Chapter 6

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WARNINGS: SMUT, NSFW, SWEARING

Castiel was stroking his hard erection having those thoughts running in his head. He kept imaging Brooke making him feel good. He imagined her giving him a blow job, he picked up his pace and gritted his teeth. He let out a loud groan.

Castiel: Fuck... fuck... fuck

Castiel now imagined Brooke underneath him, he now imagined he was fucking her senselessly.

Castiel: Oh fuck baby girl, you're so nice and tight. So nice for me huh?

Castiel was now going fast, he could feel his balls getting tight, he felt some of his cum leak from the tip of his cock. He was thinking his fantasy was real, he was now pumping his cock faster, cum leaking down, some flying onto Castiel's chest.

Castiel closed his eyes shut, he imagined Brooke moaning loud as if she were having an orgasm, then Castiel came hard, cum splatter onto his chest, his chest heaving as he was coming down from his orgasm.

Brooke's POV:

I can't believe that guy! He said I was his, what did he mean by that? He had a predatory look in his eye as he said it and when he was hovering over me I felt something but I don't know what but another part of me was like "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THIS CREEP!" I really hope I don't ever run into him again or see him again, New York is a big city you can only hope.

The Next Day

Brooke was at work, acting like nothing happened between her and Castiel. Courtney knew something was up but didn't want to annoy Brooke with questions and she knew she would try to find Castiel and strangle him till his face was purple or if he stopped breathing.

Castiel and Dean were driving around in Dean's beloved 1967 Chevrolet Impala along the back roads of New York. Castiel kept thinking about his fantasy he masturbated to, he wanted to stay in bed watch a few pornos or keep different fantasies running his head about Brooke.

Dean: Earth to Cas.

Castiel: Huh? What?

Dean: Your head in the clouds or something?

Castiel: Sorry, just thinking.

Dean: About?

Castiel: Stuff.

Dean: I see.

Castiel: Just, I...I can't stop thinking about that girl that I brought home.

Dean: You slept with her?

Castiel: No.

Dean: Really? You haven't slept with her yet? I'm shocked.

Castiel: It's not a big deal. She's...

Dean: She's what?

Castiel: Different I guess. She's not like the girls I've slept with.

Dean: I've never seen you act like this Castiel.

Castiel: Like what?

Dean: A thirteen year old boy afraid to ask out his crush.

Castiel: Shut up.

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