Mine (Destiel)

The Wrath Of God

I assisted Dean with pulling his shirt off. His breathing was heavy as he pulled the rest of his clothes off. We tobbled into bed together, his lips on mine.

He kissed me, sinking into every moment, making up for wasted time. His mouth moved down a bit as his kisses traced my neck. He sucked on the soft skin of my neck, leaving little love marks as he went.

He moved down even more, kissing every inch of my body, making his way down to my thighs. Kisses, everywhere, making up for lost time.

His mouth found it's way to my cock, and he sucked it. I moaned and he looked up just enough to let me see the smile on his face. 

He put a bit of lube on his fingers, and I felt them explore, farther down. "Harder!" I yelled and he plunged his fingers deeper. Another moan came out. 

He rubbed making me reach my climax. I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes. My whole body exploded with passion, the irevocable love I had for Dean more vibrant than ever before. 

He curled up beside me and we stared up at the ceiling, neither making eye contact. "I love you Castiel." Dean said.

I felt a smile form on my lips. "I love you too." 

Ever since we had gotten back together, we had sex about every day, sometimes twice a day. We just had two rules established by Gabe.

He had said we could do whatever we wanted in his house, just don't leave a mess and don't do it while he was here. 

So everytime that front door swung open and Gabriel returned from work, we did nothing. I really appreciated everything Gabriel was doing for us. I honestly didn't know if I would be able to make it without him.

We began to get dressed again as the door slammed open and a very familiar voice echoed throughout the house. "Castiel!"

My heart sank in my chest as I finisheed dressing and raced into the living room. There he was, a cold glare in his eyes, fury on his face. 

My dad walked closer to me, my mother trailing behind him, whimpering. I tried not to cower under his stare. Dean walked into the room and placed his hand on my shoulder. "What's going on, Cas?" Dean questioned.

"What's going on?" My father demanded. 'What's going on is my son mortified me in church, disrupted my service, and is leading a life of sin!" I had never seen him this angry.

"I should have known you'd be here!" He hollered louder than needed. "Hiding away at Gabe's place like the little coward you are."

His fist came flying towards my face, but Dean blocked it. My father glared at him and then turned around as in defeat.

The next thing I knew, Dean was falling over on the floor, broken glass everywhere. My father had thrown a vase at his head, knocking Dean out.

I dropped to the ground to check and see if Dean was ok, but my father grabbed my hair, tugging me back up.

He threw a punch, hitting my jaw hard. My mother ran up to him, grabbing my father's arm. "Stop it honey!" She demanded, tears running down her face.

He pushed her away and she tumbled to the floor. Once again she tried, her sobs loud and uncontrollable. "Stop!" She yelled.

My father turned around and smacked her on the face. "Stop mom." I said as she collapsed into a pile on the floor.

He hit me, over and over again, my face stinging. "Disgrace!" He yelled in my face. He finally dropped me, watching me fall to the ground.

He tried to help my mom up, but she refused to take his hand. He began to walk away. "You know," I began. "You call me the coward and disgrace, but you're the one who hit your wife. You're the one who could have left me be, but instead you hunted me down and beat me."

He turned around, glancing at me one last time before he walked out the door. 

A/N So, what'd you think? Is my smut improving at all? What were your thoughts on this chapter? I have another question. After I finish this book, which will be a while, what would you want me to write next? Another Destiel fanfiction? A different fandom? I want to write a girl x girl story, but I don't know if anyone would read it. What are your thoughts? Give me suggestions! Thanks.