You and Castiel

part 2

Dean retreats and Cas grins at you, “now where were we?” He takes you in a slow drag and your eyes open super wide; that familiar burn at your neck as he nuzzles it with his stubble. He leans into you more and you feel your legs imitate butterfly wings as he moves between them.

His hips grind into you and your lungs burn as you try to find air. He speeds up when footsteps are heard outside the door again. “Come on you two we need to go.” You moan louder as Cas pounds into you. Running your nails down his back you draw blood. “Cas… a… little… more! AHH!!” You grip the sheets as he sends another orgasm shocking through your body. “Pull out Cas we gotta go!” The footsteps move away.

“Don’t worry Cas he’s just jealous he’s not getting any.” You both share a laugh. Rolling over you jump to your feet and open your closet. You hear him dress quickly behind you and his breath at your neck. “Cas? Personal space.” “You were going to put that on right? I’m here to help.” You nearly quiver at his offer for help but now you need to focus on your part of the job. Slipping into the dress Cas pulls the zipper up, “you sure you want to do this?” Putting heals on you turn and give him a kiss, “I’m sure Cas and nothing will happen.”

You walk and put in earrings at the same time. Cas trying to take your hand but you playfully slap it away. “Finally,” Dean says seeing you both nearing the table, “thought I’d have to get the hose after your two.” Sam looks at Cas, “you ready?” “Yes,” he looks at you, “I’ll see you there.” You smile and give a quick kiss. Then he’s gone.

You catch Dean looking at you. “Dean? Can you focus?” “I uh,” he runs his hand down his face, “you look good.” “Thanks,” you say doing a little turn, “now you have to keep my ass safe.” “Okay load up,” Dean says throwing his hands up. Sam grabs the duffel from the table and you follow. Jumping into the back seat of the impala, “hey Sam so you have my knife?” Sam hands it to you from the front seat. “Thanks,” you pull on your strap and slide the knife in.

Dean slows the impala to a stop, “okay there is the building, the one that looks like a restaurant but it’s been closed for a year or so. You walk to it and act like you’ve been stood up. Get them to turn their backs to the rear of the building while we sneak up from behind and gank us some demon bastards.” “I got it Dean. Now let me work.” You exit the impala and it drives off. You saunter your way up to the door and have their attention.

“Excuse me you fine gentlemen is this the Hemingway House?” One of the demons looks at you, “sorry hasn’t been in a while.” You drop your head and pick it back up, “looks like I’ve been stood up. Great!” “Now a pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be alone.” Taking a step closer, “so what do you have in mind?” The second demons eyes turn black and your eyes go wide. “Well I’m not down for a threesome.” You turn and he grabs your wrist, “hang on now.” You turn to see his face light up with a reddish orange color, “she said no.” Dean pulls out the knife and tosses it to Sam who jams it in the other one.

“Thanks guys,” an unknown force tackles you to the ground. You hear it growl. “Y/N?!” Sam runs over to you but not after the hellhound has tore you a new one. Your body aches but Sam’s able to stab it and send it falling to the ground. Your body stung in pain and your left leg wouldn’t move. “Y/N? Hey hey hey. You’ll be fine just breathe.” “That demon bitch,” Dean screamed at the invisible body and pulled out the knife.

You coughed out some blood, “c-call… Cas,” you whispered to Sam. “Cas get here now!” The fluttering of wings, “hello Sam,” he pauses, “y/n!!” He comes and kneels beside you. “Hey Cas. How are things?” “Shh. Don’t speak.” He puts his hand on your head and your wounds shrink and disappear. He puts his lips to yours and you move your hand behind his neck.