Destiel shortfics

Angel's Heat Part 2

I let out a low groan as the heat hit me in another violent spasm. My muscles began to clench and I started to pant once again. "Dean.." I began trailing off. "I should lay down" I admitted struggling to my feet. When I looked up I saw Dean's band outstretched to me. I gladly took it and pulled myself up just to flop onto the bed in a rather pathetic manner.

"Holy shit. You smell fucking amazing. Did you like put on some cologne or something?" Dean said sharply inhaling.

I narrowed my eyes "Those are heat pheromones. Designed to seduce and arouse anyone potentially interested" I told him as this bout of heat faded leaving me relatively okay.

"What do you mean potentially interested?" Dean asked a look of fear? Perhaps. In his green eyes

"Some one sexually interested in the angel. For you to smell it.... Well. I'm not surprised" I wouldn't normally be quite so blunt. But I didn't care at this point. It was his fault I'm in heat.

"I told you you're like a brother to me" Dean argued stubbornly.

"My my what incestuous urges you have" I said in a challenging tone. I don't wish to be fucked with right now. Well I do. Very much so. Just not like this.

"Incest? What? No! That's gross" Dean said being stubborn as ever.

"You're bisexual Dean. I'm not judging you. And I don't care to tell anyone. Just stop pretending. Just us here. I have seen your soul" I said feeling particularly irritable. I sat up to make eye contact with him.

He stood there speechless before cursing under his breath and lunging toward me. Our lips collided in a passionate whirl of teeth and tongue and lip. He had me pinned to the bed. His actions caused my heat to nearly triple and I felt my mind slipping to lust and heat consume my body. Deans shoved his tongue in to my mouth and I sucked on it a bit not fighting much for dominance. Perhaps I would have. Not during heat. I began to groan in pain. The heat was too much. I felt the hips of my vessel shoving themselves toward Dean. I had no control left. I felt hands pulling at my hair. It was strangely satisfying. Dean yanked away from me sucking in air to replace what he had missed.

"Dean" I moaned my voice lower than it was usually.

Dean looked at me with a lusty glare "Cas. We shouldn't do this. Its just your heat talking" though his voice was level I sensed pain beneath it.

"Dean Winchester if you do not fuck me right now I will use the very last of my Grace to fly away until the end of my heat" I threatened feeling as though I was burning alive.

Dean looked to the door and then climbed back onto the bed with me. This time, when our lips met it was more gentle. His mouth moved against mine gently. It was sweet and all but I needed more. He slipped his hand down to press against my clothed arousal. I moaned into his mouth. Relief flooded through my entire being at that one touch. I was so sensitive, it seemed like not enough and all too much at the same time.

(A/N- The art up top is MINE do NOT claim it. I don't own the characters but I drew that! )