Love of the Dawn
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Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,797
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Supernatural, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter One
Love of the Dawn
Flora Winters
I do now own Supernatural or any of its amazing characters.
Summary: Dean will do anything to bring his brother back to life…anything. M/M, Language.
Chapter One
Dean glanced out of the corner of his eye to see that the Son of the Dawn was patting his knee to the beat of the very loud music. He discovered that he could not take his eyes off the red headed Dragon.
He was not gay…but why in the hell was his cock harder than a rock? Why was he actually wanting those big hands to touch every inch of his body? This was the fucking Tempter of Souls for Christ’s sake. Why in the name of…God…was he all hot and horny for the Serpent?
“Soul for your thoughts,” Morningstar asked as he turned the radio down only to quickly snatch his hand away from it.
“Don’t touch my radio,” Dean snapped, “Not even Sammy is allowed to touch my radio…for the most part.”
“So violent,” Morningstar muttered as he nursed the top of his hand where Dean had smacked it.
“Like that hurt,” Dean growled, “You’re the fucking Sun Setter.”
“I only thought I should get your attention,” Morningstar smiled even though he simply loved Cradle of Filth and Dean felt dizzy, “Before you run us into a ditch.”
“Sorry,” Dean mumbled as he looked straight ahead, “For slapping your hand I mean.”
“Saints preserve us,” Morningstar swooned with a flawless Irish accent and had a golden arm draped across his forehead, “Someone is actually apologizing…to me.”
Dean ran a hand through his hair to calm his nerves and just had to say it…again…and out loud.
“I’m not gay,” he said taking his turn, “So why is my cock dripping like a fucking faucet every time I look at you?”
Those molten blue goat eyes lowered to see the bulge in his jeans which made Dean snap, “Eyes above the belt, Pal.”
“Maybe,” Morningstar said, “You desire me…I am wonderful, you know.”
Dean would have snorted but when he suddenly felt a large hand on his thigh…he almost ran off the road. He slammed on the brakes and glared at the grinning Leviathan.
“What the hell,” Dean roared and pointed at his aching cock, “You get none of this until I see my brother!”
“Very well,” Morningstar said and Dean almost cried when that hand pulled away, “I was going to help you with your little problem for free…but…I can wait.”
Dean’s cock felt like it wanted to bust through the seam of jeans. He tried picturing his Dad dancing the Tango in a pink tutu…but that only made him laugh.
“Is that a gas station,” Morningstar asked with both hands on the dash looking out the windshield.
“Yes,” Dean said and then looked at his gas gage, “Maybe I should get some gas.”
“Cool,” Morningstar said and then turned to look at him with the most adorable pout in all the universe. Dean was sure that even God herself always succumbed to its dark power.
“May I borrow a dollar,” Morningstar asked with big blue goat eyes and sinfully pouting lips that were so kissable.
Dean blinked, “Why on earth would you need a dollar?”
“So I can get a Mountain Dew,” Morningstar said, “Duh.”
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Dean pulled up next to the pump and pulled out his wallet so he could give the Prince of Evil a buck. Morningstar took it with relish and hopped out of the car only to stop when Dean called him by name.
“Morningstar,” Dean asked softly, “Can I ask a favor of you?”
“What’s this,” Morningstar asked spinning around to look at Dean in mock horror, “A human needing a favor from the Prince of Lies?”
Dean opened his door and got out, “I’m serious, Satan.”
“What is it,” Morningstar asked with glowing blue eyes, “And there might be a fee if its big…”
“If there is a fee for this,” Dean said, “Then you might as well just drag me off to your pit right now and be done with it.”
“Pit,” Morningstar asked, “None of my mansions resemble a pit in the least, Dean.”
“Would you just not look the way you do,” Dean said, “You’re too fucking…”
“Hot, gorgeous, sexy, beautiful,” Morningstar listed as he counted off all his glorious attributes on his sexy golden digits, “Regal, powerful, awe-inspiring, perfect…flawless.”
“Yes,” Dean roared and smacked his hood with both hands trying not to blush, “Can you please just dim it down some?”
Morningstar cocked his head to the side and his flaming red mane made Dean think of a lion, “Close your eyes.”
“Why,” Dean asked looking around, “What are you going to do?”
“What you asked of me,” Morningstar smiled radiantly, “No charge because I need you to be able to concentrate with your big head and not with your little one.”
“My cock is not little,” Dean growled and then blushed when he saw a mother quickly cover her daughters ears with both hands. She was giving him the death glare.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” Morningstar grinned evilly and Dean wondered if God would send him to hell for trying to murder the Beast.
“Close your eyes,” Morningstar said and Dean did so only to hear, “Okay.”
Dean opened his eyes and they almost popped out of his head. The Snake had not been kidding when he said his mortal disguise was that of a frat dude who loved the beach.
He had a wild mane of curly blonde hair and his skin looked as though it was the sun that worshipped it. His eyes were still a soul piercing blue but it had silver lightning striking from the blackness of his normal human looking pupils.
“Thanks for the dollar,” Morningstar smiled and his teeth were like pearls…his canines looked deadly. He took pride in the way Dean was looking at him and strolled towards the door.
Dean watched him walk away and he was even dressed for a seaside vacation. He had on a pair of light brown kaki shorts and a solid white t-shirt that made his flawless surfer body scream, “HAWT!”
The Devil wears flip flops.
Dean rammed his cock into the door several times trying to get it to heel. Why did he have to be a blonde? He was so going to have to change his clothes. He was surprised the front of his jeans were not soaked through.
He grabbed the gas pump and counted his blessings only to look down when Morningstar came strolling back out with a bottle of Mountain Dew in hand. He caught how the night air seemed to make that sun blonde hair billow like a lions mane. Was the Devil really like a roaring lion hell bent on devouring the world…or just him…maybe both?
“You had some change,” Morningstar said and opened his door, “But I put it in the jar to go towards helping children with cancer.”
Dean suddenly saw Sammy sitting in front of the television watching those crazy animated cartoons that he loves so much. If this were an anime he would of fallen flat on his face only to look up with a massive tear drop behind his head.
Morningstar smiled at him and got back in the car. Dean watched him put his seatbelt on before he opened his bottle. He watched how that smooth throat moved as he swallowed and pictured that mouth…bad Dean! You’re going to Hell! Will he be there? Bad! For shame!
“Dean,” Morningstar asked and his voice made Dean’s cock jump.
“Yeah,” Dean answered feeling really annoyed and horny as hell.
“Are you going to get gas,” he asked taking another sip and Dean wanted to scream tease at the top of his lungs, “Or just stand there looking edible all night?”
“Son of a bitch,” Dean growled and Morningstar snickered.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora
Flora Winters
I do now own Supernatural or any of its amazing characters.
Summary: Dean will do anything to bring his brother back to life…anything. M/M, Language.
Chapter One
Dean glanced out of the corner of his eye to see that the Son of the Dawn was patting his knee to the beat of the very loud music. He discovered that he could not take his eyes off the red headed Dragon.
He was not gay…but why in the hell was his cock harder than a rock? Why was he actually wanting those big hands to touch every inch of his body? This was the fucking Tempter of Souls for Christ’s sake. Why in the name of…God…was he all hot and horny for the Serpent?
“Soul for your thoughts,” Morningstar asked as he turned the radio down only to quickly snatch his hand away from it.
“Don’t touch my radio,” Dean snapped, “Not even Sammy is allowed to touch my radio…for the most part.”
“So violent,” Morningstar muttered as he nursed the top of his hand where Dean had smacked it.
“Like that hurt,” Dean growled, “You’re the fucking Sun Setter.”
“I only thought I should get your attention,” Morningstar smiled even though he simply loved Cradle of Filth and Dean felt dizzy, “Before you run us into a ditch.”
“Sorry,” Dean mumbled as he looked straight ahead, “For slapping your hand I mean.”
“Saints preserve us,” Morningstar swooned with a flawless Irish accent and had a golden arm draped across his forehead, “Someone is actually apologizing…to me.”
Dean ran a hand through his hair to calm his nerves and just had to say it…again…and out loud.
“I’m not gay,” he said taking his turn, “So why is my cock dripping like a fucking faucet every time I look at you?”
Those molten blue goat eyes lowered to see the bulge in his jeans which made Dean snap, “Eyes above the belt, Pal.”
“Maybe,” Morningstar said, “You desire me…I am wonderful, you know.”
Dean would have snorted but when he suddenly felt a large hand on his thigh…he almost ran off the road. He slammed on the brakes and glared at the grinning Leviathan.
“What the hell,” Dean roared and pointed at his aching cock, “You get none of this until I see my brother!”
“Very well,” Morningstar said and Dean almost cried when that hand pulled away, “I was going to help you with your little problem for free…but…I can wait.”
Dean’s cock felt like it wanted to bust through the seam of jeans. He tried picturing his Dad dancing the Tango in a pink tutu…but that only made him laugh.
“Is that a gas station,” Morningstar asked with both hands on the dash looking out the windshield.
“Yes,” Dean said and then looked at his gas gage, “Maybe I should get some gas.”
“Cool,” Morningstar said and then turned to look at him with the most adorable pout in all the universe. Dean was sure that even God herself always succumbed to its dark power.
“May I borrow a dollar,” Morningstar asked with big blue goat eyes and sinfully pouting lips that were so kissable.
Dean blinked, “Why on earth would you need a dollar?”
“So I can get a Mountain Dew,” Morningstar said, “Duh.”
6666666666666666666666666666666
Dean pulled up next to the pump and pulled out his wallet so he could give the Prince of Evil a buck. Morningstar took it with relish and hopped out of the car only to stop when Dean called him by name.
“Morningstar,” Dean asked softly, “Can I ask a favor of you?”
“What’s this,” Morningstar asked spinning around to look at Dean in mock horror, “A human needing a favor from the Prince of Lies?”
Dean opened his door and got out, “I’m serious, Satan.”
“What is it,” Morningstar asked with glowing blue eyes, “And there might be a fee if its big…”
“If there is a fee for this,” Dean said, “Then you might as well just drag me off to your pit right now and be done with it.”
“Pit,” Morningstar asked, “None of my mansions resemble a pit in the least, Dean.”
“Would you just not look the way you do,” Dean said, “You’re too fucking…”
“Hot, gorgeous, sexy, beautiful,” Morningstar listed as he counted off all his glorious attributes on his sexy golden digits, “Regal, powerful, awe-inspiring, perfect…flawless.”
“Yes,” Dean roared and smacked his hood with both hands trying not to blush, “Can you please just dim it down some?”
Morningstar cocked his head to the side and his flaming red mane made Dean think of a lion, “Close your eyes.”
“Why,” Dean asked looking around, “What are you going to do?”
“What you asked of me,” Morningstar smiled radiantly, “No charge because I need you to be able to concentrate with your big head and not with your little one.”
“My cock is not little,” Dean growled and then blushed when he saw a mother quickly cover her daughters ears with both hands. She was giving him the death glare.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” Morningstar grinned evilly and Dean wondered if God would send him to hell for trying to murder the Beast.
“Close your eyes,” Morningstar said and Dean did so only to hear, “Okay.”
Dean opened his eyes and they almost popped out of his head. The Snake had not been kidding when he said his mortal disguise was that of a frat dude who loved the beach.
He had a wild mane of curly blonde hair and his skin looked as though it was the sun that worshipped it. His eyes were still a soul piercing blue but it had silver lightning striking from the blackness of his normal human looking pupils.
“Thanks for the dollar,” Morningstar smiled and his teeth were like pearls…his canines looked deadly. He took pride in the way Dean was looking at him and strolled towards the door.
Dean watched him walk away and he was even dressed for a seaside vacation. He had on a pair of light brown kaki shorts and a solid white t-shirt that made his flawless surfer body scream, “HAWT!”
The Devil wears flip flops.
Dean rammed his cock into the door several times trying to get it to heel. Why did he have to be a blonde? He was so going to have to change his clothes. He was surprised the front of his jeans were not soaked through.
He grabbed the gas pump and counted his blessings only to look down when Morningstar came strolling back out with a bottle of Mountain Dew in hand. He caught how the night air seemed to make that sun blonde hair billow like a lions mane. Was the Devil really like a roaring lion hell bent on devouring the world…or just him…maybe both?
“You had some change,” Morningstar said and opened his door, “But I put it in the jar to go towards helping children with cancer.”
Dean suddenly saw Sammy sitting in front of the television watching those crazy animated cartoons that he loves so much. If this were an anime he would of fallen flat on his face only to look up with a massive tear drop behind his head.
Morningstar smiled at him and got back in the car. Dean watched him put his seatbelt on before he opened his bottle. He watched how that smooth throat moved as he swallowed and pictured that mouth…bad Dean! You’re going to Hell! Will he be there? Bad! For shame!
“Dean,” Morningstar asked and his voice made Dean’s cock jump.
“Yeah,” Dean answered feeling really annoyed and horny as hell.
“Are you going to get gas,” he asked taking another sip and Dean wanted to scream tease at the top of his lungs, “Or just stand there looking edible all night?”
“Son of a bitch,” Dean growled and Morningstar snickered.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora