SUPERNATURAL SMUT

Temptations

Part 3

By: haikuhamster

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Desire

He shouldn't. He knew it was a bad idea. He'd been playing over last week in his head, again and again until maybe he'd forgive himself. But maybe it wasn't a sin. Lust was a sin, but maybe this was just... coveting? Desire? Passion?

"Is your intent pure, Dean?" The boy's laugh was mocking.

"You could say that, especially after a couple nights ago." He didn't have to be face to face with Dean to know that stupid, cocky smirk was planted directly on his stupid, perfect face.

Castiel flinched, letting out a sigh. "Alright, Dean, tell me your sins." Dammit if Castiel's voice wasn't absolutely oozing with lust.

Dean chucked. "I dunno, Father, I'm pretty bad. I touched myself every day, and hell knows the object of my desire is quite an immoral one."

Castiel shivered, blood flowing south already. "Masturbation isn't sin, it's the impure ideals it wroughts that are sin."

Dean's voice dripped out like honey, deep and seductive. Castiel could imagine that glorious facial structure, gorgeous plush lips pulled into that smirk he'd been unable to purge from his mind. "Oh really, now? So maybe last week wasn't all bad, huh? Does that mean we get to do it again?"

We. The golden word. He couldn't. "No." Good boy, Cas.

"Aw, why not, huh? I could repay you this time..."

And damn if that didn't have goosebumps covering his skin, his common sense losing the fight with his libido. Castiel could deal with regret later. He let out a frustrated sigh that almost sounded like a scoff. When he spoke his words were ice- cold and hard and brutal- and they sent chills down Dean's spine just the same. "Get out and check that the church is empty. If it is, let me know and by the time I come out I want you bent over the altar facing the benches. Do you understand me?"

The sharp intake of breath was enough of an answer, but the "Y-Yeah..." that followed fed Castiel's ego. This boy needed to be taught respect, accountability, and good behaviour. Castiel smiled as the sound of fast-paced steps came towards him. A somewhat distant, echoing voice yelled, "Clear" and running steps were heard towards the altar.

As soon as Castiel was pretty sure Dean was situated, he stepped out of the confessional. His icy glare met the other's horny smirk, Dean's chin propped on his hands with his elbows on the altar. He slowly strutted over, stating, "So you're Dean." The boy nodded with smug enthusiasm, and Castiel sat directly in front of him on a bench. He made sure to spread his limbs out wide and relaxed, giving Dean a bit of a view.

"Tell me, Dean, why do you continuously attempt to seduce me?"

Dean's smirk grew bigger and his eyes lit up with a bit of humour. "You want honesty, padre? Because the answer is that you're hot, your voice is hotter, and the priest thing is a bit of an extra turn-on."

"That's not it, is it?" Castiel challenged, crossing his arms. "You want more than just sex, or you wouldn't be going for me. You want someone with rules, because you don't have any."

Dean stood up, his smirk morphing into a glare. "I've got plenty more rules than you think, bud. You're lucky I'm going for your virgin ass."

Castiel stood up as well, walking up to Dean and taking an authoritative stance right on the other side of the altar. He looked Dean in the eyes and said simply, "My ass is most certainly not virgin."