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Chapter Seven

"Dean, Dean, Deeeeaaaan"

Alistair's scratchy voice called out his name continuously and Dean fidgeted in discomfort, feeling the blade cut into his skin.

The maniacal laughter streaming from Alistair's lips was enough to tip Dean over the edge and tears flowed freely from his eyes, streaking his face as a blood curdling scream tore from his vocal chords.

"You make such wonderful, pained sounds Dean…"

"Fuck you" Dean spat his words at Alistair, along with a gob full of blood that filled his mouth.

Alistair's grin fell and he growled openly, wiping the mixture of spit and blood off his face.

"Why you little…"

Dean flinched from Alistair's outstretched hand and threatening glare, only to be hit by a blinding light which forced him to squeeze his eyes shut.

He felt a tight grip on his shoulder, almost a burning sensation and was too afraid to open his eyes.

A voice filtered into his ears, the sound of his name repeated. Although this time it was not the scratchy sound of Alistair, it was the familiar and comforting voice of the angel that saved him. Castiel.

"I've got you Dean Winchester, you're safe now…"

"Cas?" Dean choked out and forced his eyes open to see nothing but wide blue eyes staring down at him.

An overwhelming feeling of pleasure drifted over Dean's body and he moaned loudly, his eyes fluttering to a close once more, this time in pure un-adulterated pleasure.

"Oh God Cas" He moaned shamelessly, his hips rutting upwards and meeting solid friction.

Cas' voice echoed through his ear, Dean's name repeatedly playing out in a smooth, gravelly and slightly shaky voice.

"Dean…Dean…Dean…My Dean"

…

"DEAN"

The older Winchester bolted upright in bed at the sound of his name, only this time in Sam's slightly suspicious and concerned voice.

Dean wiped the sweat from his brow and blinked rapidly, his gaze following the feeling of a hand on his shoulder to see Sam staring back at him.

"You Ok?" Sam asked, removing his hand and standing up from his position on Dean's motel bed.

He grunted in response and glanced down to see himself fully clothed, before looking to the clock that read 3pm.

"Must have drifted off" Dean mumbled, sitting up on his bed and leaning forward in a hope to hide the slight tightening in his jeans.

Sam frowned and sat on his own bed, eyeing Dean suspiciously.

"Nightmare?"

Dean's head whipped up, he was so used to Sam asking the same question with the same look of concern every time and he was glad that this time he could honestly say;

"No, definitely not"

He was so used to having the usual nightmare's about hell, this particular one had taken a turn for the better and although Dean was pretty sure that's probably not how his rescue mission played out, he liked the way his mind wandered. Fitting two very real situations and moulding them together in one time zone, his recent experience with Cas clearly clouding his mind and his dreams.

Dean would be lying if he had said he wasn't thankful for it.

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"I freakin hate witches"

Dean declared as he entered their motel room, Sam right behind him.

They had just finished up on a local hunt, weirdly nothing to do with the possible approaching apocalypse, just a good old witch hunt and Dean was more than happy to take a witch down any day of the week.

Sam pulled out a chair and sat down at the table in the motel room, pulling his laptop over and booting it up.

"Geek…" Dean muttered as he flopped onto the bed.

Sam smirked slightly, always enjoying these moments when they almost feel, normal again?

"…What are you doin anyway?" Dean mumbled, his arm flung across his face.

"Research, gonna see if there's anymore cases in town" Sam replied confidently, tapping away on the keys.

Dean shook his head and pushed himself up into a sitting position, staring with confusion at Sam, who was focused intently on his laptop screen.

"Seriously? We just bested a god damn witch like ten minutes ago and you what?…wanna throw on the proton pack and go fight more ghosts and ghouls?"

Sam chuckled at the reference but ignored Dean in favour of continuing with his typing.

A flutter of wings sounded in the motel room and Dean's head whipped up, noting Castiel now standing by Sam's side.

"You won't find anything else in this town, it's clean"

Sam physically jumped out of his seat, clearly not noticing Cas' arrival until he spoke and Dean simply smirked in Sam's direction, amused by the situation.

"Who ya gonna call!" Dean yelled, a happy grin spread across his face.

The younger Winchester threw his brother bitch face number #21 which screamed 'Ha ha, very funny…not'.

Cas simply tilted his head in that adorable way and frowned at Dean.

"I don't understand…"

"Yeah yeah, the reference…we know" Dean finished Cas' sentence, his hand waving dismissively in the air.

Sam sighed and sat back down, returning to his laptop.

"Why are you so intent on finding something to hunt in this town Sam?" Castiel enquired casually.

"Just ignore the bookworm, he's clearly frustrated…" Dean began to tease but was cut off by Sam's serious voice.

"Ruby said the practice helps, for when the time comes for me to take down Lilith"

Cas tensed and immediately glanced at Dean, whose face had fallen from gleeful to angry in seconds. They had gone almost an entire night and day without Sam mentioning the bitch and he just had to go and ruin it all, minutes before a new day was due to start.

Dean gritted his teeth together and bit back a comment about the demon whore in favour of standing abruptly, storming over to where Cas stood.

"I'm going out for a drink…you coming Cas?"

Castiel frowned, his eyes skating over Dean's face in curiosity and earning a visible shiver from the hunter.

He nodded once and Dean made a beeline for the door, knowing Cas would follow his lead.

"You're taking Cas to a bar? Really?"

Sam's voice halted Dean's steps and he simply nodded, before walking out of the motel, Castiel hot on his heels.

Dean marched towards his impala, keys in hand and flung open the passenger door.

"Get in" He commanded and Cas immediately obeyed, getting into the car.

Once Dean was seated in his usual spot in the car, he started up the engine and stared out of the window in front of him.

"Where is this…bar?" Castiel asked hesitantly, moving his gaze fully onto Dean and waiting for an answer.

Dean broke his stare out of the window and locked with Cas' eyes, suddenly his nightmare/dream creeping back into the forefront of his mind as he looked into deep blue eyes beside him.

Dean's hand reached out of its own accord and squeezed Cas' knee, before snaking it slowly down his inner thigh and cupping him through the dress pants he wore.

The angel's breath hitched slightly at the renewed contact that he had so wanted to desperately feel again since that first night with Dean, just days ago.

Cas' breath picked up speed and his eyelids fluttered closed when the hunter squeezed and rubbed him with more added pressure, earning a moan from the angel.

Dean smirked mischievously at the reaction.

"We're not going to a bar."