The Chase

I Humbly Accept

The angel standing across from him blinked back in surprise, his jaw dropping a bit open in shock. "Ummm.....because it is the Chase and that's kinda the point of it?"

"I have black wings." Castiel supplied helpfully, making said wings flutter a bit, his inky feather rustling in soft whispers. He shifted uncomfortably, his body begging to respond to the alpha's presence, muscles feeling pliant and fluid, and wings lax with invitation. He wanted to cross his thighs, the slick wetness between beginning to feel uncomfortable as it chilled and grew tacky on his skin.

"Thanks but I kinda gathered that for myself, having eyes and all." the black and gold winged angel said flatly with a grimance, running his hands through his short sandy brown hair before looking up with a more friendly smile. "Look, let's try this again. I'm Dean Winchester."

Castiel blinking in surprise at the name, having heard it before in impressive tales told by other angels, but remained motionless and quiet. "And you are?" Dean prompted after a moment, his smile beginning to falter and look stressed. Unlike most angels who favored loose fitting clothing and went barefoot, the kind of which most humans deemed as togas and tunics, the famed hunter angel wore pants , and many layers of woven clothe, all of which was obviously of human origin. His tight apparel made his arousal that more apparent, straining and tenting against the front of the garment. As disconcerting as Dean's appearance was, his erection made Castiel's mouth run dry as his thighs grew more sodden knowing it was all for him and he could take it if only he relented a bit, but certain things still needed to be addressed.

"Castiel Novak." the black he managed out with a parting sigh. If his wings didn't send Dean flying off then his family's name surely would.

"That's a mouthful. I'm just gonna call you Cas instead." was all Dean decided, the angel licking his lips as he edged closer to Castiel who stared back at him dumbfounded. "So what are you doing here all by your lonesome?"

"I was enjoying my book." Castiel said, realizing that he still had the novel in hand. He showed it to Dean whose eyes never left his face, dismissing the book's existence entirely to keep staring into Castiel's eyes.

"Why aren't you being chased?" Dean asked, his tongue running over his lips in odd habit. Hazily, Castiel wondered if it was something he had picked up from humans, not that he cared at the moment. All he could really think about was that tongue on him, doing things to him, tasting him everywhere, working its length in his slick and slit. "Not that I'm complaining. I would rather not waste my time fighting off other dicks with wings."

"It takes two to do so. I have remiss for partner in this endeavor." the words sounded entirely too bitter to Castiel's ears. He folded his wings around his shoulders like a cloak to keep himself together, Dean's eyes dropping from his own to track their motion.

"Well, hey there, partner." Dean smiled, all the while getting closer to the other angel, stalking him with a predator's patience and grace. He kept his wings low and out so that the flight feathers brushed the ground. The omega was tense and unsure, Castiel proven that he could defend himself, not that he had to. Dean wasn't about to force himself on someone, even if that someone smelled like leather, ocean breezes, and cold winter night air, and had the bluest eyes Dean had ever seen this side of Heaven or Hell. "You gotta play if you wanna win."

"I have 'played' more than enough. I thank you for your concern but at this point, it is just a redundant act in futility. No one wants a weak link in their family chain." Castiel muttered low. He was shivering from want and need, and an aching of loneliness what seemed never ending, all of which made his wings, his horrible inky black wings press closer to his greedy body, begging to be used and filled just once, even if it meant being discarded afterward.