Righteous Fury
Title: Righteous Fury
Author: xephwrites
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: hard R
Word Count: 655
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: Episode 5.18 Point Of No Return
Summary: My take on the alley scene in 5.18. Have you noticed that I suck at summaries yet?
Warnings: angry sex, implied est. relationship, angry!Cas
Notes: This is for shalmarrose for her birthday! Seeing as how I am unable to go out with her to the bar and get drunk, I offer her a hot and dirty little fic. She indirectly asked me to write this anyways during one of our random conversations. MWAH! Luv you!
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Seeing Dean talking to the street preacher made something familiar surge in Castiel’s chest. His body twitched with the desire to move, to strike, to hurt.
Anger is not that dissimilar to righteous fury.
“Our Father, who art in heaven.” The preacher started praying. Castiel doesn’t register the words he says to the preacher as he knocks him out. He turns to Dean, and anger surges in him again.
He throws Dean against a brick wall and begins throwing punches. Dean is not fighting back. Castiel is torn. He wants Dean to fight back, but he’s just as content to pummel the relenting hunter.
“I rebelled for this?! So that you could surrender to them?” Castiel shouted. Normally, Dean’s pleading would make the angel stop. Not now. He threw the hunter against the other wall in the alley.
“I gave everything for you. And this is what you give to me.” Castiel pressed against him, pinning the hunter between him and the brick wall. The light tang of blood mixed with the putrid stench of the alley. Dean’s green eyes were filled with fear and defeat.
And something else consumed the angel’s body. Something more primal than anger.
“I have given everything to you.” The angel ground out. He pinned the hunter’s hands above his head. “Everything that you ever asked of me, I gave. And you give nothing back.” Castiel could feel Dean’s breath against his face. “You are a selfish son of a bitch!”
And Castiel leaned forward, capturing the hunter’s lips in a heated, brutal kiss. Cas could taste blood, fear, and something that was purely Dean. Dean melted into the kiss.
“I’m tired of being used by you.” Castiel said, placing unforgiving bites along Dean’s neck. “You use my trust, my powers, my body. All without any regard to how I may feel, or what I want.” Castiel could feel the hunter’s body responding to him, despite the harsh treatment.
“I pulled you from Hell, remade your body, and saved you from death more times than I can count.” The angel thrust harshly, pulling a strangled groan from Dean. “Yet you treat me like I am in your debt.” Castiel’s free hand snaked in between them and fumbled at Dean’s zipper. He pulled the denim down just enough to fit his hand into Dean’s boxers, grabbing his cock. Dean groaned a partial protest as Castiel began stroking him harshly.
“Never again.” Cas growled. “I will no longer allow you to treat me as you have.” Their breathing came faster and more desperate. Cas twisted his hand, and pulled an orgasm from Dean. Dean slumped forward, panting against the rumpled trench coat.
Cas released his hold on Dean and pulled his own cock out of his pants. One hand grabbed the short hair on the top of Dean’s head and pulled. Dean cried out.
“Suck it.” Cas growled. Dazed and turned on, Dean sunk to his knees in the dirty alley. After a harsh tug on his hair, Dean took the angel into his mouth. Cas gasped and bucked forward. Holding his head in place, Cas kept thrusting into Dean’s mouth.
“How does it feel, Dean?” The angel gasped. “How does it feel to be used?” Dean whimpered pathetically around the angel. He could feel himself getting closer. Dean’s hands came up to stroke what little skin was exposed on the angel.
Two more thrusts, and the angel was spilling into the hunter’s mouth. Dean almost choked on the thick fluid, but swallowed all that he could. Cas pulled away from him and tucked himself back into his pants. He looked down into the teary, broken, green gaze of the hunter.
Cas touched two fingers to Dean’s forehead and he slumped over. He wiped up the small spot of come at the corner of Dean’s mouth before hauling his limp body up.
“Selfish bastard.” The angel grumbled before fluttering away to Bobby’s.
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Author: xephwrites
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: hard R
Word Count: 655
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: Episode 5.18 Point Of No Return
Summary: My take on the alley scene in 5.18. Have you noticed that I suck at summaries yet?
Warnings: angry sex, implied est. relationship, angry!Cas
Notes: This is for shalmarrose for her birthday! Seeing as how I am unable to go out with her to the bar and get drunk, I offer her a hot and dirty little fic. She indirectly asked me to write this anyways during one of our random conversations. MWAH! Luv you!
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Seeing Dean talking to the street preacher made something familiar surge in Castiel’s chest. His body twitched with the desire to move, to strike, to hurt.
Anger is not that dissimilar to righteous fury.
“Our Father, who art in heaven.” The preacher started praying. Castiel doesn’t register the words he says to the preacher as he knocks him out. He turns to Dean, and anger surges in him again.
He throws Dean against a brick wall and begins throwing punches. Dean is not fighting back. Castiel is torn. He wants Dean to fight back, but he’s just as content to pummel the relenting hunter.
“I rebelled for this?! So that you could surrender to them?” Castiel shouted. Normally, Dean’s pleading would make the angel stop. Not now. He threw the hunter against the other wall in the alley.
“I gave everything for you. And this is what you give to me.” Castiel pressed against him, pinning the hunter between him and the brick wall. The light tang of blood mixed with the putrid stench of the alley. Dean’s green eyes were filled with fear and defeat.
And something else consumed the angel’s body. Something more primal than anger.
“I have given everything to you.” The angel ground out. He pinned the hunter’s hands above his head. “Everything that you ever asked of me, I gave. And you give nothing back.” Castiel could feel Dean’s breath against his face. “You are a selfish son of a bitch!”
And Castiel leaned forward, capturing the hunter’s lips in a heated, brutal kiss. Cas could taste blood, fear, and something that was purely Dean. Dean melted into the kiss.
“I’m tired of being used by you.” Castiel said, placing unforgiving bites along Dean’s neck. “You use my trust, my powers, my body. All without any regard to how I may feel, or what I want.” Castiel could feel the hunter’s body responding to him, despite the harsh treatment.
“I pulled you from Hell, remade your body, and saved you from death more times than I can count.” The angel thrust harshly, pulling a strangled groan from Dean. “Yet you treat me like I am in your debt.” Castiel’s free hand snaked in between them and fumbled at Dean’s zipper. He pulled the denim down just enough to fit his hand into Dean’s boxers, grabbing his cock. Dean groaned a partial protest as Castiel began stroking him harshly.
“Never again.” Cas growled. “I will no longer allow you to treat me as you have.” Their breathing came faster and more desperate. Cas twisted his hand, and pulled an orgasm from Dean. Dean slumped forward, panting against the rumpled trench coat.
Cas released his hold on Dean and pulled his own cock out of his pants. One hand grabbed the short hair on the top of Dean’s head and pulled. Dean cried out.
“Suck it.” Cas growled. Dazed and turned on, Dean sunk to his knees in the dirty alley. After a harsh tug on his hair, Dean took the angel into his mouth. Cas gasped and bucked forward. Holding his head in place, Cas kept thrusting into Dean’s mouth.
“How does it feel, Dean?” The angel gasped. “How does it feel to be used?” Dean whimpered pathetically around the angel. He could feel himself getting closer. Dean’s hands came up to stroke what little skin was exposed on the angel.
Two more thrusts, and the angel was spilling into the hunter’s mouth. Dean almost choked on the thick fluid, but swallowed all that he could. Cas pulled away from him and tucked himself back into his pants. He looked down into the teary, broken, green gaze of the hunter.
Cas touched two fingers to Dean’s forehead and he slumped over. He wiped up the small spot of come at the corner of Dean’s mouth before hauling his limp body up.
“Selfish bastard.” The angel grumbled before fluttering away to Bobby’s.
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