You're an odd one

Cas and Ali

Sam was sitting in his usual seat, tucked against the door of the Impala as Dean drove down the road. He was in and out of sleep but the muffled voices in the back kept him on just this side of consciousness. He was curious what the angel and the hunter were talking about, after all they seemed to have the same history as the boys, at least the same time frame history, not the same… well, Sam never shared Ali with Cas that was for sure.

Cas and Ali had a unique relationship, so much more so than her and Dean because there was nothing the two didn't talk about, at least when it came to something that Cas didn't understand, and you would think that Cas should have known just about everything since he was practically Dean's best friend, and Sam's other brother, but nothing ever prepared Sam for any topic of conversation that he might stumble on when it came to the two of them.

"Porn is porn, Cas, it's not real life, people don't make those noises in real life."

"So the pizza man?"

"Who lets their delivery boy come in and screw them up against the wall?"

"I don't believe I saw the use of power tools in any part of what I was watching, Ali."

"No that's… I mean, sex, Cas, screwing… fucking, it's the same thing."

"Seems like a crass word to use for it."

"What, fucking? Yeah, it can be but if we're talking about porn, it's definitely not making love."

"I like that better."

"What? Making love?"

"Yes, it sounds… fitting."

"Well, if their doing it right "fitting" shouldn't be a problem."

Sam couldn't help the snort that escaped when she said that and Dean quickly slapped him on the arm. He didn't realize his brother was listening too, so when he looked over, he was surprised to see the smile across Dean's face.

"By fitting you mean…"

"Yeah, Cas, sometimes you need an extra little bit of… give to get it in there."

"Can I ask you a personal question?"

Sam rolled his eyes. Cas' personal questions were nothing but straight forward and he knew that the angel was somewhat informed about their situation because he had walked in on Dean and Ali once, just as Sam was about to enter the equation.

"I might regret this but go ahead."

"When Sam's in you, how does Dean "fit" in."

"What?" Ali choked on something but Sam wasn't sure what, before she laughed. "Well it's pretty simple, when Sam's in my…"

"HEY!" Apparently, Dean was getting a bit flustered too. "Can we change the subject?"

"My apologies, Dean."

But Ali didn't say a word, wasn't going to apologize for doing exactly what she wanted to, which was get Dean up in arms and Sam knew it. Sam himself seemed to be waiting for the next part of this conversation to continue, in fact he found himself holding his breath.

"Ali, why do you associate the sounds of porn with one thing and not the other?"

"Because there is no way that if you're doing it right that some woman would be moaning like that."

"How so?"

"Here, let me show you."

Sam turned in the seat when he heard the belt unbuckle and Ali's shadow move across the back seat of the car. He glanced at Dean, who was rearranging the mirror with a damn cocky grin on his face, fully okay with Ali suddenly straddling the angel's lap.

"I don't think this is the safest place to make this kind of…"

"We're perfectly safe, Cas. Dean's driving."

Sam had a amazing view of what Ali was doing, her hands resting on Cas' shoulders. He watched their eyes lock as she slowly slid her hand down and under the fabric of his coat.

"This is highly inappropriate, Ali, and I don't see the logic…"

"Shh, just listen, Cas."

Sam began to fidget in his seat, because appropriate or not, Sam was getting hard just watching this little lesson and when he chanced a glance at Dean, he saw the deep breaths his brother was taking. Yeah, Ali was an odd one, and she had her needs, ones that Sam totally understood. They had an agreement, and it worked for them, but this, this was just… wow.

"Ali, I…"

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No, it's just…"

"Cas, listen, if you want me to stop, just say so, I will, I promise."

"It's just…"

Her fingers ran up, cupping his jaw, tilting his head back as she moved to kiss his skin, letting Sam see the way her mouth moved over the angel's neck. He felt the breath slam out of him as Cas suddenly stiffened and grasped her hips, pulling her closer, as tight as she could get on him.

"The point is not to make them moan, its to feel them moan."

Her voice was breathless against him, Sam and Dean only heard what she wanted them too but it was Cas' sudden movements, bringing her hips back and then snapping them to him that made Sam's eyes wide.

Her teeth raked over his soft skin, his head fell back against the seat and his eyes closed tightly as she kissed up towards his ear, where she nipped at his earlobe. Sam watched her movements, the way her hand disappeared between them as the angel shifted her and suddenly, he let out a soft purr, not so much a moan, but a noise low enough that it vibrated through the car and his eyes opened wide, head came up and he looked at Sam in terror.

"Ali, stop."

The angel was in a panic.

"Please."

Begging, the angel was begging.

Ali lifted her head, brought a hand up and slowly carded it through the unruly hair on his head as Cas stared at her in disbelief. With a small smile on her face, she kissed him lightly and Sam watched the celestial being shake from that touch alone.

"Porn isn't real, Cas, that… that was the noise you want someone to make when you touched them."

"Please," he begged again, "Ali, please, you have to move."

"It's okay, Angel, you won't hurt me." She reassured him and slowly slipped from his lap, but her move brought her eyes to Sam, lust blown and needing and she took a breath. "Dean, stop the car."

Dean cleared his throat, glanced at Sam, who pleaded with his eyes for Dean to do what the woman asked, and curved the Impala to a small clearing on the side of the road. Ali almost didn't wait for it to stop before she opened the door and got out, Sam right behind her because there was no way they could leave THAT untouched.

Ali placed a hand on the door as she looked in on Dean and Cas, Sam standing behind her, his hand gently caressing over her back, hips and cock flush to her ass.

"We'll need ten minutes."

"You have five."

Dean was grumpy when he didn't get any.

"Five it is."

"You're an odd one." Cas spoke up.

Sam placed both hands on her hips, dipped low and slid up against her. Yeah, his odd one, and FUCK! did he need her now.

"Five minutes!

Sam slammed the door shut and moved into the darkness of the woods, Ali trailing behind as he held her hand.

He wasn't sure he was going to even make it that long.