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The Hunter and His Fallen Angel	By : HisAsgardianAngel Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3637 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Eric Kripke, except for the babies and the girls like Anabel, whom I own. I do not make profit, I do not own anything associated with Supernatural and I certainly don't have any rights to it.

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Dean Winchester was tired. He was tired of this war, tired of hunting, and most of all he was tired of pretending that a certain angel was nothing to him but a friend. He had been running from who he was all his life, sleeping with a women a night, never settling down, and it had never really bothered him before now. Now he'd fallen in love with a man he was sure would never love him back, a man too holy. As terrified as he was that his angel would flee, he put on his usual no-worries bad-ass attitude and gently prayed to Castiel.
"Hey, Cas, get your feathery-ass down here." He heard a flutter of wings and turned to see his friend.
"There are nicer ways to invite a friend to socialize, Dean." Castiel stated in his normal monotone voice. Dean rolled his eyes.
"I didn't call you to chit-chat, I called you to take you out tonight." Castiel tilted his head.
"Take me out? Like on a…what are those called, Dates?" Dean bit his lip and wanted to reply yes so bad, but that just wasn't him.
"Nah man, I just want to take my best friend out for drinks." Castiel smiled.
"You consider me your best friend?" Dean grinned goofily and threw his arm over Cas's shoulder, leading him to the door.
"Of course I do, man, now come on!" The two climbed into the Impala and Dean cranked the radio up, "Heat of The Moment" blaring loudly. Every now and then he'd sneak a look at Castiel through the corner of his eyes, noticing how the angel seemed to be really happy since they'd left the motel.
They pulled up to a nice looking pub and Dean walked around to open Cas's door. Castiel noted this as weird behavior for Dean, but didn't say anything as Dean also held the bar door open for him. He grinned as they walked in, silently nodding a thank you to his hunter. Dean took a deep breath, getting nervous. Could he really do this after all the time he'd spent perfecting his image? When they took their seat on some bar stools, Castiel noticed that Dean's breathing was suddenly rougher. He placed his hand innocently on top of Dean's, trying to comfort him but Dean quickly snatched his hand back. Cas's eyebrows furrowed and he once again gave Dean his signature head tilt.
"Dean are you okay? You've been weirdly nice to me and then all of a sudden you seem to be offended by my touch." Dean was freaking out on the inside, taking it out on Cas.
"Just shut up assbutt, I'm trying to think here! Order a beer like a normal dude and stop frigging touching me." A look of hurt briefly crossed Castiel's face but it turned into a pout.
"You stole my word…" Dean's heart melted and he couldn't help but think that was adorable.
"Sorry, buddy." He mumbled, finally earning a faint smile from his counterpart. The bartender finally walked up, his hair dyed a light blue and his nails painted black.
He's so queer.
Dean snorted to himself. There was a small voice in the back of his heading telling him he was one to talk, but he chose to ignore it and casually ordered two beers.
"One for me and one for my pal here." He said gesturing towards Castiel. The bartender put his hand on his hip and glared at Dean.
"Let the cutie order for himself, you don't own him." He spat, purposely leaning seductively across the counter and asking Cas for his order.
Oh hell no…touch him and I swear to God…
Dean thought angrily.
A look of surprise painted Cas's face and he slightly stuttered.
"It's okay, he's dating me tonight." Dean put his head in his hand and groaned.
"No I'm not Cas…" This made the bartender smile. He slid his finger under Castiel's chin and pulled him a little closer.
"Well if he's not dating you, I'm certainly available." That was the last straw, he couldn't take it anymore. He stood up, glaring daggers at the man in front of him.
"Get your filthy hands off of him." Dean's voice was so menacing that it nearly made Castiel jump out of his vessel. This only urged the bartender to lean in and almost kiss him, coming awfully close to brushing Cas's lips when he suddenly stopped and let out a scream. Dean had punched him hard in the face.
"Uh-uh, no. If anyone is going to be Cas's first kiss it will be me, understand? His lips don't need to be tainted by filthy sluts like you." Castiel turned scarlet and the man behind the counter walked around to take a swing at Dean. Dean ducked just in time and Castiel stood up to intervene. The bartender had grabbed Dean by the throat and Castiel tapped his shoulder, elbowing him in the nose when he turned to face him. Proud, Dean was about to congratulate the angel on growing a pair but the pride faded to fury as Castiel was thrown into the bar, bottles breaking and slicing his face. Dean sneered, pushing the bartender to the wall and holding him there with the knife that had been in his pocket. He pressed the blade to the man's throat and let out a protective and instinct driven growl.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't slaughter you." He jumped as a warm hand suddenly touched his shoulder.
"It's okay, Dean. Let's just go home." Dean sighed and kneed the guy in the manhood, smirking at the wail that escaped the bartenders lips. He slid his hand into Castiel's and smirked at the blush that covered his angel's cheeks as they walked back to the Impala. The car ride back to the motel was mostly silent, Dean was feeling really guilty that Castiel had gotten hurt. When they pulled into the parking lot, he turned the engine off and looked at Cas.
"I assume this is what you meant by home…I can't exactly take us to heaven." He said with a smirk. Castiel looked down at his hands, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"Heaven isn't my home anymore, Dean. Home is wherever you are." Dean's heart lurched and he lost every ounce of his self control, suddenly leaning over and crushing his lips against Castiel's. Castiel responded passionately, kissing him back hard and flicking his tongue against Dean's lips. Access was granted and the two fought briefly for dominance, which Dean won. He happily explored Castiel's warm cavern and reveled in the glorious taste that was unique only to Cas. When they pulled away they were both breathless and Dean didn't know about Cas, but he was half hard. Dean gently caressed the bloody places on Castiel's face, resting his head against the other mans and sighing.
"I'm so sorry that he hurt you. I will never let anything happen to you again." He said as he continued to caress his face. Castiel ran his hand down Dean's rock hard abs, enjoying the electricity that shot through his body. Dean put his hand over Cas's and moved it over his heart.
"You feel that? You're the only person that's ever made it beat this fast…I think it's because I, well I love you." His voice was shaky and he avoided Castiel's eyes, scared of his reaction. Cas was quiet for a few moments, taking it in, which was killing Dean. Finally he leaned in again a very gently pecked Dean's lips.
"I love you too, Dean." His breaths becoming ragged again, Dean quickly got out of the car and drug Castiel into the motel. They hopped on to the elevator and Dean hit a button on the left that stopped it from moving. Before Castiel could ask what was going on, Dean was tugging on Castiel's belt. He pulled the angel's pants down in a matter of seconds, shocked at the large bulge that was proudly sticking from Castiel's boxer-briefs.
"I'll save your virginity for a more special, romantic time, I promise. But I want to give you a little gift since you're so ready for it." Dean said with a wink. Castiel nodded eagerly and Dean gingerly slid down his underwear. His fully hard erection was now staring Dean in the face and he was eyeing it hungrily.
"You have no idea how long I've dreamed about this, dude." He took all of Cas's length in his mouth and began to deep throat him. Castiel's hands immediately flew into Dean's hair at the new sensation. Dean had never done this before, having never been with a man, so he just did what he'd seen girls do in Busty Asian Babes. He sucked Cas's cock all the way to the back of his throat and bobbed up and down several times, his teeth grazing over the tip. Castiel moaned loudly and gripped Dean's hair harder, pushing his head further onto his dick. Dean sucked harder, enjoying the cute, husky sounds he was making his lover make. He stopped momentarily to reach up and kiss Castiel, wanting to taste his sweet mouth again. Their tongues danced for a few moments before he dropped back to his knees and took Cas's balls in his hands, slapping and massaging them while he licked his penis from base to tip. He could tell Cas was coming undone as his legs began to tremble. He took his free hand and wrapped it around Castiel's ass, supporting him and making sure his muscles wouldn't give out on him.
"D-Dean, I feel really weird…" Dean just smirked and looked up into the baby blue eyes that he adored.
"That's normal baby, I've got you." Dean chuckled around Castiel's penis at what he heard him say next.
"I know I'm a virgin but calling me a baby is uncalled for." Dean gave another hard suck and then pulled back again.
"No, Cas, that's not what I meant. When humans call one another baby, it's usually because they love that person and they're in a relationship." Castiel didn't really have time to think about this because Dean was deep throating him again.
"O-Oh God…Dean!" He screamed as his hot seed spilled into the hunter's mouth. The taste of Cas was enough to make Dean jiz in his pants, something he'd never experienced before. Despite the fact that Dean was holding him in place, Castiel's legs gave out and he fell into Dean's arms. Dean picked him up bridal style after pulling up his pants and underwear and flipped the elevator button again. Cas nuzzled into Dean's chest as he walked into their room. Sam was sitting on the bed with a puzzled look on his face.
"What's wrong with Cas?" Dean grinned and shrugged, laying the drowsy man on the bed and covering him up.
"Nothing important." He leaned down and kissed Castiel on the forehead, grabbing a clean pair of boxers from his suitcase and heading to the bathroom, leaving a heavily confused Sam with his mouth wide open.
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