Okay, so guys. REVIEW! I need reviews as inspiration. And if we don't have inspiration, then Mr. Muse will get mad and kill someone in the story. Because that's what happens when he gets mad. All in all, review. This chapter has a Dean/Chloe sex scene. It's self explanatory, but MATURE CONTENT

He moved with her, but letting her lead, and running his hands over her sides when she turned around, pressing her back against his chest, putting her head on his shoulder and putting one of her arms around the back of his neck.

She saw Castiel dancing with her friend Jade and she smiled. At least he found someone to dance with. The fake memories probably helped with that though. She turned her head towards Dean's neck and licked up the side of it, deepening the hickey that she left there, and darkening her mark. He tilted his head to the other side, letting her suck on the side of his neck.

She pulled him away from everybody, ending up near the corner of the room by the bar.

"I know Castiel told you" she whispered, pressing his back against the wall. She pushed him against it harder with her hands on his chest, and stepped up, making them touch from chest to thigh. She ground her hips against his. He groaned quietly and she smirked.

"You were made for me." She said, wrapping her hand around his tie. She pulled him down so her lips were just brushing his, "Your mine" she told him, then pressed her lips against his. She controlled the kiss, biting his lip lightly, and deepening the kiss when he gasped.

He kissed back, taking control, and pressing back against her, one hand moving to her waist, and the other to her upper thigh. She let him take control and dominate her, pushing his tongue into her mouth, tasting her. She was sweet from the drink, and he realized that the thing in the drink he tasted was her.

She was slightly sweet, but tasted like cinnamon and chocolate, acting like a drug, highly intoxicating. He realized she was having the same reaction. He unattached their lips.

"Go somewhere?" she said, slurring lightly, but it wasn't from the drinks. It was from him. He nodded, and she pulled him to the stairs. They walked down, and there was a hallway, with doors on each side of the wall. It looked like a hotel as they walked down part way. They stopped at a door, and she reached up to the back of her collar, pulling out a key and opening hate room. She led him in, and was pressed against the door.

"That means your mine too" he said, and reconnected their lips, her mouth opening for him, and je mapped out the inside of her mouth, memorizing it. He pushed her up the wall, holding her by the waist. She wrapped her legs around his lips, making herself seem lighter as he pulled away from the door, walking backwards to the bed, sitting down when the back of his knees hit the bed.

She uncured her legs from around his waist and straddled his lap, pressing her hips down on his crotch. He moaned quietly into her mouth, and pressed his hips up, grinding against her. He slipped his fingers under the elastic of her skirt, and she pushed him down onto his back. He pulled her down too, and flipped them so she was on her back, moving down her, and pulling the black ruffle skirt down her legs.

He liked a line over the top of the garter belt she was wearing and sucked a hickey there, and mouthing over it. She pulled the hat off him, and threw it, smiling when it landed on the desk. He unhooked the tights from the belt. He left them on, but pulled off the belt, throwing it across the room.

He made another mark just above the thigh-high tights, and she moaned when he bit down, and let out a half choked gasp as he bit harder, close to breaking skin. He pulled his mouth off her thigh, and moved back up her body.

She took his vest and shirt off, but left the tie on. He pulled on the collar until she sat up, then reached behind her, untying the knot that kept her corset on, pulling the string through the holes, then pulling them down his thighs.

When he got the corset off her body, she had his pants around his ankles, and he stepped out of them, moving his lops down her neck, licking, kissing and sucking as he went. He moved his lips down her body, tracing the sides of her ribs with his hands.

She moaned and twisted slightly beneath him, making small sounds when he sucked hickeys into her skin, or when he bit her. She tugged impatiently at the waistband of his boxers, then pulled him down on top of her, flipping them over, then pushing him up the bed.

"My turn" she whispered quietly, knowing he heard her. She licked up his neck, mouthing over the sensitive spot behind his ear, then working her way down his torso, pausing at his chest, licking a wide stripe, tongue going over his nipples. He gasped and arched his back, a half strangled moan escaping his lips, and she smiled. Nobody'd done that to him before.

She spent a short minute on his chest, then finished going down his torso, mouthing at the wet spot on his tented boxers. She pulled them off him, then licked up the underside, swirling her tongue around the head, then without warning wrapping her lips around it and dropping her head down, taking him into her throat so her lips were wrapped around the base.

He thrust up into her mouth, moaning, and one of his hands slipping into her hair while the other made a tight fist in the bed sheet. She held one of his hips down with her hand, wanting to be in control for now. She bobbed her head, running her tongue on the underside and humming lightly. He moaned and his hips tried to buck up, but her hand stopped him.

She opened her mouth some and relaxed her jaw, then moved her hand off his hip, letting him do what he wanted. His hand in her hair tightened and she moaned, the vibrations making him moan ant thrust up, guiding her head up and down on him. She waited until she knew that he was close, then stopped him, and pulled her mouth off. She move up his body, kissing him again, and he could taste himself in her mouth.

She moved and wrapped her fingers around the base of his dick, making sure he didn't come yet. He groaned, wanting to be able to come, but let her. She straddled his lap, and tapped the back of his shoulder once, silently asking how he wanted her. He flipped her onto her back, and lined himself up, slowly pressing in, and they both moaned when she shifted her hips slightly, telling him that he could move.

He pulled halfway out, then pushed back in, use to human partners. Die pressed back against him when he thrust in. "Deeeannnn" she moaned, drawing out his name. He pulled out so just the head was in, then pushed back in, repeating the action when she rocked against him. She wrapped her legs around his hips, making him go in deeper, and they moaned, him at the change in depth, her at the change in angle.

She dragged her nails up his back, leaving red marks that they both knew would be there tomorrow. She arched her back, getting closer every time he moved, dragging the head against her g spot every time he thrust in.

"Freaking close" she moaned, pressing back against him harder. He pulled back and snapped his hips forward, making her come, almost screaming his name. She covered his eyes with her hand as her wings shown through, her grace all over his soul, and her tightening around him making him come deep in her. When she moved her hand, it fell and landed on her chest. She flipped him onto his back, then pulled off him, laying against his side with her head on his shoulder.

He looked at her, and his eyes caught on the baby blue wings coming out from near her shoulder blades. He touched one, and she purred as he ran his hand over it. He stroked it until they both fell asleep, laying comfortably together.