The Demon's Girl

Chapter 7

Dean's p.o.v

I woke up with the sun shining in my eye, making me groan. I grumbled a bit and rolled onto my side, where a warm body brushed against my arm. I cracked open my eyes and smiled when I saw Cas's face a mere inches from mine. I'll admit I'm not the most romantic or sentimental person on the planet, but what this angel does to me is amazing. Even when I'm a complete asshole, he'll still be there for me. I leaned in and planted a kiss on his forehead, rubbing his arm up and down. He moaned and slowly began to wake up. He looked at me and smiled.

"Good morning," he yawned.

"Good morning, handsome," I said. "Last night was amazing, by the way."

"Dean, we pursued sexual intercourse in the middle of a dark and damp woods," Cas pointed out. "I find it very weird for someone to be "turned on", as you would say, in a situation like that."

I smirked and brushed his cheek. "You didn't say that when I was fucking you last night," I teased him. Cas looked at me with a serious expression. "I could not say much with your testicles in my mouth," he replied. I smiled and chuckled, then kissed him. He moaned and bit the bottom of my lips. 

"Are you two done?"

I looked up and saw Sam grimacing at us. "Get up, Dean. You a suck Cas off later," Sam teased. "Right now, we have a job to do." I sat up and yawned. "Why do you have to be a cockblocker, Sammy?" I asked. I noticed that was dressed as a police officer, which confused me. "Why are you a cop?"

Sam sat on his bed and held up a sheet of paper. "Pete Wentz gave me the address to Kim Paisley and Patrick Stump's house. We're going to talk to her and get some answers," Sam explained. "Just try not to stare at her boobs for long."

Cas sat up and looked at me, confused. "What is he talking about?" Cas asked me. "Well, over the past month, multiple men have been mysteriously dying. And they are usually lying in their own pool of blood, chest exposed with the message "She's Mine" on the victim's chest."

"And this Kim Paisley? What does she has to do with anything?" Cas questioned me.

"She's a famous lingerie model. She's a close friend of one of the victims, Alex Winston," I explained. Cas bit his lip and nodded, pulling away from me. "I see," Cas said. "You better get out of bed, Dean. You have a job to do, remember?"

"Um.. I'll just.. wait outside," Sam said quickly, then hurriedly walked out with the car keys.

I groaned and cupped Cas's cheeks, but he brushed my hand off. "Cas, you know I love you. There's no reason to be jealous," I said. Cas smiled and shook his head. "Dean, I am not jealous. You're just doing your job that for some reason has a woman involved. There are no jealousy involved the matter in whatsoever," Cas snapped. "Just hurry up and go. I do not wish to keep you here from working."

I watched Cas sit on the bed, his arms crossed. I sighed and crawled out of bed, then walked to the bathroom. I got in the shower and quickly got dressed into a police officer's uniform. How did Sam got this anyways? I walked out and saw Cas staring at a cover of a magazine I left out. I walked over and saw that Kim was on the cover, dressed in a black and pink lacy bra and under wear, and cat ears and tail. "She's quite beautiful. I wonder if you took this job because of her breasts?" Cas snapped.

"Cas, it's not what you think," I protested.

"Then explain to me, Dean, because I cannot comprehend this concept," Cas said calmly.

I shrugged and ran a hand through my hair. "You know I love you, Cas. Really I do. But here on Earth, people have what we call a crush, which is an infatuation for someone. And even though this crush is completely unrealistic, we still have them," I explained. "And for us men, when we're bored of our spouse, we like to look at other women for a bit of enjoyment."