Murder Mayhem

Chapter 5 *

Dean constantly scans the news for any sign of his latest victim. It's been three days and not a single mention.

Finally about a week later, Sam calls Dean while he's with Cas. Dean puts it on speaker.

"Cain has struck again." Sam sighs.

"Who is it this time?" Dean asks.

"Naomi Parker, she recently became CEO of a large company, after her divorce became final." Sam sounds tired. "She was killed in her own bed."

"Oh damn, how long ago did she get killed?" Dean already knows the answer, hell, Dean could tell Sam the exact time.

"Roughly a week ago, her body was decomposing, it smelled pretty bad. They think it may have been the night we were interviewing our suspect." Sam explains. Cas stiffens and frowns.

"Something wrong, Cas?" Dean asks. Cas shakes his head quickly.

"No, everything is fine, Dean." Cas forces a smile.

"This case is really getting to me, Dean. I have to find this bastard." Sam mutters.

"Chin up, Sammy. Things will work themselves out." Dean exclaims. They say their goodbyes and Dean hangs up.

"Good thing we were together that night, huh? He seems to strike those who are alone." Dean chuckles. Cas laughs half heartedly. "Something wrong?" Dean asks, grabs Cas' hand across the table.

"It's just I'm scared, what if Cain comes after me?" He frowns.

"No, Cain would never come after you. He saved your life, he wouldn't kill someone he feels he protected from harm. If anything, he would kill anyone trying to harm you." Dean stands and walks around the table. He pulls Cas up and wraps his arms around him.

"What if he thinks you're going to hurt me?" Cas murmurs against his chest.

"The day I hurt you is the day Cain confesses." Dean kisses the top of Cas' head.

"Hopefully that day never comes." Cas looks up at him. Their eyes lock and Dean leans down and kisses Cas deeply. Cas wraps his arms around Dean's neck. Dean's tongue roams Cas' mouth as he lifts Cas onto the table. He grinds his growing erection against Cas'. Cas moans softly against Dean's lips.

Dean pulls the shirt off of Cas. Then his own shirt is removed. Dean runs his hands down his smooth abs. He reaches down and palms the bulge in Cas' pants.

Cas pulls away.

"Dean wait." He pants.

"What's wrong?" Dean's candy green eyes stare into the blue orbs Cas calls eyes.

"I've never done this, with a guy I mean." Cas blushes.

"Don't worry, I'll make it good." Dean nuzzles Cas' neck. "I promise I won't hurt you." Dean grinds his hips against Cas.

"I trust you." Cas moans. Dean lifts Cas and carries him to the bedroom. They collapse on the bed, Dean on top of Cas.

Dean trials kisses down Cas' abdomen. When he gets to Cas' pants he pauses, looking up at Cas.

"Go ahead," Cas breathes. Dean unbutton his pants and slides them to his ankles. Then he does the same for Cas' boxers. The clothes get thrown carelessly to the floor.

Dean marvels at Cas's perfectly toned body. He's muscular and not really as frail as Dean had thought.

"You're so hard for me baby," Dean murmurs, his breath brushing against Cas' raging boner.

He licks a stripe up Cas' member. Cas bucks his hips and groans. Dean takes Cas into his mouth. He bobs his head up and down as Cas moans loudly. Cas grabs Dean's hair, pulling roughly.

Cas bucks his hips in time with Dean. His moans and gasps turn Dean on even more. With a cry of Dean's name, Cas comes into his mouth. Dean drinks him down. He removes his mouth with a pop.

He kisses his way back to Cas' mouth.

"Can I fuck you baby? I wanna feel how tight you are." Dean mutters into his ear, licking the rim of his ear loves.

"Fuck me Dean," Cas pants.

"Got any lube?" Dean asks huskily. Cas leans over and pulls open the nightstand drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube. Dean takes it then removes his own pants and boxers.

Dean puts Cas' legs over his shoulders and squeezes lube onto his fingers.

He rubs around Cas' entrance, before entering him with one finger. He moves it around and then adds another finger. He scissors his fingers until Cas is moaning and squirming under Dean's touch. He removes his fingers and slicks up his own agonizingly stiff cock.

He presses it against Cas' entrance and pauses.

"Fuck me Dean, I wanna feel you." Cas exclaims. Dean gently presses into him. Cas winces slightly in pain. Dean presses all the way in and stops, letting Cas get a feel of him.

"Are you okay?" Dean asks in concern. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, I'm okay. Keep going." Cas urges him on. Dean slowly starts to thrust into Cas. His thrusts get faster and harder. He knows he hits Cas' sweet spot when he cries out Dean's name. Dean changes his angle and continues to hit his prostate. Cas digs his nails into Dean's back leaving deep red scratches.

Dean digs his fingers into Cas' ass and plows into him. They call each others names. Dean comes with a shout, filling Cas. Moments later Cas comes again, leaving a mess on their chests. Dean pulls out of Cas and collapses on the bed next to him.

"You were so good babe," Dean sighs.

"You were amazing. I'm glad my first time was with you." Cas' face gets red.

"I'm equally as thrilled." Dean glances at Cas. His hair is no different than it usually is. He constantly has sex hair, which could be useful in the future.

"Come on, let's get cleaned up." Dean kisses Cas softly.

They shower together, with a little shower sex in between the washes.