This is (not) the Last Time

We Meet Again

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Yay first chapter!
This one leads up to some sexy time in the next chapter
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Loud music filled his ears as he pushed his way through the dancing people.

Dean Winchester was looking for a certain someone. A certain someone who just happened to hang out in one of the busiest clubs in his town, 'The Cage". He sighed, he was addicted to this man. This wonderful man that he'd only spent one night with. That one night was enough to leave his skin crawling for more, craving his touch, his taste, his feel. When Dean had left the dance floor with the dark haired man, he'd thought it would be a quicky in the back of his car. A short one night stand that he would regret, then forget, the next day. That was not the case.

Dean wiped his hand down his face and pushed past another drunk girl. He had to find this man. Dean brushed past a few more drunks and one man who looked suspiciously high, to get to the bar on the edge of the dance floor. Here was where he met the man the day before, on the far stool to the right. The man had been sitting there when Dean had shimmed his way over and chatted him up, hoping for a quick go around and nothing else.

The memories didn't hesitate to rush back to Dean when he saw the man sitting in the same spot. He was there. Just as before. His Raven black hair was swept up in a sexy mess, and the loose blue tie around his white button down was alluring. It seemed to be calling for Dean. He remembered ripping off that shirt, maybe it was the exact tie that had been shoved in his mouth to keep him quiet when they were frantically fucking in the back of his car.

"Well hello there." He heard a deep voice call to him. It was the guy. The guy. "Didn't expect you back here so soon Dean." The man smirked when Dean's eyes lit up at the sound of his name. It was then that he realized he had walked closer to this mystery man and was now standing right next to him.

"Hey. I didn't think you'd remember me, how do you know my name?" Dean questioned. He didn't know the man's name, why should he know his?

The man chuckled, "Seriously? You don't remember? And I'm guessing you don't remember mine although you did moan it quiet a lot last night." He hissed into Dean's ear with a smirk, "It's Castiel by the way, my name, and you told me yours almost the second after you said hello."

Dean blushed at Castiel's words and he hoped it wasn't noticeable in the flashing club lights, "I see..." He muttered.

"So why are you here?" Cas grinned, "Miss me already? Miss the feeling of me inside you and my hands on your hips, finger nails digging into your skin. Do you miss the taste of my tie in your filthy little mouth? I'm wearing the same one right now, by the way."

Dean stifled a soft moan at his words and moved his hands to Cas' waist, "If it's the same tie," Dean took a deep breath before continuing, "why don't we recreate what happened? You can help me remember everything, or screw me so hard I can barely remember my own name." He breathed out, barley audible above the loud music. Cas clearly heard though, because he let out a groaned and grabbed Dean's hand, pulling him through the crowd towards the exit.

Dean grinned as he was led away from the loud music.
This is exactly what I was looking for...