Dean polished off his beer and waved for another, the man behind the bar was more than willing to give the 23 year old hunter attention.

"So your date didn't show up?"

Dean drummed his fingers on the sticky bar top and gave the door another look, "No but he's always late."

"Well if he doesn't show, I get off in an hour and…"

"Yeah I know, you're going drop trou and give it to me real good because my ass is just that fine…is that what you were going to say?"

The bartender stammered, "I ..I was gonna ask you out for a drink but we could do that."

"Just get my fucking beer."

Dean chuckled to himself as the man scurried away, "Not even close to my stud…where the hell is he?" He pressed redial and waited, "Hey thanks for leaving me here you jackass, I'll just find someone else then."

He hung up and started looking over his options, Dean had been hit on at least fifteen times in a two hour span by his estimation and so far all his drinks were free but now the Hunter was done waiting.

Dean was about to work his way around the club when a hand slid up the back of his shirt, "God, you are fucking hot…who would leave a nice bitch like you sitting all alone?"

The answer came in the form of a growl, "Get your damn hands off me." The stranger spun Dean around to face him and Dean like every inch of what he saw, "You're fucking gorgeous, what's your name?"

"Mick, you?"

"Dean."

"So tell me what you want hot Dean."

The Hunter spread his legs, grabbed Mick's hand and placed it on his crotch, "I want to drain my balls right down your throat…then you're going to eat my shower fresh asshole and tongue fuck me awhile, after that I want you to snake your cock my up bowels and drop a nice hot load inside me…no condom, can you do that?"

Mick squeezed the stiff dick under the denim, "You're a dirty whore aren't you?"

Dean wrapped his legs around the stranger's waist and bit his bottom lip. He was lifted off the bar stool and kissed hard, as Dean was shoved out the door he laughed at the rough treatment, "Guess my date just missed out."

Mick grabbed the back of his neck, "You got a room somewhere?"

Dean guided him to the Impala and they headed to the Cedar Crest Motel.

…..

Mick felt fingers tighten in his hair as Dean got closer to the end, he tried to pull back but the man was strong so he gave in and relaxed his throat feeling the head sinking lower down his throat. It was a balance to keep from gagging, Dean was so long it was almost impossible but he managed.

When the load came it was a flood of warm, slick and salty right down Mick's gullet. It was almost as if Dean hadn't done it in ages and when the pulsing meat slowly left his mouth he was grateful for the relief.

He rolled his eyes up and saw Dean smiling down at him, he gently ran fingers over Mick's face and complimented him, "You sure no how to please a man don't you bitch?"

That was when Mick realized he had no control at all and he planned of remedying that real quick.

….

Dean bucked back on the tongue reaming his hole, "Eat it…come on stab me with that thing, get my ass prepped because you're not fucking me tight."

Mick stopped and sat on his haunches panting heavily, "You're a fucking animal." He looked down at the needy, twitching hole and it was barely ready. Dean was tight as hell but Mick finally gave up.

He grabbed the lube from the nightstand and drizzled it over his target and then stoked it down his length, "I'm done with all your bullshit whore, you were in that bar for a reason and now you're gonna get it so hard you walk funny for a month."

Dean spread his knees even wider then looked over his shoulder, "Big fucking words from a…"

He didn't get to finish, Mick slammed balls deep inside him and Dean screamed. A large hand clamped over his mouth, "Shut your fucking hole, I don't want the cops to show up."

Dean had tears streaming down his face; he was getting more than he bargained for. Dean couldn't afford to have cops banging at his door so he took the rape as best he could.

Mick shoved his shoulders to the bed pinning him down and pummeled Dean's ass so hard the Hunter thought he felt blood. It was a raw, merciless fuck from a brut and all he could do was take it.

Afterward Mick got dressed and left Dean on the bed a broken mess, the Hunter limped to the shower and tried his best to clean himself up then crawled into bed.

…..

Sam read the menu over but knew what he wanted; he was killing time until his brother got there. The bell tinkled above the door and in walked Dean, Sam broke into a big smile and waved.

Dean nodded and walked over slow and stiff, he took off his jacket, folded it up and used it as a cushion to sit on, "Morning Mick."

Sam rubbed his boot against his brothers leg, "Morning bar whore…I love role play night."

Dean shifted his weight carefully, "Yeah but it's a good thing we only do it once a month."