vision, nothing was real and he was desperate. Desperate to touch the angel, desperate to feel him, to hear him. And then his hand would slide under the blanket, under his boxers, fold around his hard, ready cock. He was impatient, wild and hard and fast. Thrusting his hips up he would think about the angel, about his mouth on his manhood, licking, teeth scraping not so lightly, storming blue eyes examining him, watching how he reacts to the two fingers gliding into his ass and seriously how would he react anyway? He would scream from the pleasure, gripping onto the sheets.

And he recalls all these images while masturbating in the darkness and he doesn't care that his own brother is sleeping in the next bed because he just can't stop and can't do anything else. This is the only way to ease away the tension and even this is absolutely not working. Every time he meets with Castiel he thinks of these visions and his words echo in his mind or he just slides his fingers over the red marks which are still visible on his chest.

He doesn't even care if Castiel accidently shows up in the middle of the night, maybe right when he moans his name to the shadows, because then at least he would know everything about Dean's dark secret, about how much he wants the angel to take him wherever they are. He wouldn't care about the place, only the feeling would matter, the feeling of Castiel as he makes him come with his fingers while he's coming right into him against a brick wall or on the ground or anywhere else.

While thinking about this, he'd come hard into his hand, and it didn't matter how much he tried, he can't repress a moan which sounds exactly like a name even if it's just a whisper, desperate like an unspeakable wish.

.o.O.o.

"Why did you do it Cas? You are a fucking human man, not the great Angel of the Lord anymore! Do you know what that means? You're vulnerable, Cas! If someone stabs you, you're gonna bleed. If someone shoots you, you're gonna die. Probably. You can't just go in places full of demons anymore, you have to understand that!"

"If I hadn't gone in there, seven civilians would have suffered the most cruel death you can imagine Dean. How could you possibly expect me to let them die!"

"I don't care about them right now, I only care about you! You still act as if you were an angel, but you're not one of them anymore! No one expects you to get yourself killed for them! But if you keep running into buildings full of demons on your own, then that's how your story will end! You're gonna die!"

"I rebelled for humanity; I'd even die for it. We all know that is how it will end for me."

"Don't say that."

"You know it's true. I was an angel who fought for the future of humankind and I am going to die as a human… still fighting."

"I'm not gonna listen to this..." He'd had enough. They had been fighting for over an hour now, and it was just pointless to continue. Castiel was not going to die like that, he'd do everything humanly possible to keep that from happening.

"Yes, you will, Dean."

No, he wouldn't. He'd just go away, find Sammy and sit down to drink a cold beer with him. He refused to listen to the stubborn angel. Human. He's human now. But still. Castiel would always be an angel to him. Never less.

He turned away, walking towards the entrance of his motel room.

"Don't you dare to turn your back on me!"

He stopped for a second. A resigned sigh leaving his lips as he moved closer to the exit.

There was a noise of rushing steps and the next moment he found himself shoved against the door. His whole body pressed to the hard wood, his hands slightly over his head, Castiel held him firmly, not letting him move even a bit. He tried to push away from the door but the angel was still strong. He stopped his movement halfway, pushing him back; mostly with his hips and chest.

"You are not going anywhere." Five words and his knees were shaking again, his cock ready and hard. Only five threatening words, all said in a rude, peremptory manner and he was excited again, aroused like two weeks ago.

Castiel forced his hands closer, close enough that he could hold them against the door with one hand. Dean tried to escape again, tried to free at least one of his hands but it wasn't working, maybe he just wasn't trying hard enough. Maybe he just didn't want to be free. Castiel slid his fingernails over the lower side of his arm, then his strong hand gripped onto the hunter's hair pulling his head back.

"You hear me, Dean?" He could feel the warm lips brushing over his ears as they formed the words. He was panting hard, but he didn't answer because he didn't hear the question. The only things he feels are the lips and the vibration the harsh, deep voice causes.

"Do you hear me Dean?" Castiel has to ask again, and this time the words get through the thick fog in Dean's brain.

"Yes. But I won't listen to anything you want to sa.. Aaaah!" He moaned as Castiel pushed his hips forward, crushing him to the ugly, brown wood. Something hard was pressing against his ass and that gives him enough strength.

He managed to grasp Castiel's hand on the door, while pushing back and with a swift motion he places both of their hands over his cock, rubbing Castiel's palm against it while whimpering wildly from the pleasure.

He felt a fervid bite into his neck, Castiel was groaning as well. His hand was moving now by its own, unbuttoning and unzipping the jeans, sliding under the boxers. Dean cried out loud as five fingers firmly encaged his throbbing erection, pulling it out from his pants.

Castiel's hand left his hair and went to his side, under his shirt. His skin burns under the gentle touch. He could feel the angel's finger tracing circles around his nipple, fingertips caressing him and that movement was so different from the fast, impassioned fingers moving on his cock.

"I know I promised a blow job, but now you're going to get... a lot more than that..." Castiel murmured huskily right next to his ear. His hand was now on Dean's waist, pulling him back to his groin.

"You feel it? You feel how hard I am? It's only for you Dean. Only. For. You." Every word a slight thrust forward and Dean gasps, because he feels it, clearly. And it's almost enough for him to come in the strong hands.

"Ahh.. Castiel!"

"You want me Dean, don't you?"

"So...fucking much." Dean confessed as Castiel pushed down his pants. He hears the sound of the zipper and a moment later he feels Castiel's erection pressing against his bottom. He's not thinking; he grabs onto the dark hair and pulls Castiel's face close enough and kisses him. Ardent, blazing kisses start forming between them, and they are lost for a moment; lost in the great pleasure.

"Fuck me hard Cas." The determined order came from a man whose legs were shaking and whose heart was beating furiously in his chest.

Castiel stretched his legs apart, positioning himself at Dean's entrance. When he drives in the tip, Dean cries out loud and Cas stops for a moment. He doesn't know that Dean doesn't cry from pain but from pleasure.

The eager hunter can't wait, unable to wait any more, he thrusts his hips back and screams lustfully when Castiel shoves entirely into him.

The hand on his cock starts moving again, and he almost comes as a thumb, pressed firmly against his skin, rushes several times over the tip of his erection.

"Castiel!" He groans devotedly as the angel starts shifting in his ass.

"You are so fucking tight, Dean." Castiel whines and pulls himself out almost completely then pushes back hard.

Overwhelmed by the sensations he's getting, Dean can't stop moaning, he's panting wildly. His dreams, his visions come true and he's getting more than he can bear from every enthusiastic thrust. He can feel Castiel shudder with each movement, they both shiver as the cold air surrounds their heated skin.

Castiel kisses the sensitive skin behind his ear then moves his lips lower, slowing his motions down a bit.

"Harder" Dean demands straightaway.

"Oh, Dean, you love it really hard, don't you?" Castiel smirks. Dean leans against the door with his elbows and wrists, to steady himself. Castiel's tone doesn't promise anything... gentle.

"Two weeks Cas. I waited two fucking weeks for this and I just can't wait anymore."

Castiel's hiss means he said something wrong, he just doesn't know what it was.

Dean doesn't have time to think, five fingernails plows furrows into the skin over his chest and he cries out when they start moving down, renewing the red claw marks.

"Yess..." He groans.

"When I came back?"

"When you pushed me to the wall. I was never as hard as that before. Well, until now..."

Castiel moans, finally pushing himself deeply in, his movement becomes erratic and fast. His hand slides on Dean's erection, seizing him as hard as he's fucking him. They don't need much, after a minute they both come, shouting the other's name.

They rest against the wall, face to face this time, Dean giving tiny kisses to Cas, tasting the salty skin everywhere.

"So much better, then in the dream..." He means it as a thought but says it aloud.

"Dreams?" Castiel asks, fingertips caressing an apology over the fresh red marks.

"In the last two weeks, every damn night I dreamed about you. About having sex with you..."

"Oh, really? So Gabriel did help me after all..."

"Gab- What?"

Comments are DRATW :)

Oh and, no I'm not planning other chapter..But I wasn't planning this either so who knows...

And if anyone interested how Gabriel helped: he used the same method as when he tried to teach a lesson to Sam in my "Dream a little dream with me" Sam/Gabe story.

Thanks for reading and I hope you liked it *_*