Wake Up Call 2/3
Title: Wake up call (2/3)
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: R
Characters: Dean, Cas, Sam
Warnings: PURE UNADULTERATED SLASH. PLOT IS FOR THE WEAK.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Don't own. Yet... (I have a secret plan to woo Kripke and shall become his third wife, shortly before he contracts a terminal illness and dies a few months later, leaving me all the rights to the show, after which I will marry my beloved, Jake Abel. And he and I shall keep Kyle Gallner as our sex slave)
Summary: Dean doesn't get enough sleep as it is, so he tends not to appreciate getting woken up in the middle of the night. This time however...He doesn't exactly mind
Author's Note: Ha! Sorry about ending part one where I did. I just...I'm a horrible person. :P Anyhoo! On to Part 2!!
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Previously...
Dean gave a less-than-manly whimper as Castiel pulled away, before struggling violently against his bonds. "Please, Cas...Please," he whispered.
"Patience, Dean." He smirked at the hunter before descending on his body once again.
Dean watched Castiel with an intense gaze as the angel marked his torso.
When Castiel bite down sharply on Dean's hip, it illicited a deep, wanton moan from the hunter.
"Dean?"
"Mnph," was the only response that Dean offered.
"Dean? ....Dean!"
Dean woke with a gasp, looking up at his shaggy haired Sasquatch of a little brother.
"You alright man? You were making...noises in your sleep."
Dean paused, still shaken. "Uh...Yeah. I'm fine. Just fantastic..."
"Right..." Sam muttered, suspicious.
"Why the Hell are you up anyway? What time is it?"
"It's about 5:30. And I'm up because we're headed out. I got a call from--"
"Aaah!" Dean shouted.
"Hello Dean. Sam."
"...From Cas. So get ready man," Sam told his brother,
Dean eyed Castiel cautiously before turning back to Sam. "Get ready for what?"
"Like I said, we're headed out. Cas called and told me there's a demon nest near by and he needs our help."
"Fine," Dean huffed as he got up and headed to the bathroom of their motel room for a shower.
"Damn angel crap," Dean muttered to himself.
He tore off his clothes in a huff and let the heat of the water clear his mind. It was just him and his body.
The body that, in his dream, Castiel had been all too eager to claim.
He could still see those unusually dark eyes staring up it him, filled with lust and hunger.
"Fuck," he breathed out, realizing he had gotten hard.
Mentally shrugging, he figured why the fuck not?
He gently began to stroke himself, closing his eyes and picturing the buxom red head from the bar last night.
Her delicate, soft hands wrapped around his cock.
However, his mind kept drifting to those eyes.
Castiel's eyes.
Finally, he just gave his mind what it wanted.
He pictured those permanently chapped lips wrapping around his tumescent length, the angel's head bobbing as he worked him to completion.
He began to massage his balls as the imaginary Cas made damn near criminal noises, hollowed his cheeks as he sucked harder.
Then he pictured those damn eyes again and he was gone, coming over his own hand.
He braced himself on the wall of the shower as the water washed his body clean, and let out a sigh.
"I'm going to Hell..."
Author's note: Well, that's it for now, I suppose. I really shouldn't be writing under the influence of medication...
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: R
Characters: Dean, Cas, Sam
Warnings: PURE UNADULTERATED SLASH. PLOT IS FOR THE WEAK.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Don't own. Yet... (I have a secret plan to woo Kripke and shall become his third wife, shortly before he contracts a terminal illness and dies a few months later, leaving me all the rights to the show, after which I will marry my beloved, Jake Abel. And he and I shall keep Kyle Gallner as our sex slave)
Summary: Dean doesn't get enough sleep as it is, so he tends not to appreciate getting woken up in the middle of the night. This time however...He doesn't exactly mind
Author's Note: Ha! Sorry about ending part one where I did. I just...I'm a horrible person. :P Anyhoo! On to Part 2!!
--
Previously...
Dean gave a less-than-manly whimper as Castiel pulled away, before struggling violently against his bonds. "Please, Cas...Please," he whispered.
"Patience, Dean." He smirked at the hunter before descending on his body once again.
Dean watched Castiel with an intense gaze as the angel marked his torso.
When Castiel bite down sharply on Dean's hip, it illicited a deep, wanton moan from the hunter.
"Dean?"
"Mnph," was the only response that Dean offered.
"Dean? ....Dean!"
Dean woke with a gasp, looking up at his shaggy haired Sasquatch of a little brother.
"You alright man? You were making...noises in your sleep."
Dean paused, still shaken. "Uh...Yeah. I'm fine. Just fantastic..."
"Right..." Sam muttered, suspicious.
"Why the Hell are you up anyway? What time is it?"
"It's about 5:30. And I'm up because we're headed out. I got a call from--"
"Aaah!" Dean shouted.
"Hello Dean. Sam."
"...From Cas. So get ready man," Sam told his brother,
Dean eyed Castiel cautiously before turning back to Sam. "Get ready for what?"
"Like I said, we're headed out. Cas called and told me there's a demon nest near by and he needs our help."
"Fine," Dean huffed as he got up and headed to the bathroom of their motel room for a shower.
"Damn angel crap," Dean muttered to himself.
He tore off his clothes in a huff and let the heat of the water clear his mind. It was just him and his body.
The body that, in his dream, Castiel had been all too eager to claim.
He could still see those unusually dark eyes staring up it him, filled with lust and hunger.
"Fuck," he breathed out, realizing he had gotten hard.
Mentally shrugging, he figured why the fuck not?
He gently began to stroke himself, closing his eyes and picturing the buxom red head from the bar last night.
Her delicate, soft hands wrapped around his cock.
However, his mind kept drifting to those eyes.
Castiel's eyes.
Finally, he just gave his mind what it wanted.
He pictured those permanently chapped lips wrapping around his tumescent length, the angel's head bobbing as he worked him to completion.
He began to massage his balls as the imaginary Cas made damn near criminal noises, hollowed his cheeks as he sucked harder.
Then he pictured those damn eyes again and he was gone, coming over his own hand.
He braced himself on the wall of the shower as the water washed his body clean, and let out a sigh.
"I'm going to Hell..."
Author's note: Well, that's it for now, I suppose. I really shouldn't be writing under the influence of medication...