A/N: Okay, by popular demand, all timestamps, add ons, ect for Hard Road, will just be added here, since 700 something of you already have this on alert. The sequel will probably be a post of its own, but everything else will just go here. This first little bit is a follow up, a prompt by 67Impala who wanted a sex scene in the Impala, where they ACTUALLY get to play out Cas's fantasy, so... here ya go. PWP. Well, very little plot. Enjoy.

For 67Impala

"I Always Come When You Call"

Dean walked out of the small hotel room he and Sam were sharing. Cas was busy with what ever the fuck he got up to in Heaven and he and his brother were back to sharing a room. He had left Sam currently scouring the internet or their dad's journal for anything that would be killing virgins. Minus the gold and claws and fiery shit this time. Dragons, really?

Dean could sense Cas was close. The text hadn't said much, just "come outside." He could tell, when he reached out for the angel that nothing was wrong so he wasn't too horribly worried.

"Cas?" he called out.

"Dean."

Dean turned towards the voice and found his angel leaning against the Impala. Cas had kept the vintage tee and jeans Dean had given him as soon as they'd finished with the Coatlicue case and the hunter was happy to see him out of the ill fitting suit and tie.

Dean smiled as he walked over to Cas. The other man offered a small smile in return and a flush of joy through their bond.

"What's up, man?" Dean asked, leaning into the angel's warmth and planting a quick kiss on his waiting lips.

"Is Sam busy?" Cas asked.

Dean raised an eyebrow at the flash of nervousness he felt from Cas.

"Yeah. Research, what else?" Dean offered.

"Good," Cas said then turned toward the car. He opened the passenger side door and stepped back. "Get in."

"Uh, you wanna go somewhere, no problem, but last time I checked, you couldn't drive."

"I don't intend to leave. Get in, Dean," Cas ordered again.

Dean shrugged and moved to follow Cas's command. Once he was seated inside the Impala, Cas waved a hand across the windshield. Dean gave the angel a confused look that Cas answered with a smirk.

"I've made the glass one way. We can see out, but no one will be able to see in," he explained.

"Oh, really? And, uh, why don't we want anyone to see in?" Dean asked.

"This is why," Cas responded, straddling Dean's lap and closing the door. It was a tight fit, but they did fit. Dean let out a laugh.

"Really, Cas?"

"Well, last time didn't work like I had imagined, so I thought about it for awhile. Heaven can be… tedious. I needed other things to occupy my mind."

Cas cupped Dean's jaw in his hand and between one breath and the next, their clothes were gone, leaving both men very naked, and Dean already half hard. Cas leaned in and kissed Dean deep, taking control of the kiss immediately. Dean sighed and let his lips follow Cas's commands.

Cas kept the kiss deep, but brief before pulling back and peppering a few stray kisses along Dean's throat. He reached down and grasp Dean's dick, stroking it a handful of times until it was fully hard.

"Balthazar is debriefing a small garrison of angels, I must hurry or my absence will be discovered," Cas whispered against Dean's lips before pushing up on his knees then sinking down on Dean's cock.

Dean gasped at the sensation. Cas was wet and loose, so he had either prepped himself or used his mojo, either option was appealing. Dean was an occasional fan of quickies.

"Fuck, Cas," he murmured when he was flush against Cas's ass. He gripped the angel's hips and thrust up slightly, testing the limits of movement he had inside the car. Cas leaned over and nipped at Dean's neck before latching on and sucking, hard. Dean threw back his head and moaned at the sensation. Pleasure tinged with slight pain, it would leave a mark, he was sure. One he could use to torment Sam.

"Touch me," Cas ordered, voice hard as steel. Dean didn't even think, just grabbed Cas's hard dick and began to stroke in time with his thrusts. Cas kept working his neck in the same place, marking him, claiming him. As if the hand print burnt all the way to his soul and the bond as deep as his soul weren't enough.

Cas moved one hand over to the print, probably reading Dean's thoughts. He gripped his shoulder, and Dean was flooded with pleasure. His pleasure, as felt by Cas then fed back to him ten fold. It was too much, but not enough at the same time.

"You are mine, Dean. Mine since the moment I dragged your broken, wounded soul out of the pits of Hell," Cas growled in his ear.

"Fuck," Dean whispered, thrusts turning broken as his rhythm failed. "Yeah, Cas, yours."

Cas came first, warm strands of cum shooting between their bodies, covering both Dean and Cas's chests. His ass tightened and pulsed around Dean, pushing him over the edge embarrassingly fast. Dean moved his still cum covered hand up to grasp Cas around the back of the neck while his other arm went around his waist, hugging him to himself. There were so many things he should say now, but words were never his strong point so he just pushed the feeling safehomewantedloved towards Cas.

"I know," Cas whispered, sending the same feeling back. "Now, I must hurry back. As amusing as it might be if either your brother or mine found us here, I would rather avoid the mockery. Be safe, I'll return as soon as I can."

"Yeah, you, too, Cas. Don't let Batty push you around."

"I am his superior, Dean. If anyone does any pushing, it will be me."

Dean laughed.

"Alright. Can you clean me up and dress me before you whoosh away?" he asked.

"Of course." Cas pressed one final kiss to Dean's lips before flying away. When Dean opened his eyes, he was fully clothed and Sam was standing in front of the car, giving him an odd look.

"Dean! I've been calling you for like five minutes, what did you do, fall asleep in there?" Sam asked.

"Uh, yeah, Sammy, something like that. So, what did you find?"

"Well…"

THE END.