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Naked Desire
A Huge Pile of Feathers
Cas had gone looking for Dean earlier in the evening and found him in a skeevy bar, chatting up the local talent. The Seraph had heard Samuel call the women 'foreign female flesh' and, when looked at like that, Cas felt a thrill of irritation.
Dean treated his body like a party favor. He passed it out like the prize in a grab bag Anything with tits had a chance and Cas thought he might put a stop to that. Dean had a brand; Cas's hand burned into his shoulder, and that body was not the man's to casually toss to these circling female sharks.
Cas stepped out of the shadows, wrapping the skirts of his trench coat out of the way and took hold of Dean's arm. Dean's head snapped around. "Hey, Cas. What's up buddy?"
The Hunter leaned against the bar. "This is my new friend, Lydia." Dean said, introducing a flaming red head. "Lydia, this is my buddy Cas. You think you have a friend for him?"
Cas tighten his hold on Dean's upper arm. "That's fine, Dean." Cas growled between clenched teeth. "I really don't need any more friends. I only need you to come with me, now." The angel pulled Dean so hard the man came off his bar stool and ended up being dragged out of the bar by an angry celestial being.
"What the hell, Cas?" Dean tried to push Cas's hand off his arm.
"You are coming with me now, Dean." Cas growled. "I will not watch you prostitute yourself this way."
"Hey, I don't ask for money." Dean snapped. "Don't go calling me a whore."
"Is slut a better description?" Cas inquired. "Your body belongs to me now. I will not have it abused this way."
"What! I don't belong to you." Dean snarled. "Let go of me."
Cas continued to pull Dean along the street, heading back to the motel room. "When I pulled you out of hell I assembled that body to hold your soul. Some of it came from my grace. I put it back together piece by piece. It certainly does belong to me."
Cas slammed the Hunter against the door and placed his palm against the lock. The door clicked open and Cas pushed Dean backwards into the room.
Cas stopped moving and held on to both of Dean's arms while peering over the Hunter's shoulder. There was a rustling sound from across the room and a voice that Dean certainly did not expect to hear, rang out. "Cas, what the hell? We're busy here; a little privacy please."
Dean gasped. "Gabriel? What is Gabriel doing in my room?" Cas turned Dean around to face the beds and he saw a huge pile of feathers heaped on one of them. The feathers moved and shook themselves out and turned into multiple pairs of golden wings. Gabriel looked over his shoulder and glared at the lately arrived couple.
Even more shockingly Dean saw his brother's face appear when one of Gabriel's large wings shifted out of the way. "Sammy!" Dean yelled. "What are you doing?"
"Sorry Cas," Gabriel grinned. "I didn't realize you had your pet with you. No problem though. There's another bed. Go to it. I got to get back to screwing my darling Sam now."