Let's Play a Game
Summary: Gabe tricks his friend Dean into going with him to a club and pays for Dean to have an evening of fun. Little does he know, Cas, a visiting Dom, sees Dean and instantly wants to play with him. The whole nights ahead and Cas is ready to make it last forever.
Word count: 5,582
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“Dean-o! I need a favor.”
Dean looked up suspiciously at Gabriel, who was leaning precariously over the sideway railing. “Not interested,” he told him, “not after last time. I don’t need someone to egg my car again.”
Gabriel winced. “Yeah, that wasn’t supposed to happen. But hey!” he slipped under the railing and sat next to Dean, leaning against the stone wall. “This shouldn’t be any problem for you. I just need someone to go with me to a club.”
Dean pulled his sunglasses off and gave Gabriel a disbelieving look. “You? Need someone to hold your hand to a club? Dude, what is wrong with you?”
Gabriel ignored that and pulled out a sucker, unwrapping it and popping it in his mouth. “It’s not like that. I’m meeting up with someone to talk about some business deals and he suggested the club. And, you know, it’s always a good idea to have someone come as back-up if you need it, right?” He gave Dean his best puppy face. “Come on, please? You won’t even have to do anything. And, I’ll make sure that you have a good time. It’s not like you having any plans anyways.”
Dean shoved him away and then ran a hand through his hair, thinking. “Making business deals in a club, don’t you think that’s a little strange?” Before Gabriel could reply, Dean stood up. “I’ll come. But seriously Gabe, you better make it worth my time. And you’ll owe me.”
Gabriel grinned, the end of the sucker sticking out of his mouth like a deranged toothpick. “Deal. I’ll pick you up tonight at eight. Thanks Dean!”
***
“Twisted Pleasures? Dude, what type of club is this?”
“One of the most popular clubs in the area, that kind.” Gabriel shrugged his shoulders, unconcerned. “It’s not like we’re in any danger here, the security is amazing.”
Dean frowned at him. “And how would you know?”
Gabriel smiled innocently. “I called in earlier, had a nice little chat with the hostess.”
Dean snorted. “Sure you did.” He straightened his leather jacket and started walking. “Come on, I need a beer.”
The second they walked inside, they were assaulted by the overwhelming mass of humanity, music, and lights. The smell of alcohol, sweat, and cigarettes was everywhere. Dean coughed once and then breathed in through his nose slowly, trying to get used to it. It wasn’t like this was his first club, after all, but he always forgot how strongly they smelled until he walked back into them.
Gabriel left him at the door, shoving his way through a crowd of people, to make his way to the bar. Dean followed slowly, and arrived in time to see Gabriel slap a credit card onto the bar and smile up at the woman behind it. She rolled her eyes but smiled, taking the card and ringing something up. She passed it back over to Gabriel and then whistled sharply, waving her hand over her head in a circle. In a few minutes, two very shapely blondes appeared. They looked as if someone had dressed them in nothing but ribbons tied together in strategic places and then dumped sparkles over them. To say that they were distracting would be a gross understatement.
One went to Gabriel and wrapped an arm around him, smiling up at him. Gabriel grinned back and then winked at Dean, making a shooing gesture at him before his blonde led him away. Dean looked down as the other blonde sashayed over to him, the ribbons on her breast immediately grabbing his attention. “Hey handsome,” she said, leaning up to wrap her arms around his neck, “I’m Leila. What do you say we go grab a table?” Dean nodded and followed her as she walked into the crowd.
***
Dark jeans, tight black shirt, leather jacket, and leather boots. He walked with an unconscious grace towards one of the tables not too far from him and sat down, the hostess he was with immediately settling onto his lap and wrapping herself around him. Leather Jacket didn’t seem to mind and drew her closer, one large hand disappearing into the loose curls cascading down her back and the other settling onto her hip. He looked so sure of himself, so in charge, but underneath that there was an almost hidden hesitancy, something that only an experienced watcher would see. Leather Jacket wasn’t as big a dominant as he might appear.
Cas felt a predatory smile stretch across his face. He wanted. He wanted very, very much. He leaned back into his chair and crooked a finger at the hostess hovering nearby. She scurried over, a smile pasted to her face. “Can I help you, sir?”
Cas reached out, one hand stroking her hair absentmindedly. “You see that couple over there?” he asked, turning her head to look in the correct direction. She nodded, leaning into his touch. “I want the man. Let your coworker know. I’ll pay her for the time lost, of course.” He drew the woman down for a quick kiss and then a playful swat on her behind. “Off you go.” She nodded a little too quickly and then stumbled off before regaining her graceful saunter.
Cas turned back to his table, nodding at the people around him. “Gentlemen, ladies, if you will excuse me.” He swallowed the last of his drink and then stood up, smoothing down the front of his suit before going over to Leather Jacket.
***
Dean scowled unhappily out at the club, his fingers tapping irritably on the table. Leila had vanished when some other hostess had come over to whisper in her ear. All he got was a quick peck on the cheek and then they were gone and he was left alone and semi-hard. Gabriel owed him double for this. He was supposed to be having a good time, dammit.
He was just getting ready to leave when someone sat down next to him, a warm presence at his side. He studiously ignored it and kept getting up when the person spoke.
“Now that hurts my feelings, leaving right when I get here.” Dean froze at that voice, gravely and rough and entirely too sure of itself. He turned slowly and looked into the brightest pair of blue eyes he had ever seen. They were amused and as Dean’s gaze slipped lower, he could see lips quirking up in a smug little smirk.
“Sorry man,” he said, hating the way his voice sounded just the tiniest bit breathless. “I’ve got plans.” He was starting to walk away when the man snapped out a hand, grabbing his wrist and pulling. Dean couldn’t stop the shiver that ran down his spine when he realized that the man’s hand could almost reach all the way around his wrist. “Hey, I’m not interested,” he said. “There’s plenty of girls here you could try, I’m off the table.”
The man didn’t say anything, just kept holding Dean, and then his thumb moved once, swiping over the pulse point on his arm and then once again and again and again. Dean felt his stomach drop, but tried to pull his arm away. “Dude, let go or I’ll-”
“Or you’ll what?” the man asked, and Dean shivered again at hearing that voice. Nobody should have a voice that sounded that good. It just wasn’t fair. “You’ll what?” the man continued. “Scream? Run away? Call for help?” He stood up, stepping into Dean’s personal space until there was almost nothing left between them. “No, I’ll don’t think you’ll do that at all.” His thumb kept moving over his arm and his other hand sneaked up Dean’s side to settle on his right shoulder possessively.
“Oh yeah,” Dean shot back, vainly trying to ignore how hot the man’s hands were. “What makes you say that?”
He chuckled, a low rumbling sound that Dean could feel in his own chest. “Because I can tell what you are. You like being the one on the bottom, don’t you? Having someone else control you, using you. You like it when you don’t have to think about what comes next, when all you have to do is follow orders.”
Dean swallowed and realized that his mouth was hanging open. “I..I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, trying hard not to stammer. “You’ve gotten me mixed up with someone else.”
The man smirked and leaned closer so that his lips were next to Dean’s cheek. “I don’t think so. I’ve never been wrong before.” He placed a gentle kiss on Dean’s earlobe before letting his lips trail down Dean’s jawline. “Like with that hostess. You were so uncertain of how to take control of her.” He smiled as Dean stiffened against him. “I told you I wasn’t wrong.”
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The man pulled back, eyes hooded. “So, what about we give it a try. Trust me, I’ll make it worth your time.”
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Dean couldn’t say anything for a long moment, torn between getting the hell out of the club and leaving Gabriel to fend for himself, or to maybe, just maybe, trust this guy and see if he could actually give what he was selling. Dean shrugged suddenly. Gabriel had promised that this night would be fun, might as well see if that was the truth.
Dean looked at the man, eyeing him slowly. “You know what, sure. Let’s see if you’re as good as you say you are.” He stuck out a hand, voice challenging. “I’m Dean.”
The man smiled slowly, eyes glinting with an awareness of the challenge offered and accepted, and shook his hand. “You can call me Cas.”
***
Cas couldn’t help smiling to himself as he led Dean to the back, away from the press of the crowds and to the private rooms. This club was one of his favorites; their private rooms were spacious and filled with a variety of toys that could take him hours to go through. It probably helped, though, that one of those rooms belonged specifically to him.
He nodded at Dave, the bouncer who loomed outside the hallway and handed him a wadded roll of cash. He knew the drill by the now and simply nodded back before resuming his post. Cas could feel Dean’s growing nervousness and tightened his grip, refusing to let him back out now. It had been awhile since Cas had run into someone who intrigued him as much as Dean and he wasn’t ready to lose him just yet.
Coming to the end of the hallway, he opened up the last door on the right and pulled Dean in before closing and locking the door. Dean was looking around, nervousness overcome momentarily by curiosity. Cas couldn’t blame him. The room oozed decadence, in silk sheets, rich colors and textures, plush carpets. He had made one rule clear when he bought this room: It had to be decorated to his tastes and always kept clean. The club owners had been more than willing to oblige.
Cas let go of Dean’s arm and headed to the mini bar in the corner, pulling out two glasses and a bottle of whiskey. He poured for them both and then brought Dean his glass, already sipping from his own. Dean took it absent mindedly, eyes still on the room before pausing on the bed. Cas chuckled as he followed the gaze.
The bed was a monster, covered with navy blue silk sheets and blue and white pillows all but falling off it. It was almost the size of Cas’s bed at home and could comfortably fit five people on it. The headboard was carved with intricate loops and whirls, perfect for tying someone to. The bed was a work of art, but Cas preferred that his art be a living, breathing canvas.
He finished his whiskey and nudged Dean gently. “I gave you that to drink, not to hold,” he said amusedly. Dean glanced down at his hand, flushed, and then threw the whiskey back in one long swallow. He coughed once and then shook his head.
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“That was, um, really good,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse. “Thanks?”
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My pleasure,” Cas replied. “Come on, let’s go have some fun.” He walked towards one of the chaise lounge, pulling off his jacket and loosening his tie as he went. Dean followed him like a puppy, his eyes fixated on Cas’s hands. Cas tossed his jacket aside and placed his hands on Dean’s chest, smoothing them over his muscles. Dean shuddered, body twitching like a nervous racehorse. Cas let his fingers trace down his abs to the top of Dean’s pants before taking a step away to settle on the lounge. “Take them off, Dean,” he ordered.
Dean closed his eyes, swallowing hard, before reaching for the hem of his shirt and pulling it off in one swift motion. He undid the buckle of his belt and then glanced down, looking sheepishly at his boots. He toed them, and his socks, off before slowly unbuttoning his jeans. He looked up at Cas through a fringe of lashes and Cas smiled at him, waving one hand to encourage him to continue. Dean did, unzipping his jeans and letting them fall down to the floor before stepping out of them, leaving him in only a pair of simple black boxers that, Cas raised an eyebrow, were a lot tighter than he would have expected.
As Dean began to roll them down, Cas stopped him and beckoned him to come closer. Dean did so willingly, the outline of his cock evident against his pants. Cas reached up to wrap a hand around Dean’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Dean was eager, and Cas obliged, letting his tongue taste Dean, enjoying the feel of him. He broke the kiss and placed a kiss on Dean’s chin and then dotted kisses down his neck, letting himself settle on the pulse point and sucking hard.
Dean groaned, hands fisting into Cas’s shirt as Cas left his mark. Cas sucked one more time before pulling back, licking it quickly and then licked his way down Dean’s chest, wanting to taste every inch of him. He paused at his nipples, biting and licking and sucking until Dean was quivering against him. He stopped suddenly and Dean cried out, body pressing against him. Cas gently pushed him away and stood up, pushing on Dean’s shoulders until he knelt on the floor.
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Reaching down, he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock, already hard and aching. He guided it towards Dean’s lips and Dean opened his mouth, lips red from biting them, and began to lick Cas’s cock. He licked him, Cas thought, almost as if were licking a sucker. Short, quick flicks of the tongue all over, never staying in one place for very long. Cas held onto Dean’s head and thrust slowly into Dean’s mouth. He made a noise, not unlike a whimper, and was suddenly sucking hard around him. Cas didn’t move, content to let Dean do the work, and then pulled back before pushing back in in shallow thrusts.
He kept at it for a while before Dean began to make frustrated noises. Cas chuckled and pulled Dean’s head away, eyes narrowing with laughter as he saw Dean’s glazed eyes and red mouth. “You’re just hungry for my cock, aren’t you, Dean.” Dean nodded quickly; leaning forward to lick at Cas’s slit. Cas held him in place, ignoring Dean’s whine of protest. “My rules, Dean. You don’t get to choose how this goes. If I say slow, then that means slow. Got it?”
Dean nodded again, almost frantic, and Cas kept him steady as he angled his cock for his mouth again. This time it wasn’t shallow. He kept going until he could feel the back of Dean’s throat and then pushed forward just the tiniest bit more. Dean made a choked sound and swallowed around, making Cas shiver in delight. He pulled out, just as slowly as before, then pushed himself all the way back in, fucking Dean’s mouth as slowly as he could, while Dean made frantic noises around him, wanting him to go faster.
Cas ignored him and kept the pace and Dean finally seemed to get that because he starts swallowing and humming around him in an effort to make him come. It was working. Cas could feel it, could tell that it was almost there, and he pushed himself as far as Dean could take him and came, spurting down Dean’s throat. Dean’s eyes went wide and his throat convulsed as he drank Cas down, milking him for more.
Cas waited a few seconds after he was done and then pulled out, letting Dean collapse against the lounge, gasping for air. He kicked off his shoes and shrugged out of his shirt and pants, finally standing there stark naked. He stretched, loving the way Dean watched him and then wrapped an arm around Dean’s bicep, pulling him up. “Come here,” he told him, and led Dean to the bed.
Dean obeyed, rolling onto the bed when Cas ordered him to and stretching out, his eyes still glazed over and lips so swollen that they demanded to be kissed. So Cas did, leaning in and plundering Dean’s mouth while his hand crept down into his boxers, wrapping around his hard cock and pumping him. Dean shouted into his mouth, back arching off the bed as Cas jerked him off, his tongue thrusting into his mouth at the same tempo. It didn’t take long and then Dean was coming all over Cas’s hand and melting against the sheets.
Cas pulled the boxers down Dean’s legs, flinging them somewhere into the room and grabbing a rag to clean his hand off. Opening one of the drawers from the dresser beside the bed, he grabbed a few toys and looked down at Dean lying in a boneless heap on the bed. “You clean?” he asked.
Dean blinked once and then nodded lazily. Cas tossed the condoms back in the drawer and then settled onto the bed next to Dean. His cock was flaccid lying against Dean’s skin; Cas reached down and began to stroke it softly, watching as Dean’s eyelids fluttered. He stroked a few more times and then slipped a cock ring on, the cold metal making Dean hiss in surprise. He stared up at Cas, his green eyes dark. Cas leaned down and placed a kiss on Dean’s cock, grinning as it twitched. “Just taking some precautions. You came so quickly last time.”
He reached over to the dresser and grabbed a pair of padded handcuffs, waving them in front of Dean’s face. His eyes tracked them, tongue darting out to lick his lips, breathes coming unsteadily. “Do you see this? I’m going to tie you up so you can’t move and then I’m going to fuck you the way I want to. And you won’t be able to do a thing.” He caught Dean’s chin and made him look at him. “But only if you say yes. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to, you understand?”
Dean nodded again, breathing erratic. Cas nodded back. “So, do you want me to put these on you?” Dean nodded again, head jerking up and down. Cas patted his chest and then reached over to grab his hand, cuffing it and sliding the chain through the headboard to cuff the other wrist. He grabbed the second and third set of cuffs and cuffed Dean’s ankles to the edges of the bed, leaving his sprawled wide open.
Dean’s breathing was loud; the only sound Cas could hear other than the clink of metal against wood. He turned to face Dean. “Listen carefully,” he said seriously, “if you ever want me to stop, you say ‘Red’, got it?” Dean nodded and Cas slapped his foot lightly. “You need to say it aloud, Dean.”
Dean took a deep breath. “I got it,” he said, voice low. “Please Cas, get on with it.” Dean’s hips moved as he spoke, trying to find something to grind against. Cas shushed him, placing a hand on his hips to still his movement.
“Then here are the rules: First, no speaking unless spoken to. I don’t mind sounds, but you are just my toy to play with. Second, I’m not Cas anymore. You can call me ‘Master’ or ‘Sir’. Third,” he flicked a finger against Dean’s cock, where the ring met flesh and Dean groaned. “This is on for a reason. You don’t get to come until I tell you that you can.” Cas stepped away so that Dean couldn’t feel even his body heat. “You break any of these rules, you get punished. Understand?”
Dean nodded, then realized he wasn’t supposed to do that. “Yes, sir,” he whispered. Cas smirked down at him.
“Then let’s get started.”
***
If anyone had ever told Dean that he would willingly find himself tied up to a bed while a strange man fucked him, he would have laughed and told them to stop taking drugs. Dean had known for awhile that something was missing in all the one night stands he had had, but he could never figure out what. Everyone expected him to top, so he did. It wasn’t until he met Cas that he realized just how much he hated being on top, hated being the one who had to make all the decisions. His life was already crazy and stressed out, and he hated that sex never seemed to be any different. Until now.
He moaned as Cas sucked at his nipples, his hands massaging his thighs slowly. The guy seemed to do everything slowly, which had never been Dean’s style, but he was willing to give it a try. Not that he couldn’t, considering he was tied down, but hopefully he would go faster soon.
He inhaled as he felt sharp teeth nip at his skin, biting just hard enough to leave imprints, and then a tongue was licking at it, soothing it with long, sure strokes. Dean just wanted Cas to take that tongue off his chest and work on his cock.
Thinking about it made him maddeningly aware of how it was pressed tightly between their bodies, the metal ring warming quickly from their body heat. He had never worn a cock ring before but, then again, he had never come as fast as when Cas had been jerking him off.
A particularly hard bite made him gasp and jerk against that bruising mouth, body instinctively trying to get away. Large hands held onto him, keeping him still, and Dean felt like shouting that Cas needed to hurry up. But the rules, he reminded himself, he needed to follow the rules.
Cas kept licking and biting for what felt like eternity before he finally got to his cock. Dean sighed loudly as a warm, wet mouth wrapped around him, sucking and licking as if his cock was the best treat around. Cas licked and sucked until Dean’s cock was so hard he felt like he could burst, but Cas didn’t stop there. He angled his mouth and then went all the way down on Dean, until his face was buried against Dean’s skin. Cas’s started playing with Dean’s balls and Dean felt him starting to shake and that was when Cas began to hum.
Dean’s eyes shot open and he began to make garbled noises as Cas kept playing with him, humming as he bobbed up and down before deep throating him again. The chain connecting his wrists rattled loudly and Dean was reduced to great, wracking cries, the air feeling as if it had been sucked out of him. “Sir…Sir!” he gasped, over and over. “Sir!”
Cas swallowed him once more, this time bringing in a hint of teeth and Dean lost it, bucking and quivering, his shouting as he wished, desperately, for the cock ring to disappear. His cock hurt, it was so hard, and Cas just sat there, nibbling at him.
Finally Cas pulled away and kissed his way back up to Dean, who kissed him eagerly. He could tell that Cas was doing something with his hands, but he didn’t know what until he heard Cas squirt something onto his hands. A cold, wet finger probed at his entrance and Dean moaned, voice stuttering as Cas wiggled his finger around. He pulled his finger out and when he pushed back in, there were two. Dean tried to tighten around them but Cas pulled them out quickly, shaking a lube covered finger at Dean.
“Uh uh, my pace, remember?” Dean whined and nodded, a choked ‘Sir’ leaking past his lips. Cas appeared satisfied and went back to fingering him, Dean trying his hardest to remain still. But it was so difficult when Cas added three fingers, crooking them, twisting, them, scissoring him wide open. He could feel sweat covering his body as he strained to hold still. He was doing so well until Cas found his prostate and stroked it.
Dean screamed, already on edge, and went wild. He didn’t know how long he had fought the feelings but the next thing he knew his legs were lose and Cas was flipping him over quickly, recuffing his legs before Dean could move them.
The pillow was smothering him so he twisted his head until he could breathe again, staring at the pale blue wall. His cock was pressed tight to the bed by his own weight and he shifted, but the silk sheets were horrible, no texture to rub against, nothing to alleviate the strain.
Dean jumped as Cas slapped his rear, a firm reminder as to where he should be paying attention. “I thought I told you my pace, Dean,” came the gravely voice. Another slap and Dean moaned. “I don’t think you understand that yet.”
Dean shook his head and tried to speak. “Master, Sir, please…Sir, I need….” Dean jumped as Cas spanked him again. “Toys don’t get to speak, Dean. They’re just something to play with.” There was the sound of the dresser opening and then the click of the lube bottle. “How about I show you.”
And that’s when Cas inserted the vibrator.
***
Cas was content sit at the end of the bed, between Dean’s legs, stroking himself idly as he watched Dean come apart at the seams. It wasn’t like the vibrator was a huge model, but Dean obviously had never had one up his ass before. Dean was shaking again, incoherent sounds filling the air around them. Cas had tightened the cuffs so that Dean was spread even wider, making it almost impossible for him to move at all. It left Dean open enough that Dean could see the vibrator peeking out, the purple a brilliant color against Dean’s red streaked ass.
Deciding that it was time to get a move on, Cas crawled back up the bed, settling in behind Dean’s ass and slowly moving the vibrator, pushing it in further. Dean choked on a word, almost sounding like a sob, as Cas fucked him hard with the vibrator. He kept at it until Dean couldn’t even speak and then pulled it, lube trailing from it. He poured some more lube into his hand, rubbing it over his own hard cock, and then sheathed himself in one swift motion.
Dean made that sobbing noise again and Cas could see his fists clenching and unclenching in the cuffs above his head. Dean’s ass was amazing, tight and warm; he held onto Dean’s hips and slammed himself in as far as he could go, positioning himself so that he would brush over Dean’s prostate with each thrust.
Dean kept sobbing and moaning, the sounds intermingling with the slap of skin against skin and Castiel’s harsh breaths. He was getting close again and he fucked Dean even harder, so that the bed was rocking and the headboard slamming into the wall behind it. Cas stiffened and then pulled out, letting his come shoot all over Dean’s back and ass, loving the way Dean cried out beneath him.
Cas rolled over and collapsed next to Dean, trying to regain his breath before he stood up, holding onto the bedpost for balance. Dean was making little mewling noises on the bed as Cas opened the drawer again, searching for something new to try. He finally found what he wanted and he went back to the bed, walking around so he could stand by Dean’s head.
“Dean,” he said, “look at me.” Dean could barely lift his head but he did, staring at Cas with pupils blown so wide there was no trace of green. Cas held up the blindfold and showed it to Dean. “You’re going to wear this. And remember, you do not come without my permission.”
“Yes, sir,” Dean replied, voice hoarse. Cas tied the blindfold around Dean’s head and then uncuffed his hands and feet, rolling him over gently to his back, ignoring the way his seed stained the sheets. He wrapped a hand around Dean’s cock, feeling how hard it was, how ready, and squeezed. Dean hissed out a breath, arms gripping the sheets tightly, his chest heaving up and down. Cas squeezed one more time and then let go, walking away. Dean let out a shuddering cry and stilled, little jerks working through his body.
Cas grabbed some more lube and poured it over Dean’s cock and then grasped the cock ring. Dean stiffened beneath him and Cas carefully pulled it off. “Do not come,” he ordered again, and Dean bit his lip, fists clenched so tight that his knuckles were white and the muscles across his body stood out as he fought to resist orgasm.
Cas leaned over, not touch Dean at all, and blew softly against his penis. Dean shuddered and groaned, pre-come spurting at the feel. Cas blew air all down Dean’s length and across his balls, as more pre-come appeared, rolling down Dean’s cock to drip onto the sheets. By now, Dean was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, his body glistening. He was gorgeous, Cas decided, and leaned in just a little more to place a biting kiss on Dean’s thigh. “Come,” he ordered, and Dean came, spurting all over his chest and stomach in streams and streams. Cas touched his cheek, amused to see that Dean’s seed had landed there, and stuck his fingers in his mouth, licking it clean.
On the bed, Dean lay panting, once more a limp heap on the sheets. Cas doubted he could even move an inch and he smiled smugly, enjoying the sight. He pushed himself off the bed, searching for a towel and went over to clean up Dean. His breathing had slowed and Cas paused to look at him. Dean was passed out, utter disheveled and covered in nothing but Cas’s marks and their seed. This, Cas decided, was something that he could get used to.
Grabbing a pair of clean pants from the dresser, he headed back out into the hallway, nodding to Dave as he passed, and hunted down a hostess. He finally found one and he smiled when he realized that it was Rya, one of his favorites. She smiled back as he leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the ass. “Rya, do me a favor. Find out who was paid to take care of Dean and make sure she gets a check from me.”
Rya nodded. “No problem Cas. Anything else I can do?” Cas grinned, his mind already going back to the unconscious man on his bed.
“If Dean came with anyone, let them know that Dean will be busy until tomorrow, and not to worry about him. And give them a house special.”
Rya laughed, her brown eyes sparkling. “Looks like you’ve got a keeper, Cas.”
Cas winked at her. “I rather think that I do.”
***
Gabriel was sitting in one of the lounges, enjoying a well-earned glass of strawberry vodka when one of the girls came up to him. “Excuse me, sir, are you Gabriel Milton?”
Gabriel eyed the brunette and grinned. “It depends, who’s asking?”
“I’ve a message from your friend, Dean.”
Gabriel sat up, vodka sloshing onto the floor. “Dean! Is he alright?”
The girl smiled. “He’s perfectly alright. I’m just to tell you that he’ll be busy until tomorrow and not to worry about him.”
Gabriel started laughing. “That son of a bitch. I knew he’d have fun.” Gabriel downed the rest of his vodka and looked back at the girl. “Is that all, sweetheart?”
She shook her head, eyes crinkling in amusement. “No sir. I’m also supposed to let you know that you’re to be given the house special, free of charge.”
Gabriel frowned. “What’s the house-” The door opened, cutting him off as a trio of ladies wearing nothing but sparkles danced in. Gabriel looked at the brunette and then back at the dancers. “Oh, I think I’ll like this.”