The first thing Dean did after he finished up the hunt with Garth was call Steve. He had promised to make it up to him after ditching him for a hunt.

Steve said, "Hey, Dean, did the case go okay?"

"Went good. Garth didn't even get knocked out. You alone right now?"

"That's good. I actually kind of ran into some ghouls with Shield. Took care of it fine, got ghoul guts on my shield, but overall with the help of Gabriel I convinced everyone about monsters, although I think they don't like it." Steve asked, "I'm alone on my floor in the tower. Why do you ask?"

Dean replied, "Just go to your room, lock the door, and I'll tell you."

Steve chuckled, "At least give me a hint."

Dean spoke in a sultry voice, "I just wanted to try something from the list."

Steve couldn't get to his room fast enough making sure to lock the door so none of his team would barge in. He wasn't leaving unless aliens were raining down from the sky, again.

Dean chuckled, "That you understood, huh?" He sighed contently, "Hmm, I was just thinking of you and decided to call since I ditched you and all. It's-ah-good thing you're not in some meeting-." Dean moaned low in his throat, "Or something with your team."

Steve whispered scandalously, "Dean, ar-are you getting off while I'm talking to you?"

"Phone sex, babe. You want me to talk dirty to you, darlin', wanna know how I get off just to the thought of you touching me. That I'm jerking off while talking to you. Want me to tell you all the things I want you to do to me when I see you again? I get hot and bothered just thinking about it."

Steve palmed his growing erection through his jeans, "Yes. Lord, yes."

"I want you to shove me against the wall like you did that one time in the bunker." Dean said, "I wanna feel you press your hard dick against mine and I wanna feel your tongue against my neck and I want you to give me a hickie in that spot you know drives me crazy." Although Steve couldn't see it, he could imagine Dean jerking his cock tantalizingly slow with a grin plastered on his face as he spoke to Steve on the phone. Steve slid his underwear and pants down just enough so he could touch himself.

Dean continued, "I want you to shove your hands through my hair. You know how I like it rough like that. I wanna shove my hand down those slacks of yours so I can have your burning hot cock in my hand. I'll tug on your foreskin just the way you like it, baby. I really know how much you like that one trick I do with my tongue. I'll moan and beg all pretty for you to take me and for you to have your way with me however you want. God, I'm getting harder just thinking about it. Wanna know what I want next?"

Steve held the phone against his ear with his shoulder with one hand tugging on his cock,while the other fondled his balls, "I don't know, Doll, you gotta tell me what you want."

"I want you to shove two of those long fingers of yours right into me. I'll be nice and relaxed for you if you don't let up on the necking with me. I wanna feel you press that spot in me that feels oh so good." Steve figured if Dean was trying to seduce him through the phone it was sure working as a wave of pleasure made him groan, "I'll enjoy it, baby, but it'll be oh so much better when you fill me up. I know you've gotten to liking it, but it's my turn now. It's been so long since I've felt your thick cock inside me. I want you to spread my thighs, put your cock in my ass, and I want you to fill me up. I want it badly. I got three fingers in my already, but I want you, I want you so bad." Dean whined seductively.

Steve nearly had to stop himself from cumming right then and there, "I'd take you right against the wall. I'd go slow just to tease you, doll. You'll feel it inch by inch as I fill you up. I'll rock into you slow at first then faster until I'm pounding you against the wall." As Steve spoke all he heard on the other end of the line was Dean's obscenities, moans, and grunts of pleasure, "I wanna make you feel so good you'll scream, sugar. I want you glistening in sweat as you hold onto the wall when I fuck you. I want you bent over in front of me right now. I'm so hard I could cum at that sight, doll, you know that."

"Fuck yes, baby, fill me up. Pound me against the wall, bed, floor I don't care. I just want your cock. I'll scream for you, darlin', only for you. Oh fucking hell, Steve, so good. God, baby, I'm gonna-fuck fuck fuck!"

Steve panted and jerked himself through his own orgasim when he heard Dean cum. He'd have to wash his bedsheets later, but he didn't care. The phone slid off his shoulder and his head hit the pillow as he palmed his softening erection. He breathed heavily and wiped the sweat from his brow before he reached for the fallen phone, "Dean, you okay?"

The phone was silent for a moment before Steve heard rustling and Dean answered, "I am fan-fucking-tastic. You were so good, baby. You should work for a sex-line. Wait, on second thought no. I don't want anyone else hear you talking like that. That was fucking erotic as hell. Jesus, where'd you learn that."

Steve chuckled, "Only you get to hear me talk like that. I learned it from you, you dope. I feel kinda dirty saying all that, but you definitely made it up to me, even though I understand why you had to help Garth."

Dean shushed him, "Garth is the last thing I want to think about in my post-orgastmic haze. He's cute, but in the way babies and puppies are cute. Not my type and he's Garth. I should hope you feel dirty. I know I do. I doubt Sammy would like it if he showed up to my motel when I had my pants around my ankles, jizz on my thighs, and lube-well everywhere."

Steve smacked his forehead, "Dean, I know I said for Sam and you to come to New York, but you don't have to try and traumatize him every time you see him."

"Too late." He replied.

Sam's voice could be heard through the phone,"THE FUCKING SHIT, DEAN!"

Castiel said, "Dean, you are half naked."

Dean cackled and Steve heard the door of the motel room slam.

Castiel asked, "Dean, do you require assistance?"

"Get out for a sec, Cas. I like how you're unflappable, but give me some privacy to clean up alright."
"Alright."

Steve tried and failed not to laugh, "Dean!"

Dean replied, "You gotta admit that was funny. I'll see you soon, babe."

"See you soon, Dean."

Tony and Dean managed to sneak off to Tony's lab before Sam could stop them. They went over schematics for some of Tony's newest inventions, and Dean tried his hardest not to squeal when he got to put his hands on one of Tony's Iron Man suits. Steve introduced Sam to the other Avengers so Tony and Dean could have their fun. Dean and Sam both talked to Clint and Natasha about what they were most skilled at in hand-to-hand and Clint's exceptional skills as a marksman. Dean bragged about Sam's excellence as a sniper and shooting from a distance, but Sam always tried to downplay Dean's wild tales.

Dean didn't know when Sam had the time to prepare a slideshow, but the kid had put together a slideshow of every monster they'd encountered along with pictures and or drawings that were definitely not done by Sam. Sam was in full on teacher mode as he sat the Avengers down in the communal living area with his frickin' powerpoint and having Dean stand at his side so he didn't fuck up his little lecture.

Sam began, "Nearly every story you've heard about creatures that go bump in the night are real. My brother and I hunt them, or at least the one's who harm or kill humans.

We'll be teaching you how to defend yourselves and kill monsters like the ghouls you just witnessed Steve kill. Beheading or massive damage to the head is the only way to kill them, so that's why Steve killed them the way he did even though it was pretty gorey. Now, there are werewolves, vampires, ghosts, demons, angels, ghouls, pagan gods, poltergeists, reapers, wendigos, pagan gods, skinwalkers, hellhounds, kitsune, arachne, black dogs, leviathan, Amazons, banshees, revenants, changelings. Djinn, rawheads. Sirens, fairies, familiars, golems, dragons, lamia, pishtacos, okami, shojo, ruguru, vetala, zombies, even the boogieman or boogiemen exist and prey on children mostly."

Bruce raised his hand, "When you mean angels and demons does that mean everything in Christianity has some basis of truth rather than other religions."
Sam explained, "It's like this. Every religion you can think of does exist, but power comes from the followers which is why Christianity is practically topdog. God with a capital G and gods with a little g are two different things. We've met Kali and Ganesha, but we've also had a run in with the archangel Michael and Samhain."

Dean piped up, "I can tell you the Force doesn't exist though, believe me, I've tried."

Sam rolled his eyes, "Sasquatch doesn't exist either, but that deals with evolution and not really monsters. Monsters, with demons and angels as exceptions, are children of Eve. Eve created them like Lucifer created the first demon, Lilith, and the first ones she created are called Alphas; not to be confused with the werewolf pack term for an Alpha. Most of them are dead now, although the alpha vamp is still kicking to our knowledge."

Tony asked, "So are angels the good guys?"

Dean replied, "Angels aren't all fluffy wings and Hallmark. They're warriors. Some give a damn about humanity, some want us mud monkeys to burn, but most have their own agenda and don't care if humans get in the way."

Natasha said, "You mentioned Lucifer. Is he ruling hell and did you say you actually met him."

Sam nodded, "Yes, we've met him but that's not really an experience we want a repeat of. He's locked in the cage, where God put him after the fall. Hell is more political than you would think and right now the King is a demon named Crowley who took the throne after Lilith and another demon, Azazel, died and Lucifer went back into the pit. Lucifer doesn't care much for demons anyway, since he used to be an archangel."

Tony smirked and raised his hand nonchalantly, "Hey, do Thor and Loki exist?"

Sam began, "Presumably, we've never met them per say, but we've met other Norse gods and we've seen Thor's-"

Sam stopped talking when there was a flash of lighting outside and thunder rolled throughout the sky. Dean scratched his head, "The weatherman said it'd be sunny skys for at least four days. What the hell?"

Clint snickered behind his hand.

Another clap of thunder made the brothers' jolt to attention. The Avengers turned to the balcony and didn't even jump when the sudden downpour stopped and a figure was waiting behind the balcony doors. Sam and Dean both raised their guns at the broad figure wielding a large battle hammer. Tony mumbled under his breath, "It's hard to have dramatic entrances with point break around."

Clint got up to open the door while Steve tried to calm down the Winchester brothers, "That's just Thor, he's on the team, he's not a threat. Promise."

Sam lowered his gun first, while Dean was more reluctant, "Guess that's why Tony asked us if Thor existed, huh?"

Tony laughed, "Great timing, right?"

Thor grinned widely at them through the glass door.

Clint opened the door and nearly got trampled when Thor started his usual booming greeting, "Good day, my friends! I wish you all well. I have no grave news to report and am simply here to visit with my good comrades. Everything is peaceful on Asgard, but I received news not all was well here."

Tony said, "Well, if you count monsters like zombies actually being real and ghouls killing some agents on the Helicarrier you could say all was not well. Steve's loverboy and his little brother are here to help with that. Thor, meet Sam and Dean Winchester. They're-"

Thor interrupted Tony, "The great Winchester brothers!" He put his hammer down on the couch and heartily shook Dean's hand and then Sam's leaving them both a little shaken up, "The tales of the famed Winchester brothers are known all around even on Asgard. The great defenders against evil and all who wish to use evil to conquer this world. They had stopped Ragnarok from arising and have saved many innocents. They deserve praise for all their deeds. It is an honor to meet you both."

Sam blushed but still shook Thor's hand back, "It's nice to meet you too, Thor."

Dean chuckled and patted Thor on the back, "Well, when you put it like that we sound pretty awesome, dude."

Natasha raised a brow, "Did he just say you stopped the apocalypse?"

Dean nodded, "Yeah, that was a few years back. Good old days, right Sammy."
Sam rolled his eyes, "Like hell."

Everyone, except Dean, gasped when Sam casually lifted up Mijinor off the couch and sat down. Sam turned the hammer over in his hands and smiled, "Dean, you remember when I smashed in that one guy's head with followed us around for a couple of days, pissed you off to no end, and then it stopped. I always wondered what happened to it."

Thor laughed, "Of course, the great Sam Winchester would prove worthy of Mijinor! I would be honored to spar in mock battle with the two of you."

Sam and Dean glanced at one another before smiling, "Alright, you're on."

Natasha interjected, "He's a god!"

Dean shrugged with a smirk still on his lips, "We kill gods."

Thor nearly won, but with both Sam and Dean coming at him at the same times it ended up being put as a tie since neither of them were giving up to stop. Thor thought it wonderful and fun, but both Dean and Sam were exhausted when they finally got to rest. It was so much easier killing the target rather than not wanting to kill the target when sparring with a non-human. Sam went to a guest room to have a nap, and Dean decided to go on a drive with Steve. At least, that's what they told the team. Instead they went back to the motel Dean had been staying at with Sam.

As soon as they closed the door, Steve grasped Dean's coat and pulled him close until they were practically breathing the same spot of air. He let his mouth ghost over Dean's, not yet kissing him, but their noses touched as they gazed lustfully into each other's eyes. God, he could look into Dean's green eyes for hours. He wanted to count every freckle dotting his nose and cheeks. Dean made the first move. Grabbing the back of Steve's head and practically diving into an open mouthed kiss careful to make sure their teeth didn't clash too hard. His tongue darted into Steve's mouth making Steve moan as Steve worked his hand in between their bodies to reach Dean's hard cock.

He unbuttoned the top button of his jeans and unzipped them before shoving his hand down Dean's pants. He tugged and fondled Dean's cock making Dean hum with pleasure, "Yeah, that's it. That's it, Darlin' just like that."

Steve rubbed his own erection against Dean's leg. Steve nipped at Dean's ear and whispered, "I want you to bend me over the table and do me. Could you do that for me, Doll. Pretty please. I want your cock real bad; wanna feel it in me real bad."

Dean groaned and threw his head back, "God, I love it when you talk like that! You don't know how much you turn me on, babe."

Steve chuckled and gave Dean's hard-on a gentle squeeze, "Oh, I think I do."

Dean just grinded back against Steve's hand, his pupils blown from arousal, he roughly grabbed Steve's hips and pulled him into a kiss. When he let Steve go, he turned him around and yanked Steve's jeans down his knees. Steve tries to look over at Dean over his shoulder, but it's difficult while he's flipped over on his belly across the table. He pushed his ass out just a bit to emphasize the curve of it; Dean had commented on his ass a number of times, and his efforts were reworded with Dean's hissing in a breathe, "Jesus fucking Christ, Steve."

Steve whined, "Dean, I thought you wanted me bent over the 't you gonna fuck me? Please, sugar. Please hurry up, Dean."

Smack!

Steve moaned when the vibration shuttered through his body. It'd been on the list, and they'd both put it down as a maybe. Dean had playfully smacked Steve's ass a number of times, he'd pinch it when he wanted to mess with Steve, and he'd sensually grab handfuls when they were intimate, but Dean never had actually spanked him during sex to the point it stung. Steve hated to admit he actually liked it based on his hard and red the sensation made his cock.

Smack!

Dean's hand came down on his other cheek, and Steve groaned, "Dean!"

Dean gently rubbed at the spots he'd spanked his lover, "You gotta be patient, babe. Did that hurt too much cause if you didn't like it I won't do it again."

Steve blushed, "Uh, no, um, I liked it actually."

Dean leaned over Steve and kissed his back and shoulder blades, "Okay, but you know that I want you to tell me if I ever do something you don't like. Like how I don't like being tied up and you don't like being blindfolded."

Steve tried to press back against Dean's jean clad erection the best he could, "I know! Lord, I know, Dean. Please, please, I need you to do me, please!"

Dean went down on one knee and ran his hands up and down Steve's muscular thighs. Steve whined and moaned expletives as Dean's tongue went from his balls to flattening his tongue and mouthing against his hole. Dean spreads Steve's cheeks wide enough so he can press his tongue in. Steve went from swearing to breathy moans and words not even in English. Dean thought it was Gaelic. He shoved his tongue past the ring of muscle slid a thumb in so he can start preparing Steve for him. Steve never needs as much preparation as Dean, probably super soldier reason, but Dean always wants his bedmates comfortable and pliant when they fuck, and Steve is so much more than just someone to warm his bed.

Steve tried to talk in more coherent sentences, but it failed him when he felt Dean's warm damp tongue licking his hole and soaking it with saliva poking teasingly inside. He panted and tried not to shout, but it felt too good. Steve was always more embarrassed about Dean doing it to him than him doing it to Dean, but Dean never minded and it made Steve more aroused even though it embarrassed him.

Dean stood up while he shoved a couple fingers into Steve's wet hole stretching him a little more than usual and only teasing his prostate, but never touching. He watched with a grin as Steve was practically humping the table. He fished a bottle of lube out of his pocket and quickly slicked up.. Without any preamble, Steve cried out in pleasure when Dean sunk into him with a low long groan. Steve always felt so tight, no matter how often they fucked, and Dean fucking loved it.

Dean panted against Steve's back, "God, you feel so good, Steve. Never get tired of this. So hot, baby." Dean thrusted into Steve rapidly, not bothering to start off slow, when they were both too horny to care.

Steve held onto the table as hard as he could without breaking it as Dean pounded into him rocking his hips back Dean's. Steve demands, "Harder, Dean, Oh yes. Lord, that's it. Just like that."

Dean exhaled sharply with every hard thrust forward, "Can I cum in you, Steve. Don't got a condom. I know it'll be a bitch cleaning up later, but you feel so good. Please, darlin'."

Steve tried to nod, but it was difficult for Dean to see with his face pressed against the table. Steve cried out when Dean changed his angle to aim for his prostate, "Lord, yes. Oh fuck , oh lord, Dean! Not gonna last much longer, sugar. Feels so good. Love you, Dean, God, I love you."

Steve felt Dean's hips speed up then stutter as Dean sprayed his cum into him moaning as he kissed butterfly kisses down Steve's spine. Dean gave Steve one last hard thrust against his prostate before he went over the edge his cum spraying the edge of the table and dripping onto the floor, "Oh god, Dean! Dean, Dean, Dean!"

Dean slid out of Steve and took in the sight of his completely debauched lover.

A dribble of cum and lubricant dribble out of Steve, but he was too worn out too care with red cheeks, eyes hooded, and lips swollen from being bitten. In his blissed out state, Steve asked, "Dean, would you come to the gala with me as my date?"

Dean chuckled and helped Steve up from his bent out state over the table and eased him with his wobbly legs to a chair, "Don't really think this is the time for asking that kinda thing? Isn't that tonight?"

Steve nodded, "Yeah. Want you to go." Steve stuck out his lower lip and widened his eyes in a way he knew would made Dean melt, "Please, Dean."

Dean zipped up his pants, walked over to Steve, and planted a kiss on his flushed cheek, "Alright, I'll go, reluctantly mind you, might as well take a shower before we go back to the tower. You wanna join?"

Dean laughed when he saw Steve cross his legs as he tried to hid his already interested erection.