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Dean could feel his body temperature rising when he heard those delightful sounds that his angel was making, just for him, because of him. Dean latched his lips to the Angels neck, biting, sucking, and licking softly until a bruise formed on his pretty soft skin. The hunter nuzzled his neck after placing more kisses along the Angels jawline, neck, and bare chest.

"Mmmhm baby you..." he kissed his chest more... "you...y you are so sexy," he moaned, his words heavy and lustful as they spilled from his lips. His fingers worked at that spot, massaging his sweet spot. The hunter could already tell the angel was getting close, by the way he was trembling and how he started to cling to him.

"Mm that's it angel," he cooed placing more sloppy kisses along his chest. Moments later Dean moved his hand away, giving his ass a quick slap before grabbing the small bottle of lubricant on the bed. He moved quickly to pour a good amount into his hand and move his now line coated hand up and down his own arousal.

Dean moaned softly when he first made contact with his own need, that was throbbing and aching at this point for some kind of contact. After a few moments the hunter removed his hand, moving into position over his lover. He smirked, licking his lips slightly leaning down giving him a few kisses.

"You ready for me angel?" He asked positioning himself, his tip pressing softly into Cas. "Tell me how much you want me," the hunter said softly pressing in slightly more, teasingly...

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Guilty by association

“For the last time I did not do it. Why do you boys, not understand that?” She demanded, looking up at the police officers. “I was merely ther by accident.” She took a deep breath. “Now I think it would be a wee bit better for us all, if you were to say let me out of this room. Don’t you think?” She smiled. “Well?”

A moment later, she watched them leaving. “Wait! I was talking to you. You can’t bloody leave me in this room. I’ve done nothing wrong! Hello?” She rolled her eyes as she settled in her chair. This was quite unfair. she’d not committed a crime. Why were they holding here there?

She sighed in boredom, as she began to drum her nails against the desk. How long were they going to hold her? She tried to keep herself entertained, though it felt like hours before she heard the door open. “Let me guess…More questions?” She asked, looking up. “I’ve already told you all I know.” @angelbootyandpie

Dean was alone on this one, Sam had gone off to hunt a nest of vamps in Colorado and Cas was off god knows where, but Dean already had a lead on this case. Witches…hex bags at the crime scene was a pretty obvious hint. Once the elder hunter found out they had a possible suspect and had them in custody the hunter knew he had to check it out.

“Well well,” he said walking into the room. He knew he smelt witches but he never suspected he would come face to face with no other than Rowena, a familiar face. “A familiar face Rowena,” the hunter said walking over and leaning against the desk in front of her. He then reached in his jacket pocket and pulled out the hex bag which he held up for her to see then.

“It seems a bit sloppy to be your work but you know, I could be wrong,” he started tossing the hex bag in her lap and scowling. “..but they did say they found you at the crime scene, so it’s pretty obvious and you happen to be a…witch, so the pieces of the puzzle are fitting together nicely,” he sneered slightly. “So, was he and old enemy? Friend? Or both?” He asked referring to the man who was murdered.

“Dean Winchester?” She asked, straightening up. “My am I surprised-no that’s a lie…I’m not surprised. But I am quite happy to see you here. Now I can finally get-” She looked at the hexbag he’d dropped in her lap. “Wait, you think I did this? You’ve got to be kidding me.”

<p>She inspected the bag. “This is horrible workmanship. It was done quickly, as if in a rush. Now why would you think I actually did this? I thought you knew me a wee bit better then this.” She leaned forward. “You have to believe me Dean. I didn’t do it. Honestly, the last thing I would have wanted was to kill someone who was going to help me.” <p> She took a deep breath. “I was there because, well the man who was killed…I was supposed to have a wee business transaction with him. When I arrived, he was dead on the scene, and the police came shortly after. I was cuffed and brought here. ”

Deans brows raised when she explained why she was where she was when she was and how now she looked like a suspect. Well, she was right...that workmanship was to sloppy to be Rowena's and he did know her better than that. But that the man was still killed by a witch and she was well...a witch.

"Business?" He asked curious his brow raising as he folded his arms. "Well...how am I supposed to believe that? It might be to sloppy to be your work but the fact is it was still done by a witch, so tell me Rowena...what kind of business did you have with this man?"

Guilty by association

“For the last time I did not do it. Why do you boys, not understand that?” She demanded, looking up at the police officers. “I was merely ther by accident.” She took a deep breath. “Now I think it would be a wee bit better for us all, if you were to say let me out of this room. Don’t you think?” She smiled. “Well?”

A moment later, she watched them leaving. “Wait! I was talking to you. You can’t bloody leave me in this room. I’ve done nothing wrong! Hello?” She rolled her eyes as she settled in her chair. This was quite unfair. she’d not committed a crime. Why were they holding here there?

She sighed in boredom, as she began to drum her nails against the desk. How long were they going to hold her? She tried to keep herself entertained, though it felt like hours before she heard the door open. “Let me guess…More questions?” She asked, looking up. “I’ve already told you all I know.” @angelbootyandpie

Dean was alone on this one, Sam had gone off to hunt a nest of vamps in Colorado and Cas was off god knows where, but Dean already had a lead on this case. Witches...hex bags at the crime scene was a pretty obvious hint. Once the elder hunter found out they had a possible suspect and had them in custody the hunter knew he had to check it out.

"Well well," he said walking into the room. He knew he smelt witches but he never suspected he would come face to face with no other than Rowena, a familiar face. "A familiar face Rowena," the hunter said walking over and leaning against the desk in front of her. He then reached in his jacket pocket and pulled out the hex bag which he held up for her to see then.

"It seems a bit sloppy to be your work but you know, I could be wrong," he started tossing the hex bag in her lap and scowling. "..but they did say they found you at the crime scene, so it's pretty obvious and you happen to be a...witch, so the pieces of the puzzle are fitting together nicely," he sneered slightly. "So, was he and old enemy? Friend? Or both?" He asked referring to the man who was murdered.

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John rubbed at his face tiredly. So much for doing better by his boys this time. “Hell. I’m not doing this right. What I mean is I’m gonna make sure you and Sam don’t end up anywhere I can’t mount a breakout.”

He was worried about them - that they found it so easy to make that deal. “I’m just getting old, son. Can’t take those kinds of surprises well.” He put a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “What matters is that it sorted itself out.”

Dean listened to his father speak, his eyes still cast downwards or anywhere but his father. It was hard for him to hear his dad getting after him, so he just nodded and cast his eyes up slightly when his father stopped speaking him.

"Yeah I understand dad, sorry..." he said looking at his fathers hand as it was set on his shoulder. "...I felt helpless dad, there was no way both of us would get so I did what I had to do. Maybe it was a dumb decision dad but I'm doing what you have told me to do all my life," he responded making eye contact. "...watch out for sammy right?"

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Each kiss pressed to his chest sent a tingle of electricity surging along Cas’ skin. Having a physical body, a vessel, took time to get used to. But whenever he experienced things like this with Dean, arousal, it was nearly unfathomable how much more sensitive he became, to every little touch.

A slow breath was taken in when the binding pressure was eased the moment the hunter undid his pants for him. There was no hiding the effect Dean had on him, how quickly he was able to provoke that needful reaction in him, and he lifted his hips to assist in the removal of his suit-pants as Dean slid them off.

The angel bit his lower lip, watching Dean lean close to him again he couldn’t hold back the muffled whimper that sounded in his throat as those perfect lips were placed upon his skin. His stomach fluttered, and he had to try not to squirm when Dean gifted him with another kiss, a little lower.

Cas couldn’t take his eyes off of that glorious man. He was captivated, and dumbfounded. He loved hearing Dean’s voice, hearing him say those things to him, but any semblance of verbosity the angel possessed had gone right out the window, and all he could do was stare.

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Cas’ head tilted back to feel Dean nuzzling into him, and his hand moved up to lace fingers into the hunter’s hair, exhlaing needful sighs with each kiss gifted to his neck. Able to hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. Seconds later the seraph gasped, and and gripped unintentionally to the other’s hair when those nimble fingers moved over a particularly sensitive spot.

Another gasp was sounded, along with a confused whimper of loss when that touch was suddenly taken from him, and he found himself pushed back onto the bed. The angel looked disoriented for a moment, until those bright blue eyes locked onto the hunter now above him.

The look on Dean’s face made Cas’ heart skip a beat, and his tongue moved forward to wet his lips. Unable to stop himself from pressing into his lover’s touch as Dean’s hand trailed up his thigh.

He nodded his head in reply, and murmured a distracted “Yes.” While watching Dean with a needful and awestruck expression.

Dean smiled, biting down on his lip when he heard the sound coming from the Angels lips. He exhaled a pleased sound and nuzzled into his neck. When the angel was laying now on his back the hunter looked down at him like he was just something of pure beauty, because to Dean he was.

When Dean heard the Angels voice murmuring his approval the elder Winchester smiled and licked his lips. This was music to his ears, dean leaned down gifting a few kisses to his chest before sliding his hands down the Angels body. He quickly with a flick of his wrists got the belt of the Angels pants undone and slide them off.

"I love seeing you get like this," the hunter said softly leaning down and softly kissing his stomach. "It's so sexy," he breathed looking up at him and placing more kisses to his lower stomach.

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“I don’t care what situation you’re in, Dean, never make a deal like that again. This family has lost too much for us to be throwin’ our lives away like it’s an old wrapper. We’ve got too many people with more resources and power in play at the moment to take any of us out of commission. You understand, son?”

Deans eyes locked on his fathers face, paying full attention to him when he was speaking. His lips pressed together, his brows furrowing. Yeah maybe it was a dumb idea, but they were pretty much 'dead' anyway. At least this way one of them could carry on.

"Alright alright I understand sir," he said giving his dad a nod. His eyes locked with his old mans eyes for a moment before he cast them downwards. "I'm sorry..." his voice said softly.

Purgatory [Benny&Dean]

Purgatory was a filthy place….but so were its inhabitants. His only companion was a vampire he befriended named Benny. After Cas had disappeared he had no one, until the vampire came along. They looked out for each other, helped each other, looked out for each other. Even though vampire was the last person a hunter would befriend, well…Benny meant no harm and Dean could honestly say he felt safe in the vampires company.

Dean had lost track of the days he had spent in that horrible place. It could have been months, years….that’s what it felt like…or just days. He had lost count, always being on edge will do that to you. They came to a clearing with a flowing river, it seemed like a safe place to rest for a moment. Without hesitation he bent down to scoop water from the river to his hand, gulping some up and splashing some over his face, washing his face as well as he could and the back of his neck.

“We should make camp here,” dean said in his gruff voice shaking the excess water from his hand and face. He looked over to his vampire companion as he stood and looked around the small area again. @thegoodvampire

Benny scanned the area quickly, machete hung over his shoulder. His grip loosened slightly and his posture shifted. He nodded at Dean. “Looks good.”

He frowned and looked around again. Benny hated this place. The trees, thick yet sparse blocked his view, but it was the same as everywhere else around here. The vampire pointed towards a patch of ground a few meters from the water, there was a tall tree behind it (shelter) and water (drinkable?). Benny mind was trained to try and keep the human alive. “There’s good.”

Deans eyes scanned the area as the vampire spoke to him and he nodded in agreement. The spot Benny choose would due just fine. Dean cleared his throat as he slumped against one of the trees and sighing. He let his body slide down the tree, sitting at the base. He pulled out his knife, looking it over and keeping it by his side....just in case.

"This place..." he said looking around. "We need to find Cas and get out, how far do we have to go?" He asked observing the vampire. If it wasn't for this vampire he didn't know how long he would last in this place. He was doing alright there by himself for awhile but he was well...thankful to have the vampire.