Red Lights || Destiel stripper/brothel AU

Chapter Nine - I know I'm not the only one

Cas (POV) *Warning: Prosititution in the chapter :(*

Dean pulled me into his house, kissing my neck hungrily and clutching on my the front of my shirt desperately as we stumble down the small hallway and towards the stairs. He lifts the shirt up above my head and chucks it off before we even get onto the first step and goes back to attaching his lips to mine, tasting me and kissing me passionately until only the wet noises from our lips and the heavy breathing from our noses could be heard.

"Dean?" A woman's voice came from the doorway of the living room and me and Dean stiffly stood still, mouths still attached to each other. We opened our eyes suddenly and Dean pulled away from me and turned around to look at a beautiful blonde woman in the doorway of the living room, looking extremely confused. I blush slight and bend down to grab my shirt from the floor and slip it back on while Dean stands rigid to the spot, staring at the woman who I can only assume is his mother.

"Er, hey mom. I thought you were at work tonight?" Dean asks, fidgeting slightly as I stand behind him with my head down, trying to hide my face.

"No, me and your dad have the nights off tonight so we could have a family dinner." She walks up to him and slowly pushes him out of the way to look at me. I look up at her and smile embarrassedly, a faint blush creeping it's way up my neck and towards me cheeks. "Hi, I'm Mary, Dean's mom." She says smiling kindly.

"Erm, angel." I say and one of her eyebrows raises up.

"Angel? That's your actual name?" She asks and I nod my head, taking a look at Dean who just looked thankful that his mom wasn't actually looking at him. I gave him a pleading look as if to say 'save me' but he ignored my gaze and looked away, however Mary saw the look.

"So, he's your boyfriend?" Mary asked Dean, turning in him suddenly an crossing her arms across her chest. Dean looked down at the ground in shame and nodded. His parents must not know about him. "And you were going to tell me about this when?"

"Erm, never?" Dean said, pulling a face slightly.

"Dean Samuel Winchester, why in gods name did you think you couldn't tell me?!" She said, looking disappointed and a bit upset. I look between the two and shrink back into the background, hoping to just sneak away from the whole situation.

"I don't know, I just wasn't ready too!" Dean says, throwing his arms up in the air dramatically.

"But why? Did you not think me and your dad would accept you?" She asks, her voice trembling slightly.

"You're fine, it's dad in worried about." Mary sighs and rolls her eyes before shaking her head.

"You leave John to me. And in the meantime why doesn't angel here stay for dinner?" She asks, perking up a bit.

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John sat staring at me all through dinner, a mixture of emotions on his face. He recognised me, I know he did. I tried to ignore him but I couldn't help but glance at him now and again which made him stiffen up every time I did.

He was drunk, he didn't really know what he was doing. He and his work friends and come by the strip club and were just looking to have a good time, and a good time they did have. How the hell was I meant to know it was Dean Winchesters dad? I didn't even really know Dean when it happened, he was just the kid from my school that had ditched me on my first day back then.

"Erm, mom. Angel has to leave before nine. He has work." Dean says and Mary nods her hair while I looked anywhere but at John Winchester, tapping my fork on the table.

"Oh where do you work?" Mary asks me and I look at her.

"Cats and dogs." I tell her and her eyes narrow.