"It is I- Fergus McCrowley."
And out jumped a black cat, standing on its hind legs, and brandishing a pistol.
Gabe started laughing first- or maybe it was Dean- but the point was, they both started laughing their heads off. That is, until the cat in question held two guns up to their heads.
Dean gulped, putting his hands up. "B-but... you're a cat." "I know what I am," it said, inspecting its sharp claws, "My size will not stop me from clawing your eyes out. What's a human doing in these parts with a Pegasus?" it asked, the last word rolling off his tongue as if it was poison. Gabe sneered back, and Dean answered before any hostility commenced.
"We're on a quest- to rescue the Prince of Far Far Away from a tower in Dragon's Keep."
Now it was the feline's turn to laugh. "You must be joking." Dean scowled. "Do I look like I'm joking?!"
Crowley wiped the smile off his face. "No, not particularly. Alright, I'll bite- what makes this Prince dreamy enough to motivate you to risk your life saving him?"
Dean exhaled. Where do I start? he thought in a momentary haze, then snapped back to attention. "Uh, let me think, I'd say, it's none of your damn business. Let us through." "Ooh, demands, demands- yet I'm the one with the weapons positioned against your foreheads."
Dean clenched his jaw. "Damn you enchanted animals! You're freaking annoying!"
Crowley smiled. "Look. I'll let you through, because I don't doubt you have noble intentions. On one condition." Dean sighed. "What?" "I'm assuming you've got no gold on you- so robbing you would be pointless. I'll just… hop along for the ride, and offer my services."
Dean let out a high pitched laugh. "No friggin' way is a cat coming on this trip, especially not some posh British one who thinks he can scare a dragon away with his sharp claws and big eyes."
Crowley looked deeply offended. "I am an honorable, and highly diplomatic cat -business is my business- if I offer my services to you, I intend to stick with you until the end," he said. Dean rolled his eyes. "Super."
"Hey, get lost, furball," Gabe cut in, "He's already got a best friend!" Dean reluctantly nodded. He wouldn't use those exact words to describe Gabriel, but his dislike of the idea of the cat coming along ultimately outweighed his honesty. So the two began to walk away.
"Wait!" they heard, and so they turned one last time.
There, standing and looking adorable with the sweetest, most precious red eyes imaginable, was Crowley, giving them a killer cute look whilst purring softly.
"Oh..." Dean muttered, "Aw, no. Christ, man... I can't leave that!" he told the Pegasus. "But-" Gabe protested, but Dean had already begun walking back, and he scooped Crowley up. "Alright, Crowley. You can come too- but you have to promise not to be annoying. I can't deal with two idiots."
"My lips are sealed," Crowley said in satisfaction, and Gabriel huffed as they walked along the path together toward their next venture on the map.
It was early evening now, the stars beginning to appear around the tower; though it didn't make much of a difference due to how high up Castiel was- said stars were hardly visible because of all the smoke rising from the fire and lava around the dreadful place.
He looked out the window at the land around him. It was barren, rocky, dangerous- off in the distance, he could faintly see the beginnings of a forest that looked like the Enchanted one he had learned about back when he was being taught by his private tutor, The Fairy Godmother.
Since it was now nighttime, he felt his wings grow again behind his back, and he sighed. At least the silver lining was, that no one could see them when he was here.
A rogue, though not entirely surprising, thought crossed Cas' mind.
I wonder what Dean's doing right now? he thought.
At this thought, his legs splayed open a little wider on the bed, his fingers dropping lightly between his legs.
He's probably working at The Poison Apple, he thought with a moan, rubbing slow circles gingerly around his inner things. He would be dressed in his white shirt, that white cotton shirt unbuttoned to his chest... those knee high boots... and those brown drawstring pants that Cas wanted desperately to pull off right then.
He leaned his head back, carefully palming himself through his trousers. He wished he was there- at the Poison Apple, the smell of alcohol and excitement, heavy in the air. Being there made him feel dangerous... independent, reckless, deliciously immoral.
He thought of Dean's strong hands on his shoulders as he slowly worked himself, and let out a little moan of frustration at the meddling clothing between, and at the fact that he couldn't feel Dean there with him.
He unbuckled his belt, remembering how it felt to have Dean's lips on his dick, licking, sucking, swallowing him so good... oh...
But Dean's probably with another customer right now, he thought sadly, he's probably forgotten about me already.
He licked his lips as he took himself out of his trousers, reveling in the feeling of his hand around his half hard dick.
He remembered what Dean had done with the licking, and exercised that. Then he slowly started pumping himself, pressing his head back into the pillow.
He imagined Dean riding him, bouncing on top of his cock as they panted and slammed together. Cas could imagine Dean's sweet moans echoing around his room as he pushed up from underneath, causing Dean to whine, he imagined, and seek out that same depth again.
Cas started to thrust into his fist, pretending it was Dean, shaking and sweating on top of him. "Oh... Dean," he mumbled, "Ah... right there, Dean... right-"
His breath hitched as he massaged the underside of his shaft. His stroking motions became a little more urgent, and picturing Dean's lips, red and swollen, open and moaning out his name, got Cas harder than ever.
He imagined Dean gripping onto his shoulders as he rode him, cursing and groaning.
"Dean... just like that," Cas said softly, "I need it... I need you... unff..." He jerked himself harder, thumbing small circles around the head as he thought of Dean's own solid dick, pressed up against his stomach, twitching, throbbing for release that only Cas could provide...
"Oh, FUCK, Dean," he moaned, and he was turned on beyond belief saying that, as he had never used such words before. "Right there!"
He felt his stomach tighten, and in a second more of stroking around the sensitive tip, he came hard, thinking of Dean's husky voice murmuring sweet nothings in his ear.
He was breathless as he came down from the high, lying in the afterglow and wishing he had Dean in his arms.
It just made it hurt that much more that he didn't.