Dean slowly opened one eye, a grey haze of pre dawn light filtered through a crack in the threadbare curtains of the room. Rolling over he saw Castiel next to him, eyes closed and breathing rhythmically although Dean wondered if he was sleeping. Last night came back to Dean in all its glory and he smiled and relaxed into the pillow, tracing little circles along Castiels chest. Dean felt his cock twitch as he took in all of Cas . "God, Cas you are so beautiful, you are so…perfect" both hands working on Castiels body like clay, rubbing, molding and squeezing. He worked his legs around Castiel and pressed his length hard against his thigh.
Cas snapped his eyes open, he wasn't sleeping just taking it all in, Deans voice at once rough and soft, his hands working over Castiels body in that expert way he had and now his full lips and hot mouth working his cock like a starving man. "Come on Cas I want to taste you".
Quickly Castiel pushed up grabbing Dean by the shoulders and forcing him on his back "I'm sorry Dean, I'm making this up as I go along" Cas broke into one of his rare smiles, it was something that knocked Dean right in the heart on the few occasions he saw him do it. Cas was all white teeth, small dimples and huge blue eyes. Dean was hard enough to cut a diamond.
"I want you to surrender yourself to me, can you be mine Dean? Can you be my beautiful possession? Give your heart, your body, your mind to me as I have given you my heart long ago, I have loved you to the point of madness and now my body is yours to take, to use, can you Dean…please can you do the same for me?" Castiel hated the desperation in his own voice but that is how he felt, desperate and exposed.
Dean looked up into Castiels eyes, tears threatening to breach the blue, brows knit in that worried look he gets and Dean knows all too well. "Cas ….I…" Just then there was a rumble of Bobby's truck pulling in and another distinct sound of an additional vehicle crunching the gravel.
The moment was broken and gone, Dean frantically trying to get up and grab his clothes, Castiel was magically clothed and standing watching Dean pull on jeans and a t shirt, breath coming out in gasps and sweat forming on his face. "Shit, shit, shit SAM oh jeez, Sammy is here!"
The hunt had been successful, if you could even call it a hunt. One demon dead and some seriously pissed off civil war soldiers put to rest but that's what Sam did, hunt even though he didn't know why Bobby insisted Dean stay and he go with the group leaving Castiel to stay with Dean alone.
Sam had changed but he figured no soul, no complicated emotions to get in the way. Now his drives were killing and fucking, emotionally he did have anger and a self serving outlook on it all, he enjoyed possessing people and things. Pain mixed with pleasure and there was nothing like sitting and thinking of all the things he wanted to do to Dean, that always got his cock rock hard. Dean wouldn't have it, wouldn't have him since he came back. Sam knew Dean was frightened of him just a bit but Sam played along knowing that when he became too frustrated with fucking the next roadside diner waitress or the next little twink he could split open like an apple Sam was going to break and just make Dean his bitch, a sick part of him wanting to make him cry and beg for him to stop.
Sam smiled wickedly and looked at Holly standing outside the truck, bringing his hands to his face he could still get her scent from last night. Hunting made him horny and Holly was different than his usual road bimbo or bar slut boy. She was for lack of a better word fat in all the right places, huge tits, big round ass and soft belly, she was strong and capable, a daughter of hunter parents so Sam had a respect for her talents as a hunter herself. Licking his fingers, eyes closed he remembered her straddling his 6'4" fame and riding him like a champ. Long blonde hair and breasts in his face screaming his name and taking it all, telling him how big he was, how beautiful, how hot, how….well Sam had heard it all before many times. The best thing about sex with another hunter is the lack of attachment, it was stress relief, something to take the edge off and this morning they were both right back to being professional. No strings.
"Sam go get Cas and Dean, we will meet you at the diner" Holly hitched her thumb towards the diner next to the motel. "sure give me a few minutes to get his ass going" Sam headed to the motel door and Bobby shook his head, "Don't know if I can get used to this new Sam, that kid is crude, rough around the edges, that ain't like Sam, I hope we can figure out this soul problem of his soon."
Sam stood in front of the door and felt there was something different…wrong, raising his hand to knock Dean opened the door with his hastily packed bags. "Hey Sammy, we going for breakfast? How did the hunt go?". Sam waved his hand in the air and pushed past Dean, stepping into the room. "Give me a chance to use the bathroom, whats the big rush Dean, Christ!" Sam stepped to the center of the room, closed his eyes and took a deep breath working his head from side to side. He smelled sex, sweat and shame. His eyes grew hard and slitted looking from the unused bed to the one that was pulled apart, sheets hanging on the floor, something damp drying on the mattress. Sam turned on his heels and towered over Dean, "So where is Cas?"
Dean swallowed hard and looked last Sam at the wall "Hell I don't know, he wasn't here all that much, I suppose he'll meet us over at the diner. So are you going to use the bathroom so we can get out of here?" "I don't have to go now" Sam snapped and grabbed the bags and went over to the Impala and threw them in. "Come on Dean, I'm starving" he clapped Dean on the back and tried to put on his best imitation of a genuine smile.