You're My Bitch

Dean was now a demon and he and Cas had been hooking up in secret for a while now.

Today was no different.

Cas met Dean in an alley behind a bar.

"Hey angel boy, how was your day?"

"You don't really care, do you Dean?"

"Nah, not really," he gripped the lapels of the angels trench coat and pulled him closer, "I just need my fix."

Cas stared at Dean for a moment. Why did he do this? He knew he had feelings for Dean and obviously Dean didn't have any for him. But he did enjoy the sex, though Dean always took control.

"Okay fine," Cas grumbled, "but today we are going to try something new."

Dean looked at him, head cocked slightly, "And whats that?"

Cas didn't respond, but instead pushed Dean against the brick wall and kissed him; hard. When he pulled away he could see the bruises starting to form on Deans lips.

"Cas i don't under-"

Cas pushed him back again, hard enough to make the wall crack behind them. He got right up in Deans face, noses scrunched together.

"Today you're going to be my bitch." Cas growled.

Deans eyes went wide with shock, before settling into that smug look he usually wore.

"In your dreams," his eyes turning black.

Castiel took a step back, staring at Dean. He was so cocky, so full of himself, an asshole really.

And Castiel hated it.

He glared at Dean a moment longer before charging him. They both crashed through the brick wall and fell to the floor inside the bar. People were screaming and running outside, but neither of them could care less. Cas was on top, for once, straddling Dean. He dipped down and sucked on Deans mouth, slipping his tongue in past Deans swollen lips, wrestling with him.

But Dean wasn't having any of it. Dean was a big strong demon, he wasn't going to let some angel make him the bitch. He pushed Cas off of him and flew him into the wall. Castiel brushed it off as if it was nothing and charged him again.

This time they flew through the front wall of the bar into the street. More people ran screaming, but the duo ignored them.

"Like it rough huh?" Dean growled, still on the bottom.

Castiel punched Dean right in the jaw, dislocating it.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean cried, popping it back into place.

Castiel went to punch Dean again, but Dean caught his fist and squeezed, crushing every bone in his hand.

Castiel jumped up, yelping and cradling his hand until it had healed. Then he glared at Dean, before charging again. This time Dean was prepared and sent him flying back into another building.

Castiel crashed into through the concrete wall and then disappeared. Dean looked around confused. When he turned back to face the ruined building, Cas was already there and punched him in the nose.

Dean stumbled backwards and fixed his nose. Then he charged Cas, crashing into cars and street lamps until they ended up in an intersection.

Dean was on top, breathing heavily. He punched Cas once, twice, no make that three times and regretted it almost immediately. Cas smiled from underneath the bruises and crushed bones just to send Dean flying towards a gas station, landing only a few feet from the pumps.

Castiel walked towards Dean, determined. Dean scrambled to his feet and tried to send the angel flying, but Cas beat him to it.

Dean crashed into the gas pumps, sending spouts of fire everywhere. He stood up and brushed the flames from his clothes.

"That all you got, angel boy?!" he squinted, trying to spot Cas through the flames, but Dean couldn't see him anymore and suddenly he got kind of worried.

Then there was a loud crash as Castiel came through the roof of the gas station. He landed on top of Dean, making a dent in the asphalt.

Dean was trapped on the bottom, Castiel pinning him down. They were both panting, exhausted.

Then Castiel leaned down and kissed Dean, but this time it wasn't harsh or out of lust. It was full of passion. And to his surprise Dean kissed him back, with the same affection behind it.

"Cas?"

"Hmm?" he looked at Dean, eyebrow raised slightly.

"I'll be your bitch, if you'll be mine," his eyes flicking back to the green Castiel knew and loved.

Castiel smiled, that sounded ridiculous, but he knew what Dean meant.

"Deal," he said leaning back down for another kiss.

And there, in the middle of fire and destruction, lay two men, beaten, bruised, even cursed, but still madly in love.