Angel Fever

The angel paces back and forth staring at Dean and smiling like he was actually geuinly happy for the first time he his angelic life. 

"Can you say that again Dean? I don't think I heard you."

Dean chuckled and rubbed his eyes for what seemed like the millionth time today. He hasn't really slept for weeks and it was just now taking a tole on him. Hunters usually aren't the ones for sleeping in the first place, only getting as much as 4 hours a night of rest. But since the Mark of Cain and everything else that has been happening, he would be lucky to get an hours night of sleep. And something like that didn't seem to be agreeing well with his bodys state at the moment.

"Like I said for the..um..let's see..10th time Cas. I love you. I love you. I love you. The more I say it, isn't going to make it any more true than it already is."

He didn't think it was possible for an angel to blush but there Cas was, blushing like Sam when Dean caught him watching porn for the first time. Those were the days, he thought to himself. Cas went over to sit next to Dean again and took off his trenchcoat that was still coated with his blood. Dean studied him, peering at the poorly done bandage job that he had done a few moment ago and reached over to peel it off. The cut was started to puff up from not being treated correctly and he could tell that Cas was in obvious pain. Just another thing he can add onto the list of things he screws up on a daily basis. He tries to swat away Deans hand but he shakes his head and goes to retrieve some peroxide and a cotton swab.

"Dean I can assure you I am fine. My angelic powers will kick in pretty soon and this will heal in no time."

"You were always a shitty liar weren't you?" He states, putting some of the liquid on a cloth and quickly dabbing it over the cut. Cas groaned in surprise at the pain that coursed through his cheek, digging his fingers into Deans leg that happened to be the closest target in his reach. He flinched at the angels touch, causing him to drop the swab to the ground. He removed his hand, noticing what he was doing and mumbled an apology.

"It's fine Cas, you just caught me off guard. I find it funny that an angel can endure severe knife wounds, gunshots to the heart, even being blasted into nothing but he can't handle a small cut given by a human." He smiles and laughs loudly as another blush touches his cheeks and lightly burns the tip of his ears. Grabbing a bandage, he places it over the angels wound and presses down lightly on the edges to make sure it would stay properly.

"Thank you Dean...for..everything."

"It's really no problem. I mean, I'm the son of a bitch that put it there so I might as well clean up my mess for once. It's not like I don't already have enough of a mess on my plate as it is."

"Dean..."

"I should get to bed. I call dibs on the broken one because I probably won't be getting much sleep in the first place." He takes off his pants and throws it clear across the room, making it land on a chair stationed in the corner. Dean then lays down on the mattress and stares up at the ceiling, listening to his shallow breaths speed up with rage like it always seems to do at night. Thats when the emotions seem to rise the highest which is why he tries to seclude himself in his room all matters of the day. He was trying his hardest to keep it in, not only for Cas's sake but for his own also.

Cas sighs and walks over to the bed where he was laying down and sits down on the edge next to his legs. He tried to formulate what he was going to say since it was quite obvious that Dean was stubborn and still set on staying here for god knows how long. It was something that Cas could not and would not have. Finding no other words to say, he ends up laying down next to Dean and loosening up his tie. It seems that he would have to revert to more drastic measures.

"You still aren't going to come back to the bunker with me, are you Dean?"

Dean steals a glance over at Cas's body positioned so close to him that he could feel that heat emitting itself from his skin. This wasn't anything like being next to any girl that he had been with over the course of his lifetime. This was something entirely different that he could barely even begin to describe. He wanted more than anything to continue where they were last night and see where it goes from there but, oc course, he didn't voice that opinion. Cas was a freaking angel for crying out loud, he scarcly knows when Dean is being sarcastic, let alone the thoughts swimming throughout his head. Quite naughty ones to be exact.

"I already told you of my decision a long time ago Cas, and I'm not planning on changing it anytime soon. It is the best shot we have at this point and, deep down, you know that it's true."

He could see Castiel shaking his head from the corner of his eyes and he knew that his answer wasn't one that bring great pleasure to the angel. Yet he was somehow hoping that he would just say 'whatever you feel is right' and go to sleep like a normal person. That thought almost made him laugh out loud for they are far from being the normal nuclear family.

"You know, Dean, I didn't want it to have to come to this but you really leave me no choice." Without any warning, Cas gets on top of Dean, straddling his hips. He looks down into his eyes, moving closer and closer to his lips, a small smile tugging there when he sees the direct shock on his facial expression. Dean doesn't try to fight it and leans forward into the touch, for once, not trying to hide his true feelings. But their lips never touched and his eyes flung open in surprise. Cas is still sitting on top of him, his hair spiked up in several directions and his shirt god knows where, with a sly smirk on his face. He stares up at him, a look of confusion mixing up his features and he tries to move his hands up to touch that beautiful angel but he found that he couldnt move his hands. Surprised, he moved his gaze up toward the headrest of the bed and gasped.

"You handcuffed me to the bed? You know Cas, I didn't strike you as the kinky type. If you wanted to have your way with me, all you had to do was ask politely."

"Dean this wasn't part of any sexual act that you are somehow wanting to conjure. I handcuffed you so you can't leave or even have the remote idea of attempting to do so. I already called Sam up while you weren't looking so he will be here in the course of a few hours. I do realize you had a different sort of thing in mind that didn't involve us taking you back to the bunker but this is really our best shot Dean. And I know that you know it too."

He bangs his head against the backboard and sighs deeply, rolling his eyes that he had been outsmarted, again, by an angel. 

"You don't need to feel so defeated, being that you were the one that taught me this fool trick in the first place. You should feel proud that I'm not as useless as everyone tells me I am." He walks back over to sit on the bed next to Dean.

"You aren't useless Cas...It's just..I.."

"You're mad at me...aren't you Dean."

He sighs and shakes his head slightly, turning his body a bit so he was facing him.

"I'm not mad at you..I.."

He didn't get to finish before Cas butted in again, trying to explain himself even more. Dean almost laughed at the prospect of him always trying to please everyone but himself. It didn't matter if he didn't get anything in return, as long as he made someone smile or laugh then he was fine. Which could explain why, on his worst days when he could barely hold it in anymore, Cas always had a way of turning his mood into something better. Even if it was just a cheesy angelic joke that Dean couldn't begin to decipher, he would say it in a manner that made him smile. 

"Because I could find ways to make these few hours quite enjoyable for you Dean Winchester."

"Well we can't exactly play any board games or anything involving cars because my hands a little tied at the moment. I mean we could watch some television and oh would you look at that? We have no television because this is a cheap ass hotel room. It probably got stolen a long time ago. There goes my list of ideas so please tell me what you planned on doing to pass the time."

"I can't really tell you what I am going to do but I can show you if you would like me to."

"I mean its not like I can stop you anyway Cas." He states, moving his hands so that both the handcuffs on each side of the headrest shook with the stress.

Before he knew it, Cas got on top of him again, straddling his hips against his own. The change in pressure causes him to gasp in disbelief and he unintentionally thrusts his hips up a bit. Cas moves his hands up Deans chest, taking the neck of his shirt and balling it up his hands. Then, without warning, he rips his shirt in half, exposing his bare chest starting to brim with sweat. He rubs his hands against the side of chests and slowly bent his body to meet his lips with Deans. Oh how long has Cas been waiting for this moment to happen and by the way Deans body molds with his, he could tell that he reciprocates the feelings.

The kiss got more and more heated, their lips moving in a steady rhythm and Dean slipped his tongue into his mouth, causing Cas to moan ever so slightly. An angel. Moaning. His angel moaning. He didn't know what it was about that thought but that was enought to send him over the edge, straining against the restraints that Cas put on him. He wanted more of him. He wanted to put his hands all over him and feel every inch that he had yet to explore. He wanted to run his hands through his messy black hair and nibble down his neck. He wanted to do so many things that he couldn't exactly do with his hands bound to the bed.

Cas interupts the kiss, smiling at Deans heated face and pulls away. "Now now Dean. You really need to work on your patience." His voice came out all husky and rough from kissing Dean and he couldnt help but smile at that prospect of actually taking his breath away.

"When have I ever been patient Castiel? And you knows this Mark is taking away my ability to even remotely have any type of petty emotion like that. Only the rawest of emotions for me."

Cas nibbles at his neck, working his way to his chest and stopping at his underwear. He makes a grab for his own belt and slowly takes it off, staring at Dean the whole entire time.

"Please do tell what emotions do you feel Dean." He threw the belt against the wall, hearing the pounding sound echo throughout the somewhat empty premises. Then he makes a grab for his pants, unbuttoning it so painstakingly slow that Dean wonders if he knew how much of a tease he was being or it really took him that long to strip. If it was that last case, then Dean really needed to teach him some new tricks when he had these handcuffs off.

"Rage. Heartbreak. Pain. Those are the ones that will hurt you the most but there are other emotions that I enjoy much much more."

He finished taking off his jeans and toss them to the side, giving Dean a moment to really look at the angel. His whole body seem to radiate with pure energy and he would give anything to touch him with his hands. Everything about him was beautiful in every single way possible and he fit the definition of what he had originally thought about angels when he was younger. He was..perfect. And he was Deans. 

"Tell me about the emotions that you enjoy Dean." He spreads his legs apart and starts kissing his thighs, getting closer and closer to where his crotch is. He formed a steady rhythm of kissing, licking and then nibbling the skin and doing it all while staring at Dean. He may not know everything about the angel, but one thing was for sure: He was a tease and now he was certain he knew it. He could tell by the sly smile that crept up his face when he got extremely close to his crotch, the moan gently escaping Deans lips, and then he would slowly move away again.

"Happiness. Love. Lust. That last one is always the one that gets me the most." 

Cas moves his head down to lick through the fabric of his boxers. never lingering in a place for more than a second. He places his hands on either side of his legs so he made certain that Dean had nowhere else to move. Just how the angel liked it. Dean moaned and closes his eyes, tugging at the handcuffs as his tongue works his way over his bulge.

"Do I turn you on Dean?" He whispers in his low and husky voice that got Dean going even more than he already was. If he kept that talk going, he would ultimately cum without his hands ever going on him. Whatever thoughts he was having, was thrown out the window when Cas moved his slim fingers over the waistband of his boxers. He grabbed them by the edges and carefully eased them off his legs and discarded them on the ground next to his jeans. Cas shifted his eyes from his erect cock to his eyes, watching as Dean bit his lip. His cheeks were beginning to flush, and his green eyes appeared larger than they normally were, his pupils dilated as he watched Cas.

"Yes Cas. Sonofabitch you do all types of things to my feelings. You just love watching me squirm don't you? Just..fuck me already." He sucks in a breath looking at Cas who just backs a way a bit and sits down at the edge of the bed. 

"I don't believe I like your tone Dean Winchester. I don't like that you imply that I would do anything to you just because you demand it. I am not your bitch. Maybe I should just leave and let Sam handle you." He tilts his head and smirks at his startled expression.

"You would leave me here? Like this?! Cas, you've done some cold-hearted things in the past but this one would just take the cake wouldn't it?"

"Maybe if you presented the questions in a different manner, I would consider fulfilling your wishes Dean."

Dean bites his lip, shaking his head with a silent laugh.

"I don't believe my ears. Castiel, are you asking me to beg for you to suck me off? Because you know that Dean Winchester does not beg for nobody. If anything, it would be the other way around."

He shrugged his shoulders. "I guess Sam can add onto another list of things he'll be emotionally scarred by."

"You son of a bitch. You know, when I get unchained from this, I am going to kill you."

Cas was already opening the door, stepping out into the sidewalk, with only his underwear on of all things. He was a persistent angel all right and goddammit, the things you do for love.

"ALRIGHT CAS. I BEG YOU TO COME OVER HERE AND SUCK ME OFF. PLEASE PUT YOUR LIPS ON MY COCK AND SHOW ME A GOOD TIME. I AM BEGGING YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH."

He folds his arms across his chest and walks back into the hotel room,  shutting the door behind him. "Now was that such a complicated process?"

"You do realize that I just announced to the whole hotel that I wanted to get my cock sucked by you."

"Well maybe you'll think twice before running off and not telling anyone where you were going. Think of that as some sort of payback for being an assbutt."

"You SON OF A B-..."

Cas takes Dean full into this mouth, making him moan loudly, unable to finish the sentence he was about to say. He didn't even remember the words he was going to supply the angel with. He ended up getting lost in the rhythm of Cas bobbing his head up and down on his cock, adding his tongue to the mix every once in a while. Dean didn't want to admit it to anyone, but he thought Cas was better at sucking his own dick than any other girl he had been with. His lips could in fact do wonders to him. He tilts his head back, his legs spasming and he could tell he was getting closer and closer to his breaking point.

"Mmmm..C-Cas. I'm..going to...." He moaned louder, unable to finish the sentence as Cas starting to move faster. He found himself thrusting his hips up to each suck and he gripped the headrest tightly.

"Cas..OH FUCK CAS!" He screamed as he came into his mouth. He threw his head back, breathing heavily, his name still being whispered until his orgasm had died down. Even then, Cas licked up any residue he found lingering on his body and collasped down next to him.

He turned to look at the glowing angel, drinking in his plump lip and brilliant blue eyes. He leaned in a gave a small kiss on Cas's lips and smiled, actually happy for the one of the first times in his life. Not because of the amazing set of lips Cas was blessed with, even though that was a huge reason why. It was because, for once, he found someone that he deeply and truly loves. Someone that he doesn't have to hold back or explain himself to. Someone that knows him and been with him through thick and thing. His own personaly guardian angel that has blossomed into something much more beautiful and amazing. He never wanted this moment to end.

"That was..to your liking Dean?"

He closes his eyes and laughs at his question. A laugh so full of joy, it made Cas crack a small smile and nestle his head on his chest.

"That was more than to my liking Cas and it definitely served to pass the time like you promised. Thank you Cas."

"It was my pleasure to make you scream my name Dean." 

He shakes his head and smiles at him. "You are such an ass you know that?" 

Cas yawns and closes his eyes. "But you love me for that and that's all that matters Dean."

"I do love you Cas. More than anything else in the world." He stops his sentence and thinks for a moment, wondering if he should tell Cas something that he has been meaning to tell him for a while now. "Hey, Cas?"

He raises his head up and stares into his eyes. "Yes Dean?" Something about that way the angel looked at him made the words he was about to say, slam into his throat and stop completely. Cas was genuinly happy, a sight he didn't get to see very often. It would be a bitch move if he ruined that now.

"Nothing. I just wanted to see your face once more before I fell asleep." Cas smiled and kissed Dean on the lips, laying back down on his chest. 

He couldn't tell Cas the truth.

He could never tell Cas the truth.

That he haunts Deans nightmares with the very idea that he could be dead by his own hand. 

That the Mark, at this precise moment, was burning against his skin, the color going into an even darker red than he had ever seen.

He couldn't say that to Cas so he listened to the soft, shallow breathing of the angel and let that rock him into the first nights sleep he had in a month.