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Naked Desire

Hold On, I'm Falling

Dean dashed for the door of the rickety old cabin. Why the hell did he think this was a good idea? The rain poured down so heavy he felt like he was being struck. A hundred year storm? Maybe the Flood Redux?

The old miner's cabin perched on the lip of a dry river bed, looking out over the Montana plains. In a couple of hours the riverbed most likely wouldn't be dry any longer. Flash floods could tear through this landscape like a damn bursting, pushing debris and mud and animals both dead and alive along. He was working hard at not being one of those bodies tumbling in the water to end up plastered on a drying lake bed, cooking in the sun.

He scrabbled his way up the bank and flopped into the ancient cabin. It was dry and dark inside. At least the roof was still mostly whole. There were leaks here and there but it was a hundred percent better than the end of the world being staged outside.

He started to strip off his thoroughly soaked clothes. The leather jacket just needed to have the water shook off but cotton and denim all ended up hanging from the dusty rafters. There was a fireplace but he needed fuel. Looking around he carefully pulled up floor boards and any dry wood that didn't appear to be needed to keep the place standing. The eventual small, careful fire helped a lot and he almost hunched over it trying to suck up any possible warmth. The storm outside raged unabated.

Finally he did what he should have done hours ago and fell on his knees. He lowered his head and clasped his hands together, shivering in the chill air. "Cas, Castiel, are you there? I'm sorry, man. I was an idiot. Please Cas, you aren't an assbutt. I'm really sorry and I could use your help right now."

There was the rustle of feathers and Dean raised his head. His Angel stood in front of him.

Cas looked at the near naked hunter on his knees on the dirty cabin floor and shaking with the cold. "You appear to be in distress, Dean." Cas said.

"No kidding, Cas. I got caught in this storm while I was looking for a supposedly haunted gold mine and now I'm cold, wet and hungry. I'm also worried about the Impala. She better be safe. And I'm sorry I was mean to you. It has not been one of my better days." Dean looked desperate.

The Angel extended his wings. "Stand up and come here, Dean." Cas said and Dean did as ordered. Once inside the embrace of soft feathers he felt warm and sheltered. He laid his head on Cas's shoulder and wrapped his arms around his angel.

Cas sighed. "Have you learned your lesson yet, Dean? The next time I tell you that something is a bad idea, will you listen?"

"Yes, Cas. I will." Dean muttered. "I said I was sorry. What more do you want me to do?"

"Oh, I think you owe me more than just an apology." Cas whispered in Dean's ear.

There was a sense of movement and falling from a height and Dean found himself on his hands and knees in the back seat of the Impala. The rain was beating against the windows, obscuring any possible view. The raindrops were striking the roof like hail. Inside it was safe and warm and so very private.

Cas was also naked and arched over him in the most intimate of positions. One arm was wrapped around Dean's waist and the other hand was exploring in the secret places of the hunter's body.

Dean laughed. "I guess you're really going to be taking that apology out of my ass, right Cas?"

"You are so right," the Angel whispered again. A long finger rudely pushed through Dean's entrance. It was quickly followed by another and Cas pulled Dean back harshly into his hand. "Remember that this is supposed to be a punishment and try not to enjoy yourself too much."

Then Cas removed his hand, grabbed on to Dean's hips and shoved his dick in

Dean's arms collapsed and he fell on his face, ass raised. Cas proceeded to administer the promised punishment in the form of a good, solid pounding.

Finally Cas let Dean go and the man turned to lay his head in the Angel's lap. Dean looked up into the sky blue eyes and said "I'm almost not sorry now." He smiled, sated, and angled his sore bottom away from the Angel's roving fingers.

"I hope you've learned your lesson, hunter." Cas laughed.

"Oh, I really have learned something." Dean smiled back. "It might not be the lesson you wanted to teach, however."