First thing they knew, they were exorcising a demon, next thing they know they're naked, sweaty and pressed against each other in a cheap motel room. In the back of Sam and Castiel's minds they wondered how this happened, Dean on the other hand, did not. He knew exactly what he had done.

"Ita pulchra pro me"

The words fell from Dean's kiss swollen lips. He knew what it did to Sam and Castiel. Pressed between his brother and the angel he muttered only a few more word as he slammed into Sam. Castiel moved, taking the opportunity to fuck Sam's throat relentlessly, only pulling more obscene noises from the younger hunter.

"bet vos tam aspicere vellet bonum et operto venire." Dean said. "Fuck" Castiel breathed, pressing his forehead to Dean's. He pulled out of Sam's mouth with a quiet, wet pop, Dean's hand instantly taking control and wrapping around his length . Sam and Castiel were both helpless to how Latin sounded as it fell from Dean's sinful mouth. "venire" Dean whispered, before kissing the angel. Castiel's body shook as he came in unison with Dean. Seconds later, Sam came, hard. When he could finally open his eyes, Dean looked down at Sam and smiled.

"Well, what do ya know? You do look good covered in come."