Even Angels

Note: This is my first real attempt at writing porn, but I saw some of the prompts and couldn't resist.

Dean sat in the Impala listening to Metallica and trying his best not to think. He wasn’t too surprised when Castiel appeared next to him. What did surprise him was the fury on Castiel’s face. And the fact that Castiel was dressed in nothing but a pair of leather pants.

“What’s up, Cas?”

An angry growl was all Dean heard before finding his self flipped into the back seat. The angel was quickly working to rip away Dean’s shirt with surprising strength.

“CASTIEL?! What are you doing? Stop it!” said Dean both startled and feeling a bit afraid. To his shock and shame Dean was also getting a bit aroused, he really hoped that Castiel didn’t notice.

“Shut-up, Dean! You are my charge! You do not belong to Anna! It is unbelievable that you fucked her in the backseat of the Impala. No more! Never again!”

Dean struggled to get free but the angel held him down easily enough, straddling Dean’s hips. Not letting Dean get a chance to make a response, Castiel pressed his erection into Dean’s own growing one.

“I’ve been nice up until now, Dean, but no longer. No more picking up strangers or even other angels. You are mine and mine alone,” growled Castiel leaning down to bite along Dean’s collar bone. “By the time I’m done you will remember that!”

“Cas,” whimpered Dean, he hadn’t been this turned on in a very long time. His beautiful angel was staring down out him, eyes dark with lust and want. His hips arched up to get some friction.

“That’s it, pretty baby, I can make you feel so good,” purred Castiel, calming down a bit now that Dean didn’t appear to be fighting him. He leaned down and bit Dean’s nipple hard, almost drawing blood, before giving it soothing little licks. He sat back admired the mark that was already forming. “I don’t think my handprint was enough Dean. I want you to feel my marks through the day.”

“FUCK!” screamed Dean writhing under Castiel, getting closer to coming in his pants for the first time in a very very long time.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” with that Castiel quickly undid Dean’s jeans, wrapping his hand tightly around the hunter’s cock. A few quick strokes and Dean was coming harder than he ever had. Castiel smirked watching Dean collapsed against the backseat of the Impala. “Now it is our sweat that will be mixed into the car. Ready to go further, Dean?”

The poor hunter just let out a whimper, even while his dick twitched with interest.