Chapter 2

It had been two months since Dean and Phaliel had met and hadn't seen each other again. They'd tried to move on, not to think about the other person, but it was stronger than them.

A hunt had ended very badly for Dean and Sam. The vampire had attacked his little brother. His Sammy. He'd almost killed his Sammy.

To be able to go after him, you had to go over Dean Winchester's body.

For Sam to live, the elder of the two brothers would do anything for him, such as sell his soul. He still had difficulty getting over his time in the pit

Dean would do anything for Sam, like get carried away at their motel where they were staying.

The vampire's nest was much bigger than they'd thought. Sam had ventured a little too far and almost lost his life. Dean had taken a long time to get to him.

While Sam was attacking a bloodsucker, another had approached him and was about to bite him.

On the way to the motel, Dean was trying not to get too carried away, but anger, fear, worry... it was too much. Just too much.

''What made you turn your back on these bloodsuckers? Are you aware that they won't hesitate to kill you?''

"Dean, I was already taking care of one of them! I don't have eyes all around my head," Sam replied through clenched teeth and settled on his bed.

"I told you not to go too far, but no, Sammy, you had to do what you want.''

All this over a simple vampire who is easy to kill by cutting off his head.

"You know what, Dean? I'm going to get some fresh air. I'm tired of your nasty comments lately," his brother shouted, shaking his head, grabbing his jacket from his bed and heading to motel room door in yet another city in the United States. ''I don't know what's going on with you these days, but you're not fun.''

Dean hadn't said anything, watching him pass the frame of the motel's brown door knowing he was right, shaking his head slightly and running his hands over his face wet as tears blurred his vision.

Sam wasn't acting as usual. Dean was worried about him. It was indeed his body that followed him, but on the other hand, no. The thing that followed him didn't mince words and was much more abrupt in the face of situations where Sam would have been sensitive. Also, when he killed monsters, the glow in his eyes was no longer the same. Sam was doing it savagely without scruples. It was creepy, feeling like he had lost his brother.

Their investigations gave them a lot of trouble.

Dean tried to control his emotions when his loved ones did stupid things, putting so much effort into doing so, but felt like it wasn't enough. The fear of losing his loved ones and the responsibility to protect them that he put on his shoulders fueled the rage and anger he felt inside.

Dean had always been the type of person who wanted to do everything on his own, not being able to be vulnerable, because Sam and innocent people needed him.

Looking for a way to evacuate the overflow of emotion he felt, he went on cases, had one-night stands, went to bars and had fights with people he met who pissed him off.

If all this wasn't enough, there was above all a beautiful angel that Dean couldn't get out of his head.

Every time he closed his eyes, she invaded his thoughts, remembering her lips on his, the curves of her body under his hands, her piercing green eyes, and the sexual chemistry they had shared, still surprised by how their bodies had fit perfectly together like a piece of puzzle. The Winchester had to admit that Phaliel was a surprise, rare for him that one of his conquests stood out.

Dean dreamed of running his fingers through her long, silky soft black hair, hearing her crystal-clear voice in his ears, and seeing her warm, comforting smile again. Phaliel drove him crazy, and he often found himself hoping to see her again, if only to have another magical moment with her.

As only Dean Winchester had been able to do, he tried to spend his nights with other women, telling himself that perhaps he would succeed in forgetting her.

But the more he thought of the angel, the more irritable he became, and the more he redoubled his ardor to find another woman to have in his bed.

He missed Phaliel but admitting it to himself was like sticking a knife in his heart. Him get closer to one of his conquests? Dean could count on the fingers of one hand where it had happened, his lifestyle being dangerous, convinced that they deserved better.

Dean emptied his bottle of beer from the evening, threw it to the ground, and it shattered into a thousand pieces.

''Phaliel. I don't know why I'm calling you, Phaliel, but I need you please.''

In just a few seconds, a rustling of wings was heard.

''Hello, Dean.''

Surprised, the Winchester turned around and saw the angel who had been haunting his thoughts lately.

She was as beautiful as he remembered. Her green eyes glistened in the darkness of the room and her black hair framed her face. Her ivory skin contrasted with the color of her hair and dark dress. Phaliel must have finished a meeting with her colleagues at the hospital where she worked as a psychotherapist because she was wearing an elegant outfit. On her feet, there were black high heels. Her dress hugged her curves and went down to her knees. A ledge of fabric covered her shoulders, and her cleavage formed a heart.

Dean lingered on her rosy lips parted with surprise, and he had to stop himself from kissing her.

''Phaliel.''

Dean bit his lower lip and ran his tongue over it, unable to take his eyes off the angel in front of him. Not answering, he broke the distance between them, took her face between his two hands and crushed his lips on hers.

Taken by surprise, the angel froze in place, not expecting Dean to make such a gesture, but still enjoying the contact and melted.

''Dean...'' whispered the angel between two kisses. ''What are you—''

"I needed to see you," he replied simply.

The angel didn't know what to answer to that and detached himself from Dean to observe him more carefully.

''Is everything okay?''

''I... I don't know what's been going on lately.''

The angel frowned slightly, peering into Dean's face for a clue, visibly worried about him. When he called on angels, it was usually because he wasn't well. Phaliel stepped back from him, settled on one of the beds, and Dean followed her, taking a seat next to her.

"Tell me, Dean," she said, turning her attention to him and waiting patiently for him to open up to her.

Dean didn't answer right away, rarely allowing himself to be vulnerable in this way and decided to open up to her seeing that she wasn't pressing him to say anything.

Dean lifted his eyes to the ceiling and shook his head, trying to form a sentence, not knowing where to start, not knowing how to phrase his thoughts because he had a lot to say to her.

The angel put her hand on his, and he looked up at her, meeting her jade-colored gaze, appreciating that Phaliel was super patient, kind, and understanding towards him.

''I... Um... I don't know where to start.''

''Say what's on your mind. I have all eternity ahead of me," she said, offering him a slight smile that he couldn't help but return to her.

''Sam... It's not him. I don't know what he is, but he's not my brother.''

''What makes you say it's not him?''

''This thing in my brother's place acts differently. I mean...'' he says what he thinks out loud, does not hesitate to make unpleasant remarks and... You should have seen him kill monsters, Phaliel.''

Dean sighed, loosening his shoulders and running his hand over his face to regain some composure.

"It's very strange, indeed. That's not like Sam to act that way.''

The angel may not have known Sam as well as Dean, but she had observed them long enough to understand that his brother was a sensitive person who was careful about the impact of his actions and words.

''We're going to find out what's going on with him.''

''We?'' he replied incredulously.

Fuck no. There was no way he implicated her in his bizarre stories.

Phaliel gave him a slight smile, raising a hand to his face.

"I'm here to help you," she said, stroking his skin.

"It is between me and my brother," he answered, holding her gaze and leaning lightly against his hand, marveling at the gentleness of this angel.

''Dean. I can see that it bothers you, and I want to help you.''

Seeing that Phaliel was as stubborn as he was, Dean changed the subject.

She was encouraging, optimistic, reassuring and full of gentleness. Decidedly, she was not at all like the other angels. In fact, she showed much more emotion compared to her peers who were distant and cold towards humans.

They often blamed her, saying that she was far too close to humans. But, to help them, shouldn't they have gotten to know them and try to understand them? How contradicting.

Dean moved closer to Phaliel, raising a hand to her face and brushing her lower lip with his thumb.

"Then there's you," he whispered.

''Me?''

''I can't stop thinking about you.''

"Me too, Dean.''

His heart shipped a beat at these words.

A comfortable silence settled between them. Phaliel felt Dean's soft, warm and moist lips press against hers. The angel melted under the touch, appreciating their closeness. Dean's hands moved down to her hips and pressed her against his chest.

Holding back a moan, she wrapped her arms around his neck, getting even closer to him as their lips moved together.

It wasn't enough. They needed more, much more.

One of his hands wandered over Phaliel's thigh, enjoying each of the curves. Taking their time was much more pleasant, and the fabric irritated more than anything else.

The angel ran her hands over the hunter's body, drew him close to her, and wrung from him pleasant sounds.

Their hands gripped and touched wherever they could, lingering on more sensitive areas they remembered.

Needing to breathe, Dean moved his lips over Phaliel's neck and moved his hands up to her shoulders then slipped his fingers under the ledge of cloth that covered her skin. She closed her eyes, savoring his touch.

Seeing that she liked his gesture, he ventured to her chest, enjoying the noises escaping from Phaliel.

''Dean...''

A shiver ran down the hunter's spine when he heard his name.

Phaliel was about to snap her fingers to remove their clothes, and the hunter pulled away from her to observe her.

-Hey. Don't do that," he said with an amused look, a slight mocking smile on his lips, moved by her gesture expressing all the desire she felt for him.

She said nothing and stared at him.

"Taking off clothes is part of the game." He laughed.

Dean had to show her a little bit of things so that she understood what it all entailed, even if she had a vague idea of it given that her vessel had children.

Dean only took off his khaki jacket and gray t-shirt as if to prove his point and continued what he was doing before.

Damn, his pants were seriously starting to hurt him.

"Help me take off my dress, Dean."

"Yes, ma'am." He laughed.

Phaliel placed her back to him so that he could help him. Dean moved his hands up to the zipper on his back, placing kisses on her shoulders, neck, and jaw, getting delicious sounds out of her.

Okay, she could see now why taking off clothes was part of the game. Indeed, she anticipated the rest. Then, she completely removed her dress and the rest of her underwear as well as her shoes.

Dean turned her over, placed a light kiss on her lips, caressing her breasts and replaced his hands with his mouth.

Phaliel whispered the hunter's name, reveling in his caresses and grabbing wherever she could reach him.

Then the angel unfastened the belt buckle of the Winchester's fitted jeans. He got rid of everything, letting out a sigh of relief.

Dean pushed Phaliel onto the bed and followed her.

Moans, sighs, and grunts of pleasure filled the room as they touched and kissed each other, forgetting the rest of the world outside.

Dean thought that maybe he could show her new sensations. It was very rare for him to do this kind of thing with a woman, never knowing who they had ben with. Yeah. It was different with an angel.

The hunter had a bit of fun with her core, running his hand over it and playing with her clitoris.

''Just for me?'' He laughed, noticing how wet she was, a faint amused smile stretching his lips.

Phaliel nodded slightly in response to his words.

Dean laughed softly and had fun like that for a while with the help of his fingers and mouth. This had the desired effect because Phaliel did not hide how much pleasure the Winchester gave her.

The angel pushed him away after a while. Dean followed her and laid down on the bed, curious to find out what she had in mind. Phaliel ran her hands and lips down his body. Dean guessed where she wanted to go, closing his eyes and enjoyed her touch. Phaliel really didn't have to do that.

Dean bit his lower lip, not taking his eyes off the angel in front of him in the body of a woman who turned him on.

Phaliel noticed Dean's gaze and blushed, shy from the intensity and lust in his eyes.

The angel then took him in her mouth, and the man grabbed her hair so that it would not disturb, a moan leaving his lips at the sensations he was experiencing.

The angel used her hands and mouth hesitantly, trying to vary the speed, intensity, force and suction, not knowing how to do it properly.

Then, Dean buried his head in the pillow closing his eyes as an intense wave of pleasure washed over his body.

''Phaliel...''

A shiver ran through the angel hearing Dean say her name, unable to describe what she had just heard.

Dean raised his head, met angel's eyes already on him. Both smiled slightly. This encouraged Phaliel to continue as best she could, extracting pleasant sounds from Dean.

"Careful, sweetheart. It hurts a little.''

Had she hurt him? At least he told her so. Phaliel would then know how to do it better.

"How do you expect me to do it?" she asked, raising her head towards him.

''Like this.''

Dean then took her hand and guided her, showing her the speed, intensity, and rhythm he liked. Dean gave her an encouraging smile as he released his hand when he saw that she was doing it well, hoping that it would give her confidence. Phaliel returned it to him and kissed him gently.

Dean took the opportunity to grab Phaliel's hips and flipped her over on the bed.

A smile stretched the Winchester's lips as a laugh escaped the angel, and he leaned in to kiss her.

Then, after finding a condom, they became one.

Dean closed his eyes and sighed in relief, having waited so long for the moment. The angel hissed in discomfort, arched under him, grabbing his shoulders and digging her nails into his skin.

The hunter waited patiently for her to get used to it before continuing.

Phaliel nodded gently. At first, he went slowly, then more quickly, varying in intensity, speed and rhythm, letting out pleasant sounds to Phaliel's ears.

"Don't stop, Dean," whispered the angel.

He made great efforts not to let himself go. How she drove him crazy.

Phaliel pulled him even closer to her, burying her nose in the crook of his neck. She followed the rhythm, savoring the moment, touching him wherever it was possible to reach.

"I've dreamed about this so many times," Dean confessed, his forehead resting against her.

Decidedly, they had missed the other. Surprised by his words, Phaliel said nothing, took his face in her hands and captured his lips with hers.

Suddenly, a wave of intense pleasure swept through Phaliel's entire body.

"Let yourself go," said Dean.

The angel's hands leaned against the wall behind her, letting out a cry in the face of this intense orgasm.

Dean had waited patiently for Phaliel to be satisfied and allowed himself an orgasm just as violent and devastating in turn.

They stayed like this for a while, breathing a little and getting their heads out of the clouds.

Then, Dean laid down next to her as she pushed him away. Phaliel cleaned them with a snap of her fingers, and he wrapped an arm around her as she laid close to his body.

It was... It was... What was all this? What was going on? This closeness, this passion? What exactly was all this? Dean freaked out a little, he who was hesitant to let anyone into his heart.

Was it perhaps because she was a being who had given him a lot of support and affection, filling a kind of lack inside?

It was probably the best orgasm of his entire life, and he had sex with a lot of women!

As for Phaliel, she didn't really have any other men to compare with, but yes, it was a magical moment.

They remained like this for a moment in a pleasant silence, listening to their breaths and their heartbeats.

Would she want to do that regularly? Dean wouldn't say no. The angel at his side was totally different from her peers and so attractive. The best part was that he could just pray to her, and they could then satisfy their desire if they wanted to.

It was less annoying than trying to hit on a woman and risking getting rejected knowing that Phaliel loved to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh as much as he did.

''Phaliel.'' The Winchester broke the silence between the two of them, attracting the latter's attention. ''I thought maybe... I say maybe... Would you like us to do this often? What do you say?''

It was far too much to ask for an angel after all.

She was silent for a moment, not knowing what to say to him, surprised that Dean wanted to see her more often. In addition, they could satisfy their desires. Not a bad idea.

Well, Heaven would be mad at her for getting a little too close to a human in this way, but she didn't care about their rules. Spending time with him was so... natural.

''I didn't say anything. Forget it.''

Dean broke the silence looking puzzled when he saw that the angel did not answer him, not wishing to make a fool of himself even more.

''I don't mind seeing each other more often.''

Dean almost choked on hearing the positive response from her. In fact, he had expected her to refuse, to tell him that she couldn't or didn't want to.

"Awesome." He smiled at her and kissed her.

''It's time for me to go.''

''Already?''

Dean's heart sank at the thought of being alone.

"Yes, unfortunately," she said, just as disappointed.

"Well, we'll see each other another time, then."

"With pleasure," she smiled at him, and they exchanged one last kiss.

The angel removed herself from this human, dressed and teleported elsewhere, leaving a Dean alone, terribly alone in the motel room.

The hunter was rather exhausted while all the questions made him dizzy.

Dean had to see her again, unable to stay away from her.

There was also all this vulnerability. Dean had never felt so at peace with anyone.

Before going to sleep, he decided to jump in the shower. Luckily for him, Sam came back while he was in the bathroom.

For once, Dean had no trouble falling asleep and had a very peaceful night, usually having nightmares and startled awakenings. Was it thanks to this angel? A good night's sleep would help him a lot.