theinsaneeraser

Title: To Tempt a Trickster
Pairing: Sam/ Gabriel, Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A month after their run in with Alyssa, Sam Decides they really do need Gabriels help. But when Sam goes missing, Dean goes on a man hunt to find his brother, and Castiel uses this time to try and straighten out their relashionship
Spoilers: General Supernatural stuff.
Notes: Um, None really, other then enjoy!

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"Was I just jealous, bitter and cold? The sins i committed, the lies that I told. Had no respect for you, Only myself. A memeory I'm not so fond of as well, and I can honestly say I was wrong; so can you forgive me so I can move on"

"So different, so different than you. So different than you are. I know it's sad but true. So different, I'm no different than you."
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Dean watched the hours drift by, and still no sign of Sam; he was getting worried.

When it hit three hours, Dean picked up his cell phone, moving his fingers to the number he knew off by heart. He put it against his ear and paced back in forth, listening to the ring tone replay over and over again. He stopped pacing and glared at the phone, hanging up before he got voicemail, and dialling once again, letting the ringing go on longer this time. He started his pacing up once again.

“This is Sam, leave a message.”

Dean growled and threw his cell against the wall. Cas must have heard this because he was in the room with a flutter of distant wings.

“What happens to be the matter Dean?” Cas asked, his brows furrowed in worry as he watched the pacing hunter.

“Sam went out for a walk, three hours ago; he’s not answering his cell phone.”

Cas sighed and disappeared.

Dean blinked and looked around for him, but slumped on his chair when he couldn’t find his Angel. He rubbed his temples, before looking at his hands. He clenched and unclenched them, a bottom out feeling rising in his cut as he leaned back against the chair, moving them to his face. He rubbed it, when Cas returned. Dean stood up fast and licked his lips. Cas had a look of worry on his face as he looked at Dean.

“I could not find him at any star bucks, or wandering the streets.”

I lost him, again. He’s run off somewhere doing something stupid, I just know it.

Dean turned away from Cas, punching a near-by wall, ignoring the pain that coursed from his knuckles.

“Dean, stop that.”

Warm hands encased his and pulled him away from the wall, caressing the burning bones tenderly. Dean turned to stare at Cas, he pulled his hand up and brushed his lips against the flesh of his knuckles, before looking him in the eyes. Dean looked away, not wanting the tender feelings, the love that Cas had made it his duty to give to him; he didn’t deserve it. Cas held onto his hand, even though he had looked away.

“I told you Dean, hurting yourself is not good.” He let Deans hand go, and it dropped to his side.

Dean still didn’t look at Cas, just continued to clench and unclench his fists, licking his lips as he fully turned from the angel. He walked over to the bed he slept in, grabbing his coat and bags. He tossed some things into it, loading and checking his guns; avoding Cas. Dean knew it was childish, and stupid. They had been intimate for a month, and yet the way Cas handed him, like you would a fragile child, it scared him.

“We should wait over night, encase he comes back.”

Dean ignored him once again.

Dean was about to put his gun in his belt, when Cas’ hand lifted it, taking it from his grip and pushing Dean onto the bed, his head tilted before he leaned down and kissed him. It shocked him. Cas was never the one to initiate things, and was usually less aggressive, but he must have sensed Deans need, because here he was kissing Dean deeply, yet gently. Too gently for Dean’s taste, so he moved his left hand to grip Cas’ hair and yank him closer, messing there lips closer, kissing him hard.

Cas allowed him to turn the tides of the kiss, and Dean took advantage of it; he always did. He shoved Cas’ trench coat off, letting it slide to the floor, then worked on his over coat. He gripped the angel’s shoulders before letting his hands drop to his sides, digging his nails into his hips. Cas gasped against his lips, bucking gently. Dean smirked and turned, dragging Cas with him till he was on top of the angel, hands on either side of his head.

Dean yanked off Cas’ top, ripping some of the buttons off of the shirt and moving his kiss down his angels jaw to his neck. Cas shivered then moaned softly as Dean bit down and sucked on the tender flesh just above his pulse point. He dragged his tongue around teasingly, before moving to nip at his pulse point, and then draw his tongue down to the fold between his neck and shoulders. Cas arched his back moaning softly as he licked, nipped and sucked on salty flesh.

He moved his kisses down, nipping the flesh along the way till he reached Cas’ nipple. He sucked the nub into his mouth and bit down, rubbing it between his teeth, rubbing his hand over the other one. Cas arched his back, his breath coming out ragged. Dean continued to abuse the now hard nipple, before moving on down, yanking at Cas’ pants, dragging them off of him and then repeating it with his white boxers.

Cas looked down at him as Dean came back up, rekindling the kiss, just as aggressive and rough as before. Dean sucked on Cas’ bottom lip, nipping and biting it as Cas whimpered against him. Dean slipped a finger between Cas’ legs and then inside of him. He bucked his hips and dragged his nails down Deans back as he picked up the pace, adding a second finger. He hooked it, hitting Cas sweet spot, causing the angel to moan loudly against his lips.

He added in the third finger, hooking them and pumping fast. Cas was withering beneath him, begging into his mouth.

“D-De-Dea-n, please.” Cas breathed, panting heavily.

Dean nodded and positioned himself outside of his entrance and then pushed himself in.

He paused, like he always did so Cas could adjust before rolling his hips, thrusting deep inside of his angel. Cas grunted and groaned, moving his hips in time with Dean’s, and picking up the pace as he did. They were in sync, and Dean moaned as he moved to place his head against Cas’ shoulder. He thrust harder and faster, hands places on either side of the angels head, while Cas dug his nails into Deans hips, leaving marks.

He always left marks on Dean. He still had deep nail marks down his back from two nights ago.

Cas grunted and moaned louder, pulling Dean closer as he trembled; he was getting close, and Dean knew it. He picked up his pace, thrusting deeper and making sure to his Cas’ prostate. The angel cried out when he hit the spot and Dean felt hot cum hit his stomach, and drop down. It was all he could take and he tumbled over the edge, as he released himself inside of Cas. Panting heavily he collapsed against the angel.

“Yeah, defiantly wait till morning.” Dean mumbled against Cas’ shoulder.

“I do believe he knows, and is choosing to leave for long periods of time, for that reason.” Cas confirmed.

“He has been making a lot of Starbucks raids lately, maybe you’re right.”

“Go to sleep Dean.”

He didn’t have to be told twice.

Chapter Three