Murder Mayhem

Chapter 7 *

Meg Masters the name floats through Dean's head for the days that follow. She did a terrible thing to Cas. It will not go unpunished.

Dean looks her up extensively, not on his own computer of course. That would be really fucking stupid.

Turns out she's a nurse at an asylum. Sadly she lives a few states away. She is lucky, for now.

Dean logs off the library's computer and stands. As he's walking out of the library, he scans the street. Hardly anyone passes. His phone rings in his pocket.

"Yo." He answers.

"Hello, Dean." Cas responds on the other end.

"What's up Cas?" Dean smiles softly.

"Wanna come over? I'm so bored and I miss you." Cas says.

"Sure, I'll be over in a bit. Love ya." Dean clicks the phone off.

He makes his way to his car. It takes seven minutes to get to Cas's apartment. He doesn't need to knock, Cas gave him a key to the place.

"Honey, I'm home!" Dean calls jokingly.

"I'm in the kitchen!" Cas answers. Dean makes his way there. Cas has his hands in the sink, up to his elbows in sudsy water.

"Hello, dear." Dean kisses Cas on the cheek. "You look lovely as ever." They have running joke of acting like the "perfect couples" from older tv shows.

"Why, thank you dear. I have a casserole in the oven. And I spent all day cleaning the house." Cas dries his hands and turns. "How was your day?"

"Bearable." Dean wraps his arms around Cas' waist.

"So, now that you're here, I have a question to ask." Cas slips out of Dean's grasp. He grabs and envelope on the table and hands it to Dean. It's addressed to Cas and already opened, but Dean pulls out the paper within.

It's an invitation to a twenty year reunion for Cas' high school class.

"Would you like to go with me?" Cas asks shyly. "I didn't go to the ten year one, I was too nervous. But now that I have you, I would enjoy it much more." Cas looks at Dean hopefully.

"Of course I'll go," Dean grins and sets the paper down. His mind whirs. Meg graduated with Cas, she might be there, he could kill her, it would be perfect.

"Great!" Cas smiles. "I'll be sure to call and let them know." Cas wraps his arms around Dean's neck. He kisses him softly.

Dean presses Cas against the counter, deepening the kiss. A ding sounds behind him and Cas pushes him away.

"The casserole." He moves to the oven. Dean hops up on the counter and watches as Cas takes the food out.

Dean just so happened to choose the spot where the knives are. He stares at them, fascinated. Part of his mind imagines plucking the large knife and plunging it into Cas' stomach. The other part pushes that thought far away. Dean loves Cas, he wouldn't hurt him.

Cas sets the pan on the counter and goes back to the sink to finish his dishes.

"Ow!" Cas exclaims. Dean looks over and sees Cas holding his finger to his mouth.

"What's wrong?" Dean swiftly moves to his side.

"I cut my finger," Cas shows Dean his finger. Sure enough, a cut runs from the first knuckle to the tip of his finger. Blood drops from it, and Dean stares in fascination. He shakes his head and runs the water, shoving Cas' finger beneath it. He moves to the cabinet and grabs a bandaid. As soon as Dean removes Cas' finger from the water, blood begins to drip again. Dean quickly puts a bandaid on it. Blood slightly seeps through. The blood seems to awaken something in him.

"How's it feeling?" Dean asks, staring at the bandage.

"It still stings, but I'll manage." Cas sighs.

Dean leans his head down and plants a soft kiss on the cut finger. "There, that should do it." He smiles up at Cas.

"My hero." Cas sighs. Dean smiles.

You wouldn't be saying that if you knew the truth. Dean thinks. But of course, there is no way he's going to let Cas know the truth.

Dean leans forward and presses his lips against Cas'. Cas smiles, his cut forgotten as he wraps his arms around Dean. The kiss gets deeper and Dean pushes Cas towards the table.

Something seems to take over Dean as he kisses Cas more aggressively. He very nearly rips Cas' shirt off. He flips Cas around and shoves his pants down to his knees. Dean unbutton his own pants, releasing his hard-on. He slams Cas' torso onto the table, making him bend over it.

Dean sucks on his own fingers making them nice and wet. Then he presses them into Cas' entrance. Cas gasps. Dean bends over Cas, kissing and sucking on the back of his neck as he works Cas' entrance. Cas is a blubbering mess, begging for Dean.

Suddenly Dean removes his fingers. Without hesitation he pounds into Cas. Cas cries out, it had slightly hurt him, but Dean keeps going, oblivious to Cas' cry. He just keeps pounding, but Cas' pain is quickly replaced by pleasure. Dean grips Cas' hips tightly, so tight it hurts, but Cas doesn't seem to mind.

Dean's aggressive actions seem to turn Cas on even more. Cas grips the edge of the table, as Dean plows into him. The table scrapes on the floor.

With a final thrust Dean cums harder than he ever has before. The feel of Dean filling him causes Cas to cum as well, spilling his seed across the top of the table.

"Wow," Cas gasps, trying to catch his breath. "That was, wow." He turns and faces Dean. "You were like an animal." Dean says nothing, he just looks over Cas' body. He spots the already forming bruises on his hips.

"I'm sorry," Dean brushes his fingers across the bruises.

"I didn't even notice, it's okay." Cas smiles. "At least those ones are easier to hide than these." Cas runs the back of his neck.

"With these, people will know you belong to me." Dean grins.