Okay, I did not expect 17 PMs telling me to continue! Thanks for your enthusiasm! Hope the chapter is to your liking! Enjoy, my beloved kitties.

Um.

Ignore that, 'kay?

Ready for round two already, Dean?

You betcha, Tiger.

Tiger?

Well, metaphorically. Are you up for another go?

That depends.

On what?

On whether or not I get to claim you for my own.

Dean squeaked as Cas rolled them over and he was pinned down. Cas propped himself up on his elbows and smirked down at him.

Dominance. I like it, Tiger.

Not as much as you will like what's coming.

Is that a threat?

It's a promise.

Cas leaned back in and began to kiss Dean's neck again, earning a gasp and a strong wave of lust for his efforts. He felt the demon's soul reach for him, tangling itself up inside of Castiel's. He threw his head back in pleasure as Cas began to make his way downwards, pausing to bite every inch or so. Dean clutched a pillow in one fist, the other full of the angel's tousled hair.

Cas. Holy fucking hell, Cas.

Cas bit and sucked at Dean's chest, flitting his tongue out to worry at a deliciously pink nipple.

For a demon, you sure taste salty.

Cas lapped at a knotted scar across Dean's abs, the sensitive tissue responding with the most delectable pain.

Please, Cas- I- I need you-

"What do you need, Dean?" Castiel's husky growl made Dean's neglected length throb harder. The angel felt his lover's desire emanating from his skin, his soul crying for release. "Tell me what you need."

Apparently, his voice was very sexy, because Dean's arousal flowed into him impossibly strongly.

My voice, oh my God.

He could hear himself talking to Dean, but he was hearing it as Dean did. He felt the insane attraction building in his partner.

Please, Cas.

"Please what?"

"I want you to fuck me with your mouth," Dean whimpered.

All you had to do was ask.

Cas licked from the top of the muscular V on Dean's abdomen down to the bottom, leaving a wet, glistening trail. He bit a sensitive patch just above the demon's hipbone. Then, he made his way down to his inner thigh, reaching a sensitive patch that made Dean whimper.

Oh, Cas...

Finally, Cas took the head in his mouth, drawing a pleasured whine from the former hunter. Dean grasped the angel's hair tightly in his hands and fought the urge to buck his hips into his mouth. Dean's pleasure washed over Cas in a cascade of sensation, and he growled, his mouth still around Dean's cock. He licked the base and srew his tounge slowly along the underside.

"Fuck, Cas," he yelled loudly. "Oh, god!"

Then, he could take the teasing no longer. He grabbed Castiel's head and willed the angel to take him fully. Feeling Dean's desperation, he complied, taking him up to the hilt with a grunt that sent shivers up his spine. Dean moaned and thrust again and again, his pleasure reverbating through both of them. It didn't take long for him to come, pulling Cas with him through their shared sensations, and they collapsed back on the bed together, as exhausted as two immortal beings can be.

After an hour or two of half-sleeping, half melting into each other, they were pulled from their stupor by a loud knocking on the door.

"Room service," announced a squeaky female voice.

Dean frowned, annoyed.

"We didn't order room service."

"Room service!" The knocking didn't stop; it got louder and more insistent.

"I think you have the wrong room," he yelled harshly. We didn't order any-"

"Open the damn door, Dean Winchester, or I'll burn down the hotel."

Cas shot up, alarmed, as he recognized the voice.

"Isabella?"

Dean stared. "Wait, did you order room service, Cas?"

"No, Dean. Isabella is a...friend." He flew to the door and peered through the peephole warily.

"Castiel? Are you in there?"

"What do you want?"

"Your sigils are really effective. You have to let me in, like, now before they catch up with me and you won't be able to let anyone in at all or, like, leave ever again!" Isabella ranted. She had adopted the vocal mannerisms of the 12-year-old girl she inhabited.

"How do we know that we can trust you?" Cas asked over the endless stream of verbal noise. He rolled his eyes at Dean, who watched the exchange, amused.

"You don't. But I imagine you'll get bored of the hotel room after a few centuries with nowhere else to go. Can't you, like, hear what they're saying down there?"

"Aw, let her in. She sounds too squeaky to do much harm," Dean said, yawning.

"I once inhabited a pre-adolescent girl, and I'm not harmless," Cas reminded him as he pulled on a bathrobe and unlocked the bolts of the door. Isabella hadn't stopped knocking and she fell into the room and onto the floor. Cas slammed the door shut and bolted it again.

"Um, why aren't you wearing clothes?" Dean asked, taking in the sight of the girl's naked body before looking away respectfully.

"Oh, uh, right. I guess that explains, like, the staring people outside. Humans," she scoffed. "So judgmental, even after all these years."

"Hey," said Dean, slightly offended.

"What's your problem? Not like you're one of them," she snapped, folding her arms over her chest. Dean winced.

"Why are you here, Isabella?" Cas frowned.

"I wanted to, like, go shopping, dummy."

"Here. Put some damn clothes on," Dean threw the other bathrobe at her, forcing him to stay in bed with the sheets over his body.

"I'm trying to help you, demon. Actually, I'm trying to help Castiel, since he's too whipped to help himself. I don't give a fuck what happens to you." The swear sounded alien coming from her twelve-year-old voice.

"You can't hurt me, Lizzie McGuire," Dean said. "Nobody can. Not any of you wingmen or even the King of Hell. Believe me, he's tried."

"Castiel, you need to get out of here," the angel said urgently, pointedly ignoring Dean's barbed insults.

"Why now? You weren't nearly this admanant when we spoke the other day."

"Wait- Cas- you- you spoke to her recently? When?" Dean sputtered indignantly.

"I came to warn him."

"Warn of what? The Angel Brigade stationed outside our door? We got that bit, thanks," Dean scoffed.

"Shut up, Hell-scum." Isabella waved a hand and Dean's voice was muffled by a pillow. "Cas, the angels, they heard everything. They know what you did with that whore, and they're more determined than ever to kill you. And then, they'll take boy toy over here and torture the Hell out of him. Literally."

"Why are you so eager to help us?" Cas wondered.

"When I came to warn you the first time, Castiel, some of the higher-ups caught wind and now I'm Heaven's Most Wanted Number Two." Isabella looked scared at this thought. "I'm nothing, nobody. Father didn't even name me. I was a slave to the slaves, until I decided to help you. If you and your pet can find somewhere safe, then maybe you can help me." Isabella looked at her feet.

"Dean?" Cas asked. "What do you think?" He flicked a finger and Dean was freed from the pillow.

"Sounds like she's part of the fugitive club too. What else can we do?" Isabella smiled. "Guess we need to find you some clothes, kid."