Chapter Seventy Seven! Woot. Hey guys for the upcoming chapter I'm going to need fan questions for Angel and Dean. So if you could tweet a question to them for an interview. What would you ask? Not all of them are going to make it into the next chapter, but I will keep the questions for another time.

European Tour Wednesday: May 14, 2014

Edited: 8/3/2020

Chapter Seventy-Seven

Angel gasped as Dean hit Curtis Axel with a huge drop kick that sent the poor man flying out of the ring and crashing down next to her in a pile of twisted limbs. She hoped that nothing was broken.

A yell of frustration came from in the ring, making her look up to see that Dean had made his way to the ropes. "I dare you to put your hands on Angel again, I dear you Axel!" He warned as he gripped the top rope so tight that his fingers turned white almost instantly.

Sighing, Angel looked form Dean to the man laying at her feet. She sort of felt bad about what just happened, because it was party her fault. She had stupidly ran into the ring trying to help Roman, that's when Axel pushed her out of ring. Granted, she didn't think he meant to knock her all the way to the floor, but Dean wasn't one for semantics.

When she looked back up, she met eyes with the raving mad man above her and he gave her a wink. He then turned back around to run right into a right hook form Ryback who came into the ring to get revenge for his partner.

…

"One, two, three." Angel counted along with the crowd as Dean pinned Axel after hitting him with a Dirty Deeds. As the bell rang to sound the end of the match, excitement ran through her. Rushing into the ring, she made her away over to man in the middle of the ring who was pounding his chest while letting out a battle cry.

"That's how it's done!" Roman called as he came over and clapped both Dean and Seth on the shoulder.

Dean smirked at him as he wrapped his arm around Angel. Smiling, she let herself be pulled towards the ropes. "You wanna see the Triple Powerbomb?" He yelled out making the fans that could hear him cheer louder.

"I think they do." Angel laughed as she hung onto Dean's arm as he bounced about.

"Lets do this!" Roman called behind them.

Dean glanced over his shoulder before turning back to give her a quick kiss on the forehead. He then pulled away and met Seth in the corner of the ring where Ryabck had been laying ever since get was hit with a Curb Stomp. They scooped the man up as Roman called for the Powerbomb. Taking a deep breath, they lifted the big guy up onto Roman's shoulders. After readjusting their holds on the man, they sent him smashing down to the mat.

"Shield! Shield! Shield!" The crowd chanted.

Not paying Ryback a second through, the boys stepped over him and met her back at the ropes for more showboating. Looking out into the crowd Angel smiled at all the signs that their fans were holding up for them. Eventually her eyes landed on a group of familiar looking girls and realized that it was the ones from the airport. They were just where they said they were going to be and were wearing even less clothing then before. She then noticed the three signs that they were holding up. One had, 'Shield, Sierra, Hotel, India, Echo, Lima, Delta' in bold red text. The second one said; 'When It Reigns it Pours'. The third one which was being held up by the blonde said, 'I'm an Ambrose Girl'.

Suddenly a heavy weight draped over her shoulder as Dean leaned on her. "You alright there?"

She nodded. "Our friends are here."

"Friends?" He questioned as she pointed them out. "Ah." He nodded as reached over and got both Seth and Roman's attention. "It's the girls from the airport."

Both men looked over and called out to the girls as they pointed to their signs.

Angel felt the same jealousy that she had felt at the airport fill her once again and sighed. "You alright?" Dean leaned down to her and chuckled. "Do you need to show them that I'm your again?" He said sounded almost hopeful.

She looked at the blonde again and shook her head. "Nah, I'm good."

"Oh?"

She nodded as she pushed past the embarrassment that she was about to feel as she pushed herself up onto the middle rope. She leaned out as far as she could and pointed towards the blonde's sign and yelled. "So am I!" as loud as she could.

It must have been loud enough because the blondes face twisted into a frown and she lowed her sign. A ping of pride hit her, and Angel almost hated it, however as soon as she turned towards Dean and saw that look of longing that filled his face any bad feeling she had gone away.

"So, you're an Ambrose girl huh?" He smirked holding the ropes open for her.

"Yeah, I'm his biggest fan." She winked.

…

Angel laughed as Dean flopped into the bed next to her making her pop off the mattress. "You alright over there?" She asked going back to the work on her laptop. Though she stopped when her answer was that of a mumbled mess. "What am I going to do with you if you're already like this and it's only day one of the tour?"

Another mumble.

She sighed, shutting her laptop and moving it to the side. "Dean." She pushed at the man's arm. "I can't understand you if you keep talking into your pillow."

There was a pause, then a loud exhale before he finally turned his head and looked at her. "I sand that my ribs hurt from the bear hug that Ryback gave me."

A 'bear hug' wasn't what she would have called it but whatever, she wasn't going argue with the man who was on the receiving end of the move. "You going to be ok?"

"Yeah, I just think the big man popped a rib out of place."

Her eyes widened at his words. "We should get that checked out before the show tomorrow."

"Nah." He rolled onto his side with grunt. "I'll be fine." He brought his hand up and pressed it against his free side.

Rolling her eyes at the man, she went to open her mouth to argue with him when she noticed he had started to apply pressure to his side. Drawing her brows together, realization hit her. The man was trying to pop his rib back in by himself.

"Dean!" She gasped as tossed off to the side so that she could roll over and stop him. "Don't…" She trailed off as she lunched herself at him harder than she meant to and the arm that she was using to hold herself up slipped.

D.D.D

The groan of pain from suddenly having about a hundred pounds of feisty female landing on his already sore ribs, died in his throat as Angel face planted in his lap. He instantly knew that it was an accident, that she wasn't aiming to get a face full of his crotch, that she must have slipped when she tried to stop him from popping his rib back in, but damn if the image in front of him wasn't making his mind run wild.

After a moment, Angel used both his leg and the bed to push herself up. "Sorry." She blushed as she sat back on her knees.

Shit. He ran his fingers through his hair. He should be the one to say sorry. Here she was trying to apologies and all he was doing was burning the image of her on her knees with her face red with embarrassment into his brain to use later. "It's fine." He said adjusting the way he was laying.

"Please tell me you didn't really do what I think you did."

He blinked at her, not really sure what she was asking. "Huh?"

"Did you just pop your rib back in?" She said with a worried look.

He took a deep breath in relief when she didn't ask him if he had just popped a boner because he most certainly did that. "Nah," Dean rubbed his sore side. "It's not really popped out, only feels like it."

Relief rushed her face this time. "Good, you had me worried there."

He nodded as he tired to get his mind back from the fantasy that was quickly creating a bigger problem for him. But he couldn't help it. She would look so damn good kneeling before him. Just as a groan was about to escape him, he quickly hopped up from the bed. "I'm going to take a shower." He said as he stumbled his way to the bathroom, hoping she wouldn't notice the tent in his jeans.

Right as he was about to walk into the bathroom, he stop and asked the question that he asked every night as if it was instinct. "Wanna join?" He instantly cursed at himself. How stupid could he be? She did on occasion take him up on the invitation and though he loved it when she did, this wasn't the best time.

"As much as I would love to, I really need to finish this up." She said grabbing her laptop and opening it.

Even as the small spike of disappointment washed through him, he was glad she said no and made his way into the bathroom. As soon as the door was shut, he started to peel of his ring gear. His ribs complained with each movement he made. He had to bite the inside of his cheek as he ripped off his tank top. "These two weeks are going to be hell." He groaned as he tossed the shirt away.

By the time he was completely naked, his body was just aching to feel warm water hitting him. Not wasting a moment, he set out to achieve just that and turned on the tap. He frowned as he eyed up the water pressure or lack thereof.

After the water finally warmed up, Dean stepped carefully into the tub and instantly started to relax under the water. Well most of him did. Sighing, Dean looked down at his erection that not even the pain in his side made go down. Never did he think he would be jacking off more now that he had a girlfriend then before, but here he was once again about to take care of himself while in the shower. His new normal.

Not even worrying about doing the whole cleaning thing, Dean took himself in his fist and started into slow methodical pumps. It didn't take long before the slow pace wasn't enough. Leaning back against the wall, he moved his hand with a fast and harder rhythm, as his mind wandered without worry.

In his mind, he saw a timeline where Angel had followed him into the shower and after getting the wonderful show of watching her strip, she led him under the warm water. He pictured the water droplets run along her smooth skin, over her chest, stomach, legs, and mound.

His breath hitched in his throat as the image of her slowly dropped to her knees in front of him. This was something that he fantasized about ever since they started dating, hell even before then. What would it be like to have his throbbing cock in her pretty little mouth?

Sure, he had blowjobs before. Tons of them but never from her. How fast would she take him? Would she lap at him? Tease him with that tongue of her? Would she look up at him with those bright hazel eyes as she sucked him?

Would she let him take control? Let him tangle his fingers into her hair as he fucked her face. No. He shook his head. That would probably be too far for her right now. He knew enough about her past sex life to know that he would probably be her first…

His back lurched off the tiled wall at the thought. Her first blowjob. He groaned.

He liked being her first at anything but knew that this would be torture for him. She was a curious little thing and he was sure that she would 'stumble' her way through her first time giving him head. She would end up treating his cock the same way she did when she first touched him. Those little delicate fingers sweeping across him, over and over…

"Fuck." He groaned as he grew closer to cumming, His eyes flittered to the back of his skull as he tried to figure out how she would react to him cumming. Would she let him cum in her mouth? If so would she swallow or spit? Either was fine for him. He sure wasn't going to force a woman to swallow that shit if she didn't want to.

But dear god if she did….

"Dean?" Angel called over two small knocks. "Dean." She said a little louder obviously thinking that he didn't hear her.

"Y-yeah." He cleared his throat. "What's up?"

"Seth and Roman want to know if we're hitting the gym tomorrow before we catch the tour bus tomorrow morning or after we get to Newcastle."

"Um." He tried to register the question as he stared at his cock that was still in his hand. "Either's fine with me."

"Yeah, that's what I thought you would say. I just wanted to make sure." She gave a little laugh before relaying the information whoever she was talking to on the phone. "Sorry to bother you."

He waited until he heard the door close behind her before taking a deep breath. "Back to our regularly scheduled program."

A.A.A

"Finally." Angel let out a deep breath as she rolled her neck and put her laptop on the floor near her side of the bed. As she pushed herself back up, she gave a glance over to the bathroom door where she could hear Dean getting ready for bed.

She found herself wondering if she should have taken him up on the offer to shower together. She had been planning to take one in the morning before they caught the bus to head to Newcastle, but now that the boys wanted to go to the gym in the morning there wasn't really time to get a shower before they left.

Sliding out of the bed, she grabbed her pjs that sat in a pile on her suitcase and made her way over to the bathroom door. "You almost done?" She asked as she peaked her head into the room.

Her eyes widened as they locked right onto a naked Dean Ambrose who was leaning over to dry his legs. "Can I help you?" He smirked as he stood up and looked at her over his shoulder.

She swallowed. "Um, I was just wondering if you were finished in here. I still need to take my shower." She showed him her pjs.

"Well, what are waiting for. There's enough room for the both of us in here." He laughed as he moved so that he wasn't blocking the tub. "The water pressure is shit by the way."

Realizing Dean wasn't leaving the bathroom anytime soon, Angel sighed and stepped into the small room all while trying to not stare at the naked man in front of her. She grabbed the towel off the rack and placed in on the back of the toilet before pulling out her shampoo and bodywash out of the travel case she had placed on the sink earlier.

A blushed filled her face now that there was nothing left to do but get undressed. Inhaling, she brought her leg up and started with her socks. Even with that simple reveal of skin, she felt Dean's eyes on her.

A chill went down her spine, she felt like she had been caught in a predator's gaze. And with a glace up at the man who she realized that that was exactly what had happened. His eyes flooded dark with lust as his eyes locked onto her movements.

There's no reason to be nervous. She told herself. He's already seen you naked. So, what's the problem. She asked as she tossed her socks to the side. Hands shaking, she brought them up to her jeans and unbuttoned them, thankfully the zipper came down with ease.

"Something wrong?" Dean voice jolted her. "You're shaking." Of course, he saw that. "Do you need help?" He tossed his towel away before stepping closer.

"I'm…I'm fine." She said looking up at his face.

He rose a brow in challenge. "Are you sure about that?"

Well aware that he was naked, Angel tried to keep her eyes locked on his as she slowly pushed her pant down. Only pausing when a groan came from Dean while she worked the denim over her ass. Taking another deep breath, she reached out and used his shoulder for support as she kicked out her jeans sending them into a pile with her socks. One down. She told herself as she stepped back, giving herself just enough room to take her shirt off, earning another groan. Before she even got the shirt over her head, she felt Dean's hand rest upon her hips.

"God, darlin'" He smirked. "If you keep up this show, I'm going to need another shower." His eyes ran lazily up and down her body that was only covered by her bra and underwear. "

She blushed. "Y-you acted as if I'm giving you a striptease or something…"

"To me baby, you are." He said his voice dropping down low. "And you're doing a very good job at it. So please continue."

A weird sense of pride filled her and fueled her just enough that she could continue undressing with him watching her with those intense eyes. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra with ease before letting the straps fall down her arms until the whole thing fell to the ground.

The hands on her hips gripped a little harder as she reached down for her underwear. However, before she could remove them herself, his fingers snaked under the waistband. Locking eyes with hers, he slowly pushed them down; his palms running slowly over her backside before letting the panties drop down her legs and hit the floor.

Her body shivered as those calloused hands landed back on her hips. "Fuck." Dean leaned his forehead against hers. "How do you affect me like this?" She was asking the same question.

Before she could tell him that, his lips smashed hard against hers. Within seconds, their bodies were pressed together, every inch of them touching. And she became very aware of the warmth that rested against her thigh.

"Dean." She gasped against his lips as he picked her up and set her on the sink. The contrast of the cold marble against her legs and ass made her shiver.

"Angel." He smirked before claiming her mouth again. The contact was gentle which was completely different from what she was expecting. But not getting exactly what you expected what normal when it came to Dean. He was full of surprises.

Like the sudden surprise of wetness that ran over her lips. "Open for me, baby." He told her as he licked her lips again.

Without hesitation, she did what he asked and parted her mouth for him.

It wasn't long before she melted into him, craving the feeling of his skin on hers. The way they were positioned made the quest very hard, other then his hands and mouth, she could barely feel him against her and that wouldn't do. Grabbing onto his shoulder, she tried to get as close as she could.

Chucking, Dean got the message and took a step closer making his knees bang against the sink. Concern briefly overtook her need and she went to pull away to check he was ok, but the growl that came from him told her not too. Before she could decide whether or not to listen to him, a rough palm grasped the back of her head and held her where she was.

It was as if a switch was flipped in the man as Dean's mouth moved harder and faster on hers. His tongue pushed back into her mouth and searched all her corner until there wasn't a part of her that his mouth hadn't claimed. All while his hands ran up her body, until he reached her chest where he paused before swiping his thumb over one of her nipples.

A small whine came from her as he pulled back and down at what his fingers were doing. "Shit." He groaned as he swiped her once again. "I guess it's only fair that I got you this worked up, since this will end up being the second time for me."

Her mind barely caught what he said. "What do you mean second time?"

"You little tumble in the bed earlier had my mind racing about those beautiful lips of yours, so I had to work one out in the shower." He said sounded unashamed.

Her eyes widened for a moment as they flicked over the tub. "You mean you…"

"Jacked off? Oh yeah. You even caught me doing it." He continued when she rose a brow. "When you came in asking about going to the gym, I was right in the middle of it. We'll more like the end, but you know same thing."

Her mind ran back to that time and replayed the scene in her mind. She remembered that she had heard what she thought was his voice breaking at one point, but she had chalked that up to how much pain he was in. Now that she knew it was because he was masturbating a rush of heat hit her.

"What's my little mix thinking about?" Dean asked, brushing his thumb against her bottom lib, making her realize that she was biting it. "You're not thinking about me jacking off or how close you were to seeing me doing it, are you?"

She wasn't before but she was now. What would she do if she had seen him standing in the shower, the water running over his body while his strong hand moved on his cock? Would she have run away embarrassed or would she have stayed and watched?

"Did you want to catch me?" He smirked. "Did you want to see me fucking my own hand while I thought about you on your knees in front of me?"

Her mind was dragged away from her own imagination. "Wait, you were thinking about me on…" Before she could finish her question, she was cut off by a pair of lips on her own followed by a tongue in her mouth. She brought her hands up to his chest to push him away so she could finish her question, but she quickly forgot what she wanted to ask him.

Giving her a noise of approval, he drew her bottom lip between his teeth and sucked. Gasping, her hands shot from his chest to his arms so she could hold on to him. However, as quick as his lips were on hers, they were gone again as he let out a chuckle. "You know, I shouldn't be surprised that you would want to see me jack off."

"What do you mean?" She asked as she tried to catch both her mind and her breath.

"You're my biggest fan, right? An Ambrose girl?" Angel blushed at his cocky remark. He snickered making her squirm as his hot breath tickled her ear. "You want to know a secret?"

"Sure."

"I'm your biggest fan, I'm a Miles man." He said as he rolled his hips into hers, making her throw her head back as his erection rubbed against her core.

"Dean…."

"What is it, darlin'?" He asked as he did it again.

The sweet friction reminded her of the other night when they used each other's body to get off, and apparently it reminded her body as well. A rush of pleasure shot through her, that was so intense she couldn't help as she latched onto his shoulders, her nails digging in hard.

"Fuck!" Dean called out in a half scream as his body shuddered and his head lolled.

"You ok?" She panicked as she instantly loosened her grip on him.

Slowly he picked his head up and looked at her with dilated eyes. "Better than." He said in an airy tone.

Angel blinked. Did he like a bit of pain? She had always figured that he might, due to the nature of his job, but now she was wondering if he really liked it. Her mind shot back to the time that he wanted her to bite him, how he held her mouth against his arm and told her to do it again.

Curious, she dug her nails into him again. His body jumped and his hips surged forward. "Easy there, sweetheart." His voice was low and rough as he tried to catch his breath. Smirking, she did it again. This time however she let her nails slide down his back a few inches. "Angel!" He yelled out again before dropping his head into the crook of her neck. "Please, I'm trying to keep control here."

"Control?"

"I'm about two seconds away from snapping and making a big mess out of you." He kissed her neck, a kiss that quickly turned to a few body melting kisses. As he forced her to tilt her head to the side to give him better access, she tried to figure out what was so wrong with him making a mess out of her. It's not like it would be the first time, and it's not like she didn't enjoy it too. So where was the harm?

Slowly she ran her hands up his strong back, pulling him in closer. He let out a groan into his skin but showed no sign that he was going to let up on his attack. When he made it to her jawline and gave her a small nip, she crawled down his back, all the way down his spine. A broken noise came from him as he arched his back against her like a cat asking to be pet.

His shivered against her before his eyes snapped up to her face making her freeze from what she saw in them. "Angel." He growled low. "Fuck it." Without warning he scooped her off the sink, walked out of the bathroom, and over to the big bed in the middle of the room.

He didn't set her down, he threw her; making her yelp as she bounced across the thing. Before she could get control of herself, Dean grabbed her by her wrists and forced them up over her head.

"Darlin'" His drawl held the word longer than normal. "Do you want me to make a mess of you? Because that's what's going to happen." He moved so he could hold both her wrists in one hand. Letting his other one be free to run down her body. "Oh god, am I going to make a mess of you."

He ducked his head down to kiss down her collar bone until he got to her chest. He then left very slow, very deliberate kisses around one of her aching nipples, taunting her with his hot breath. She knew he was punishing her for teasing him.

"You didn't answer my question, Angel." He said as he leaned up just enough that he could look her in the eyes. "Do you want me to make a mess out of you?" He asked again before latching onto her awaiting nipple making her jump.

"Dean." She wigged in her spot, trying to pull her arms out of his hold.

"We've been over this before, if you don't tell me what you want, I won't know. I'm not a fucking mind reader." He nuzzled her.

She tried to answer him this time, she really did, but the feeling of his hand running down her thigh broke her attention from forming words. His hand felt like fire on her skin as he moved closer and closer to her core. Right when she thought he would touch her, he stopped.

"Someone is eager." He chuckled when she let out a whimper. "Don't worry, Deano will give you want you want." The sudden contact made her almost jump off the bed, but his hold on her wrist held her in place. "Where do you think your going?"

"N-nowhere." She shook her head.

"Baby, I'm going to need you to part those thighs of yours more, I'm a bit wider than that." He joked as he nudged her legs apart with his own. She let them fall open for her, earning her a groan of approval. "Atta girl." He winked as she felt his finger run up along her.

She inhaled sharply.

"I know I've said this before, but Angel you're beautiful." He told her as his eyes ran from her face downwards, his eyes growing darker the lower he looked. "So, fucking beautiful."

She blushed as she turned her face away from the man over her. She wanted to get away from the predator's eyes in some way.

D.D.D

Dean smirked at himself as he gazed down at Angel. He had her right where he wanted, laying under him, under his control while she wiggled and tired her best to get away. He licked his lips as he ran his eyes up and down her body. She looked so damn good, that he had to fight the urge to let her arm go so he could stroke himself while he petted her.

Shifting in his spot, his back stung slightly from where her nails dug, which only fueled his want from her. "You know…" He grunted as he shifted again. "You found one hell of a trick there."

When he leaned up to give her a kiss, she didn't meet him; she was too busy trashing against him. Not bothered at all by that, he just turned his attention to her neck. He ran his tongue down her skill, tasting her as he roamed around until he found the spot he was looking for, that spot that made her body tense and a small squeal come from her.

"Always remember, Darlin' I have a few tricks of my own." He mumbled against her.

When her body started to vibrate against him, he switched tactics and pressed a finger against her entrance. She tensed for just a moment, before relaxing as he pushed into her. "That's it." He praised her as he worked his finger in and out her tightness, while he made circles on her clit with his thumb. When she was undulating under him, he added another finger which she took with a small moan.

Little minx. He smiled down at her. She was no longer fighting against his hold. No, she was laying there talking her pleasure, her eyes shut, her mouth open in a pant. Just the slight of her made his cock throb. He feared that he would come without even touching himself.

"D-Dean." Her voice shook as her eyes flashed open and locking on him.

"You know what to do." He felt her pussy clench against his fingers. "Let it happen, baby."

"Oh." Her breathing became desperate. Trying to help her along, he curled his fingers upwards and she let out a loud yell. "Dean!"

"That's it, come for me."

Her body shot tight, she arched back so that she strained against his hold. Her head trashed back and forth as her body shook one and more. A silent scream came from her as he came.

As he felt her milking his fingers, he let go of her wrist and used that hand to cover her mouth, muffling the cries that ripped out of her. He liked to hear her, but he knew that she would be upset if the rest of the hotel floor heard her.

After working her though her climax, he slipped his fingers from her and brought them to his lips. He felt his cock twitch as he licked her honey off her his fingers. Moaning, he locked his eyes on Angel and watched as she came down from her high.

A.A.A.

Angel couldn't move, she laid there her hands still over her head, her legs open wide and her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. She had been reduced to a puddle of herself only able to open her eyes.

When she did finally open her eyes again the sight that met her both confused her and spent tingles through her body again. Dean was kneeling between her legs as he licked his fingers. It took her a moment to realize that those were the two he had just used to make her orgasm and that he was licking his fingers that he had just pleased her with.

She blushed furiously as she brought her arms down to cover her face.

The bed around her moved around her but she still couldn't move her arms.

"What do you think you're doing?" Dean chuckle in her ear. "I told you I was going to make a mess out of you. Do you really think that once is a mess?"

She gasped and jackhammered off the bed, as she felt him run his finger over her very sensitive clit.

"Well I don't think so." He growled as he started to play were once more.

In between the eye fluttering pleasure that racked through her body, she peaked up at Dean to see that his erection stood proud still. Which meant that she was the only one who got relief and she didn't like the thought of that. She wanted him to feel good too.

"Dean." Her voice shook as her body was overwhelmed with the shots of pleasure that ran though her.

"Hm?"

"I…" She gasped as her hips started rocking on their own. "I… don't want to be the only one." She saw as Dean cocked her head. "Not just me." She wiggled trying to tell him what she meant.

A genuine smile came to his face for a moment as he paused and glanced down at her. "Don't worry, sweetheart." The smiled turned back into that wicked smirk. "I'm only getting you worked up for me." Her head feel back as she started to feel that heat, that melting heat that started in her toes and worked upwards. "Just like that."

Suddenly the vibrations stopped, and her body went cold. Trying to contain the whine that was in her throat, she leaned up to see that Dean had gotten out of the bed and was now digging through his bag.

Biting her lip, she looked over his tone back. As her eyes landed on his butt, her mind flooded towards the girls from the airport. She smirked. You got a picture, I get this.

"What are you smirking at like that?" Dean asked raising a brow.

She blushed again and shook her head. "Nothing."

"Nothing?" He questioned crawling back between her legs. "Nothing, really? You just happened to be giving me an Earth-shattering smirk for no reason? Not that I'm complaining, but I don't believe you." He placed his hands on either side of her head before leaning over her.

"I was just thinking."

"About?"

"You."

He smiled at her as he adjusted his position. She gasped as she felt his length press up against her. "Well…Well doesn't that make me a happy camper." He grunted; his face twisted up in what looked like pain. She felt bad that he had let himself go so long that he was in pain.

She wrapped around her hands around his neck and pulled him into what was supposed a quick kiss only for Dean to snake his hand under her head and forced her to stay put.

It was a greedy kiss, one that she was at his mercy as his mouth took hers, as his tongue invade her mouth and coaxed her tongue to play. While she was focused on the kiss, she had completely missed Dean's hand sneaking downwards until he cupped her. She moaned into the kiss.

"You ready?" He asked against her lips.

She nodded. "Yes."

He pulled away from the kiss and sat up onto his legs. "Hand me a pillow." Slightly confused, Angel grabbed the pillow that rested on the bd above her and handed it to him. Before she could finish her question, he lifted her butt up off the bed and slipped the pillow under her. "Support." He mumbled as he glanced down at her.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Angel watched as Dean tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth, before putting the thing on with ah hiss. Without a word, he leaned back down so that he was hovering over her, holding himself on one arm. She could see his muscles twitching as he grabbed himself and lined himself up. She took a deep breath and laid back as she felt pressure against her.

This was only their second time have sex and she had a feeling it was going to start out a lot of like first time. She was almost instantly proven right as she felt an uncomfortable stretching feeling started.

"Shit." Dean grunted as he slowly pushed his hips forward. As he sank a bit farther in, those baby blues landed on her face. "Are you ok?" He asked holding himself still.

She nodded, not trusting her voice.

"Are you sure? If you're in pain, we can stop."

"Are you sure, because if you're hurting, we can stop." The tone in his voice was one of a man holding bac, deep, rough, and somehow an octave lower.

She wrapped her arms around the man and pulled him closer. "I'm fine, really I am."

His body shuddered in her arms as he started moving again. As he started small rocking movements, his fingers found her clit again, hitting her once again with that overwhelming pleasure.

"You're so sensitive." He gave a weak smirk. "I love that I can get you off just by rubbing your clit." She cried out as his dirty words echoed in her ear making him chuckle. "You never cease to amaze me."

She went about to ask him when he meant when something, sent a blinding pulse through her. Once then twice. Each pulse made the coil in her started to tighten. Dean's name was the only word that could come to her mind, Dean. Dean. Dean. Dean. She cried to the rhythm of his hips.

"Ah," His head fell against her neck. "So, tight."

"Dean!" She screamed as the hand between their bodies playing with her clit sped up somehow. "Oh god." She felt herself tipping over. Black spots hit her vision, her body seized up and her mouth opened as a silent scream pushed through her. The coil snapped.

"That's it, baby." He cooed her as he placed a kiss on her neck, in a loving way, helping her come down once more from her high.

As she came down, she suddenly came aware that there was a hardness inside her. When she shifted to make sure of what she was feeling, Dean let out a groan. Their eyes locked and that told her everything that she needed to know. He was truly going to make a mess out of her. The thought at her toes curling already.

"Oh?" Dean chuckled as he caught her lips, pulling her bottom lip in and bit down. "You're ready to go again?"

"Again?"

"Again."

Just like that Dean started to move again, her over worked and sensitive body twitched and squirmed with each movement.

How did he affect her like this? He had just worked out two blind blowing orgasms out of her and he wanted her to come once again and her body was obeying his command.

The hand that played with her was suddenly lost as he caged her with both his arms. "Fuck me." He murmured as he picked up his speed until she was helpless to just take his thrusts. "You got…you got me in a bad way."

She had him in a bad way? What about how he had her? A flash of pleasure shot through her once again making her cry out as she grabbed onto his arms for support.

"Not going to last…"

She looked at him with watery eyes watched as his face twisted in pain. She could feel that he was so close, she could feel his cock pulse inside her and yet he was holding back. Why?

D.D.D.

Just a little longer. He yelled at himself. He wanted to work her up for the third time. This time however he was doomed not to follower her. He wasn't going to be able deny the pull of her pussy as she demanded him to give her his everything. He was already on the verge, could feel his come rising in his cock. Just a little longer.

He shivered as Angel's hands ran up his arms. Her delicate fingers tracing over his muscles making them contract again her touch. A tender touch that brought him just a bit of control back. That was until those same fingers dug into his skin and raked down his back. Flashes of white filled his vision and he arched up and let out a cursed yell. When his vision, cleared he looked down at the woman under him. His control snapped.

Letting out an animalic growl like noise, Dean fired his hips like a piston. Hard and fast. With each thrust, he could their skin slapping together as well as Angel's little gasps and moans as she grabbed onto him.

Those sinful nails dug even more into his skin making his pleasure build. had told her before that she had found a new trick and she did. The witty little minx had realized that he liked a bit of scratching and she was using it again him.

When she called his name again and her body shook with need, he sat up on his knees, dragging her along with him. Her arms flew to his neck as she held onto him for dear life. The new angle made her cry out as he plunged into her deeper than he could before.

"Angel." He groaned; he didn't have much time left. His mouth latched to her neck and he sucked hard. "Come for me, baby." He told her. "One more time."

"Dean." Her hands tangled up in his hair as she threw her head back.

Pride filled him as he felt her starting to come. As she screamed out in abandonment, Dean closed his eyes, gave a few more powerful thrusts before followed her. Dark spots filled his vision as his body quaked so hard it was difficult to hold both of them up.

When finally, his body gave a final jerk and he was spent, he slowly lowered her down the bed, letting himself slip from her as he did. Almost falling over, Dean pulled back to his knees once more and sighed as he looked down at himself. Cracking his neck, he looked back up and smirked at himself. He had kept his promise, he had made a mess out of her. What a beautiful mess.

Angel laid in front of him without a care in the world, her body was flush from sex, her hair a mess and her had fallen wide. Not taking his eyes off her, Dean pulled off the condom and worked his way to the edge of the bed. He had to use the wall to catch him as he stumbled to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and get a washcloth to clean them up.

As he ran the cloth under the water, a deep sigh came from behind him. Turning his head, he saw Angle standing there on her own set of wobbly legs, looking as if she was ready for bed.

"What's wrong, darling?"

"I just remember I still have to take a shower." Her voice was raspy from her screams.

He couldn't help but chuckle as he remembered that this whole thing started when she was trying to get a shower. "Want me to join?" He winked.

"No." She said with a strong tone in her voice. "I would like to go to bed sometime soon and if you join me the shower will take twice as long."

"True."

Skovko: Lol. Bella's theme really sums up the whole thing. Thanks for the review.

BrookeWorm3: I'm glad you liked the chapter. I loved writing it. I hope you liked this one as well.

Guest #1: Another date in Europe. I don't think this is what you meant but they did get some alone time. Lol Angel really did put her claim on Dean.

Samcoo 12: Thank you for the review! I know what you mean about the stable thing. I do wish that they handled the Shield a bit better. I hope you liked this chapter as well.

Clarilpz: I'm glad you get excited for the story. That makes me want to write more and more. Trust me I'm not looking forward to Seth's betrayal either. It's going to be so hard to write. Good think I already know what's going to happen.

Katara Melody Cullen: I'm glad you enjoyed it. I tried to make sure she handled it with some grace. And I'm glad you thought that bored Dean is funny.

Labinncslove: I'm glad you think so. Seth's Betrayal is coming up so fast that it's almost like a deadline. Gah...

Canadice: Well have another happy dance! I'm glad you liked the chapter it was fun to write. I hope this chapter will help with the greed.

Jessica Wood2: I'm so glad you loved the chapter. Renee at one time got death threats from Dean's fans which I think is shitty. I mean I would give him a hug and that's it. And that's coming from a girl whose writing about a fake character having sex with him...wow that sounds weird now that I typed it out.