You're Mine

A Tainted Promise

[cw: mention of sex]

A month into their "relationship", Dean and Castiel has copulated more times than they could count on both hands-- but neither of them had a problem with this. Cas woke up in the morning, looking over at Dean's sleeping form. He looked at peace when he was asleep; which was a rare thing for Dean.

Upon finding out about Dean's past, Castiel understood why he was so intense. Losing his mother at a young age, having a father who was barely there, and losing his brother in an awful war between good and evil; what a shitty life.

Cas kissed Dean's head and got up, getting ready to go to the market for their basic necessities-- despite being werewolves, they are like pigs. In a flash, he picked up his keys and the grocery list and trotted out of the door.

In about fifteen minutes Dean gracefully awoke from his still slumber, surprised to see that Cas wasn't in bed with him. He sighed and put all of his muscles into motion with a large stretch before rolling over to grab his phone from the nightstand; six missed calls from Stacie. He called her back, grinning at her flirting and wicked antics, inviting her over almost against his will.

Stacie was there in a quick fifteen minutes, walking straight in to dean's abode and then his room, grinning at him. "Miss me?" She hummed, swinging her hips-- causing the skirt of her black dress to slide and define her figure as it hugged her hips and perfectly rounded rear-- as she made her way to Dean's king bed, the werewolf nodding in anticipation.

Things took a turn for the worst as quickly as they possibly could. Dean was drilling into Stacie, getting the fix that he hadn't the night before with Cas. He was gasping and humming and she was screaming like a well-rounded pornstar. It felt amazing until the pair heard something hit the floor with a thud and then a crack-- they turned their heads quickly. Dean immediately made eye contact with a pair of glossed over, downward turned, blue eyes; Castiel's.

"C-Cas! It's not-"

"No!" Castiel yelped. "It is what it looks like! Only me. Right?" He snapped, grabbing the grocery bags that hit the floor, throwing the newly bruised apples at the blonde whore who was on top of his man.

"Ow!" Stacie screamed as Castiel opened the carton of eggs, half of them broken from the fall.

"Cheating, Dean! You're a dirty cheater!" Cas shouted, chucking the unbroken eggs at the pair before tossing the bags beside Dean's bed. "You-" He pointed to Stacie, "and You!" He pointed to Dean. "I hope you burn in hell for this!"

And like that, Cas was out of Dean's house-- and his life.