Hi gang! This is the sequel to my story "Look Into My Eyes". You don't have to read that first but I recommend it. I put this is the crossover section because it technically is but you don't have to know anything about Highlander to enjoy it.
We pick up pretty much where we left off. Oh and there's smut in this chapter.
For a while things were almost normal, well as normal as things could get for a hunter and an angel who were in love with each other. And who had both recently lost a brother each. The first case Bobby had been able to scrounge up for them was a simple salt and burn in Nebraska but a hunt was a hunt was a hunt.
Cas stared at Dean incredulously "You don't want me to use my powers?"
"It would make things too easy Cas, if you just smited the damn thing."
Cas sighed "The correct word is smote, Dean and I can't smite something that's already dead."
Dean ignored the grammar lesson and arched an eyebrow "Really? You mean you can't just snap your fingers and poof the ghost?"
"No. I can however to that to its bones but to the actual spirit…" he trailed off and then said "An archangel probably could though. Besides Dean, I am uncomfortable with just killing the spirit like that. Can't we try talking to it and asking it to move on first?"
Dean stared at him "Where did that question come from?"
Cas looked down, cheeks tinged "Well, Gabriel had this feature called Netflix and I saw this really engaging show called Ghost Whisperer and…"
Dean laughed and put a hand on Cas's shoulder "Okay babe, we can try that. But if it turns out to be violent we're torching the remains."
"Yes Dean."
…
Dean dragged Cas back into the motel room and sat him down in front of the TV "Cas, babe, I love you but you need to seriously work on your acting."
"I'm not entirely certain what I did wrong Dean."
Dean sighed and handed Cas the remote "You scared the dude. I'm pretty sure he pissed his pants. So, I want you to find a crime show to watch and take notes on how the cops act, okay?"
Cas looked up at him "Very well Dean. What will you do while I am taking notes?"
"I'm gonna go talk to the cops and next case, we'll see what you learned." Dean leaned down and kissed his cheek "I'll come back with dinner."
…
Castiel had every intention of doing as Dean asked; it always made him so happy to please his hunter. He scrolled through the menu on the TV, looking for something about police procedure and came across a show that was titled "Handcuffs." Figuring that was probably what he was meant to watch he pressed 'Play."
A very attractive female in a very tight police uniform walked on screen. Her breasts were far too perfect to be natural. She walked slowly, twirling a baton towards a cell that contained a well-muscled man in prison garb.
Castiel tilted his head, he suddenly got the impression this might not be what Dean had in mind but he was too curious to turn away. He had seen pornographies at Gabriel's house after the archangel told him it was all right as long as Gabriel wasn't home at the time. Apparently men, unless they were romantically involved, were not supposed to watch porn together. Halfway through the film, he had his pants undone and his cock out. While he found females ascetically pleasing to a degree and he had unlimited respect for them, he preferred the hard lines and contours of the male body. He wondered if the motel had some same-sex porn available, though there was something enjoyable about this kind as well. Perhaps it was the plot.
The man was handcuffed to the sink in the cell and the woman was riding him, bouncing up and down, making obscene noises. Castiel stroked his member to the rhythm of the music in the background and he wondered what it would be like for Dean to enter him? So far Castiel had been on top each time because Dean seemed to enjoy it so much and Castiel wanted to know why. Tonight he was going to have Dean show him what was so wonderful about being on the bottom.
He climaxed thinking about this scenario, completely ignoring the rest of the film. When it was over he scrolled through the available options again and found a heterosexual one he had been fascinated by at Gabriel's, The Pizza Man.
Just why did the babysitter enjoy being spanked so much? Would Dean enjoy it? Would Castiel? They already liked things a little rough, perhaps they could spice things up a little.
The door opened and Dean came in, carrying of all things, a pizza. He set the box down on the table, took one look at the TV and said "That is not a crime drama, Cas."
"I'm aware" Castiel had stroked himself into hardness again "I was distracted Dean, I apologize. You'll have to choose one for me."
Dean sat next to him "You been watching porn this whole time?"
"Yes. Would you like to watch with me? Gabriel told me that only couples should watch porn together."
Dean looked at Castiel's face and then down at his crotch "You already got off once by the looks of it."
Castiel's cheeks flushed "Yes, I was thinking about you. Dean, I would like to know what you enjoy about receiving. I want you to be on top tonight."
Dean's green eyes were blown wide with sudden lust and he pulled him into a kiss "Whatever you want, babe" he murmured. He lowered himself so he was kneeling before him on the floor and he wrapped his mouth around Castiel's cock.
"Oh, Dean" Castiel forced off Dean's jacket and undid his tie. Dean shrugged out of his own shirt and rested his hands on Castiel's knees, taking him as far as he could. While Castiel did not have a gag reflex, Dean did and the angel had to be careful not to thrust too hard lest the man choke. But Dean had been practicing by stuffing whole bananas into his mouth which only served to turn Castiel on.
Castiel removed the top half of his own clothing and then pulled Dean off of him and onto his lap "I don't want to come too soon, Pumpkin," he purred using the endearment he only used during the act of lovemaking. Surprisingly Dean had liked it from the start.
Dean straddled him, "You got it, babe" he smashed their mouths together and pushed Cas back down on the bed. He trailed kisses down Castiel's chin, neck and down to his chest where he latched on to a nipple with his mouth, while fingering the other.
Castiel groaned and bucked his hips up. He ran his hands down Dean's back, one sliding underneath the waistband of his slacks, and sliding a finger in the cleft of his ass.
Dean moaned "Fuck, baby" his mouth and hand traded nipples.
"Dean, please" Castiel panted "get on with it."
Dean chuckled and licked his way down Castiel's torso, swirling around his belly button.
"Deeeaaan" Castiel lifted his hips.
Dean got the message and pulled his pants and underwear all the way off. The hunter got off the bed and dug through his bag "Put your knees up babe."
Castiel had done so as soon as Dean had left the bed "You don't need to tell me, Dean."
Dean took off his own pants and shoes, kicking them somewhere and moved to stand at the foot of the bed, tube of lube in his hand. He stared down at Castiel's hole, swallowed thickly and licked his lips. He took a breath "Cas, I wanna try something if you don't mind."
Castiel had a thought of what Dean might be referring to, he had seen it a few times in films he's watched and found it arousing. But he'd been afraid to bring it up with Dean, he wasn't sure the hunter would care for the idea "You can try anything you like with me, my love."
Dean got on his knees on the bed, setting the lube to the side. He pushed Castiel back further. The angel provided more access by lifting his legs into the air and spreading them wide—he was quite flexible. Dean groaned at the sight "You are one gorgeous son of a bitch, you know that?" He lowered himself down, grabbed Castiel's thighs and lifted him up slightly.
Dean started with a lick to Castiel's balls, and then moved to the flesh surrounding his entrance.
"Oh, oh Dean" Castiel shivered pleasantly as the human's tongue prodded at the hole. The angel's breath came quicker, this was quite the pleasurable experience; there was just something wonderfully tingly about the soft yet strong wet muscle lapping at such a private spot. Dean's tongue poked in further causing Castiel to cry out "Oh fuck, Dean!"
Dean grinned up at him "Oh baby, I love it when you talk dirty."
"Fuck me Dean" Castiel threw his head back and closed his eyes. He soon felt a lubed finger sliding into his entrance. He swirled and twisted it around, before another joined it. Castiel jerked up when Dean found his prostate.
"Yeah, you like that baby? You like my fingers stretching you wide, getting you ready for my cock?"
"Yes, Dean, please" he opened his eyes and wrapped his legs around Dean's waist, crossing his ankles "fuck me. I want you inside me. Now!" he growled.
"So demanding," Dean lined himself up.
"You know you love it."
Dean smirked and pushed himself in "Castiel" he moaned "you're so fucking tight baby, feels so good."
As Dean began to thrust, Castiel could see why the hunter enjoyed it so. It just felt right. Then Castiel remembered the position he saw in the film "Dean" he rasped out "Dean, I want to, I want to sit on your lap while you fuck me."
Dean blinked and his eyes got big "Oh baby" he slid out of him and sat on the edge of the bed.
Castiel crawled over to him and straddled his lap, lowering himself back onto Dean's impressive cock.
Dean groaned "Oh yeah, baby, that's it. You fuck yourself on my cock, that's it."
This angle worked much better and it allowed Castiel's prostate to be stimulated each time "Yes Dean, yes" he moved up and down, riding Dean's cock hard and fast "so good Dean, so fucking good. Touch me Dean."
Dean wrapped his hand around Castiel's nearly finished member and stroke in time to his own thrusts. "I'm close, baby, so close."
"Me too," the heat coiled and his muscles tensed "oh Dean!" he came with one last jerk of Dean's wrist.
Dean's other hand tightened on Castiel's hip "Castiel!" he called, spilling himself up into him.
They rested their heads together as they caught their breath.
"I think the pizza got cold" Castiel said after a minute.
Dean kissed him "Don't care, I like cold pizza."
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Dean, still naked but whatever, bit into a cold slice of pizza "So, Cas, you wanna tell me just how you got distracted from watching a cop show?"
Cas sat across from him "I came across a film called "Handcuffs"; I thought it might be the genre you wanted. But I was wrong."
Dean arched an eyebrow "And you kept watching it why?"
"I was intrigued." Cas, though he constantly said he "did not require sustenance" was eating a slice of pizza as well. Dean was trying to get him in the habit of eating "Dean, may I ask why you decided to use your tongue tonight?"
Dean had been afraid of this question "Why? Didn't you like it?"
"Oh I enjoyed it very much, Dean. I admit it is an activity I've been wanting to try with you but I wasn't sure you'd be receptive to the notion."
Dean ran a hand through his hair and set down his pizza "Well, I gotta confess something to ya, Cas. I've always been bisexual. You're the first dude I've been with but I, uh, have watched gay porn once or twice. You know when I first saw someone do the tongue thing I was grossed out but I got used to the idea eventually. And ever since we got together I've been wanting to do it with you, I just didn't know how to explain it." Wow, he was surprisingly comfortable talking to Cas about sex.
Cas reached across the table and put a hand over Dean's "That was my issue. Perhaps we should be more open about our sexual desires. There should be no modesty between lovers."
"Yeah, you're right" Dean swallowed "So what else have you been thinking about?"
"Well, we have yet to make love in the Impala."
"Okay, here, wait" Dean got up and took the complimentary notepad and pen from the side table "let's make a list" he sat back down and wrote Sex in Baby on the top.
"Have you been thinking of anything new?" Cas asked.
"I, uh, wouldn't say now to eating pie off your chest."
Cas colored prettily "You may write that down."
Dean did so "Your turn."
"I'm interested in restraints and spanking…but only if you are."
Dean thought about it "I'll restrain you, if you want, but I'm not sure I can handle it myself." Not after hell.
Cas nodded "Of course Dean, I understand."
"But I think I can go for the spanking, no problem."
…
Eventually they had managed to take out the ghost. It was actually boringly easy so they didn't feel guilty taking the time to have lots and lots of sex. As fun as the sex was they both still wanted to kill something that wasn't already dead. So they were on the lookout. Normal couples didn't go looking for trouble but Dean and Cas…well, they weren't exactly a normal couple. They were rather unique in every way.
Okay, so don't worry. We'll see how Sam's doing in a couple of chapters or so.
My plan to is update at least once a week depending...I've got other crap on my mind. You know how it goes.
Please review. I've gone over this a bunch of times but if you spot a glaring typo, for the love of Chuck let me know and I'll fix it.
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