Fic: How To Keep Your Secret Marriage.....Kink-Meme
How to Keep Your Secret Marriage...A Secret
THREE: Angel Are Possessive, So Don’t Flirt With Flighty Blonds
A/N: This part kind of got away from me and turned into something I never intended….so below in possessive, kinky Cas with mild (very mild) bondage. Dean was a bad boy and needed to learn his lesson.
Dean liked it when Cas got jealous, it always ended with possessive sex that bowed Dean’s legs and had him walking funny for days on end. And usually Dean did things to make Cas jealous on purpose….usually. Tonight was not one of those usual nights.
To be fair…please be fair because Dean doubted Cas would be…Dean hadn’t known Cas was doing his stalker impression and peeping in on him. He should have known because as Cas has said before ‘he’s always watching’. But after four shots of prime tequila and three beers Dean’s brain hadn’t been working properly. He’d been having fun, his brother wasn’t being creepily weird and the blond chick at the bar making eyes at him was hot.
So Dean had made the stupidest, wrong, dumbest choice in the history of relationships and decided to go talk to the bombshell with a bust line that could shame Miss Pamela Anderson. The chat had gone nice, Dean’s eyes on the girls ample cleavage that looked ready to pop from the tight top she wore. The girl’s blue gaze between Dean’s thighs. Both of them stringing together meaningless words and wondering when they could leave to find a quite spot….
Not that Dean would have had sex with the girl. He was a married man after all….now only if his brain had remembered that in time to get his dick in check before Castiel had appeared then maybe, maybe Sam wouldn’t be looking at Dean from where he sat in the passenger seat with his bitch 45 expression on his face. It was the face that said Sam knew Dean had been keeping something from him. Dean ignored him….he couldn’t be worried about his pissed baby brother right now. Not when there was a pissed archangel waiting for him back at the motel.
…Anyways where had Dean been? Right, the girl, the bar, the pissed off dark-haired blue eyed angel that he was committed to….committed to hear that Cas….appearing just as the blond placed a warm palm on his thigh so close to where he was growing hard and starting to leak. The girl was leaning in, her breath hot and smelling of hard liquor brushing over his neck. Dean’s brain had then decided now was a good time to figure out why that wasn’t such a good idea. But by that time it was too late…the rough clearing of a throat behind him was enough to cool his heated blood and wilt his erection; removing any evidence that Dean had been doing anything wrong.
Apparently that wasn’t good enough for the angel who was throwing the blond a scathing look over Dean’s shoulder. Any second now Dean expected lightening to rip apart the heavens and come to earth to smite the poor girl where she stood….far too close to Dean. His hunter instincts kicked in to gear, the self preservation drive, and Dean moved away from the girl. Doing it slowly as not to attract the attention of his pissed off husband…Cas more than likely wouldn’t hurt the girl because she had not known that she was attempting to steal something that belonged to Cas. But Dean, Dean had known and Cas would angry with him for that.
The steel blue gaze of the angel didn’t leave the girl until she was out of the angel’s sight, then it swung to Dean. And holy shit, Dean thought it a good possibility that his husband might smite his ass.
“Cas I…”
Sam came over then, wanting to know what the hell was going on. Dean couldn’t get his eyes to leave Cas nor get his mouth to work properly to answer his baby bro. Cas didn’t seem to care about Sam’s worry, ignoring the tall man all-together and gripping Dean’s shoulder tightly where his mark rested in Dean’s skin. He herded Dean out of the bar, propelling him through the crowd of people and out into the chilly winter night air.
And fuck Dean was in so much trouble. Because angry didn’t cover it, pissed probably wasn’t a strong enough word to describe Cas at the moment. And Dean hated that, hated that he caused that because while some (most) of it had been caused by the angel’s natural possessiveness, there was a part of that simmering feeling that had been fueled by hurt.
“Cas…” Dean tired again.
Castiel didn’t say anything, just led him through the small parking lot and to the Impala. Dean’s keys were in his hand before he could blink and the driver side door was opening on its own.
“Go to the motel room. I’ll be waiting.” Damn Dean hadn’t known the angel’s voice could get that deep.
“You could just take me with you.” Dean hated flying angel air but he needed to fix this. To not have Cas pissed with him.
“No. I need the time to myself.”
Too cool off.
“Cas…”
“Get another room if you’re sharing with Sam.” And then the angel was gone….
….Now Dean was in the Impala and twitching like he had when the hell-hounds had been hunting his ass. Right now Dean would rather face the demonic beast than deal with heavens most badass warrior.
“Dean are you going to…?”
“No.” Dean gritted out.
“But…”
“No Sam, it’s nothing.”
Sam scoffed. “It sure has hell didn’t look like nothing. What did you do to make him so made?”
Dean didn’t answer and Sam almost looked like the old Sam when he slouched and pouted in the passenger seat.
The Impala slid smoothly into a spot and Dean jumped out of the car only tin linger in front of it. He toyed with the keycard to his room…and he was so glad wouldn’t have to come up with a reason for Sam to get another one…and looked at the green door. It didn’t look any different than the others, any scarier, but Dean knew what waited inside.
The fucked up part was he was more turned on than scared. Maybe he just trusted Cas enough to know the angel would never hurt him…maybe.
“Dean you okay?”
Because Sam sounded like he actually cared Dean threw him a weak tilt of lips that he hoped passed for a smile.
“Yeah Sammy.” With that Dean pushed away from the Impala.
Cas was seated in a chair when Dean entered; his shirt, suit jacket and trench-coat gone but the blue tie was still around his neck. It was looped lose and would come off with a jerk…Dean’s wrist tingled with the want to feel it wrapped around them. And if the way Cas was looking at him was anything to go by the tie would soon be securing him to the bed.
Fuck.
“Cas….”
The angel shook his head.
“Take off your cloths Dean and get on the bed.”
“Cas…”Dean shivered but did as he was told.
They didn’t play like this a lot, only when the absence of the ring made Dean forget who he belonged to. And when Cas came too close to dying on Dean did they do this.
And Dean loved it.
Stripped bare, Dean moved to the bed centering his body in the middle. His knees tucked under him and his hands folded behind his head.
“You forgot again Dean.”
“I….”
Cas was cheating again, using his angel tricks to work Dean’s body. Ghost fingers brushed over his body, running through his hair and skimming over his eyelids. Warm and rough fingertips smoothed over his chap lips and trailed down his chest. Dean’s nipples were pinched, making his body jerk and his breath catch. Lips wet and warm skimmed his dick and Dean moaned for his angel that sat across the room watching the pleasure he was inflicting on his hunter.
“I think you need to be reminded Dean.” Dean almost didn’t hear him Cas’ spoke so quietly.
Finger’s worked him open while he was sucked into a throat that wasn’t really there. His arms were pulled behind his back and the tie that had been hanging on Cas’ bare shoulders now held Dean’s hands were Cas wanted them.
Dean loved it but would deny that fact to his death.
He rode the edge between pain and pleasure, toeing the line that would push him beyond his limits and have him begging for Cas as he came in long streams of white come. When he opened his eyes and lifted he’s head to see Cas with hungry eyes and wet lips stroking that hard length that Dean so craved that line broke.
He was still jerking from the aftershocks of the orgasm when he was rolled onto his hands and knees. Cas didn’t hesitate to push into Dean, running a hand down Dean’s spine to palm an ass check in each hand. He held Dean open as his hips snapped forward.
It was too much, too soon, but Dean could only beg for more.
Cas fucked with unforgiving deep thrust, reminding Dean who he had chosen to belong to. Reminding Dean that no one else could give Dean what Cas could, that no one else could be to Dean what Cas was. And that no one ever had loved Dean like Cas did.
They became mixed together, blended in each other until their ends meshed and two became one. Then Cas was coming and Dean was coming and it hurt and was so good. Dean never wanted it to end, never wanted Cas to leave again.
Wings snapped through the air and Cas wrapped them around their sweaty, trembling bodies. Dean had been the only human in all of time to look upon Cas’ wings….and Dean would forever be the only human to do so. Because no one else could be to Cas what Dean was to the angel…
…Rule Number Three: Angel’s Are Possessive Bastards, But The Outcome Is Always Fun.
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