Revenge

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Title: Revenge
Rating: NC17
Short Summary: It's been a few years since that night at that hotel. Dean thinks it's time to go back.
Feedback: Pretty please? It's my second Supernatural Slash.
Pairing: Implied Dean/Cas... Dean/Jan... but he'll be quite different.
Note: Sequel to Taking A Breather.


It's not like he hasn't thought of him.

Or of that night.

He had said that the number would be erased, but the truth was that Dean had had a photographic memory, so remembering those digits had proved to be like taking candy from a baby.

The pain that he felt in his heart wasn't what he had thought he would get.

Every time Dean Winchester tried to call Jan, he never heard that voice again.

He never picked up the phone.

Sometimes he had just snuck out of the hotel room of their hotel choice for the night, crept into his prized baby and lay there, staring at the ceiling. Sometimes he stroked himself to climax while thinking about The Conquest's owner.

Would another lucky guest have exorcised that hotel owner's asshole?

Dean couldn't help but grin as he thought back to that time when he'd heard him say it, Jan pleading him to do just that.

Even as he let Cas inside his ass he thought of him. Even when Cas held him.

He'd never known what had really happened.

What Castiel had done to Jan.

Dean crept back to the hotel with one thought in his mind: I'm going back tomorrow.

Of course Castiel wasn't privy to this, and he also wasn't in the hotel room.

Only Sam, his brother was.

He hadn't woken up.

The next morning they decided to check out early so they paid their bill with fake credit cards and drove away.

Now that made Dean think about his lover again, how he had hated people paying like that, how Jan had preferred  the cash.

"Dean? Are you okay?" Sam asked him.

"Peachy, Sam. Why?" Dean replied as he drove on.

"I'm just worried. Can't someone worry about his brother?"

"I guess."

A few hours later, they were back at that hotel.

"Aha, you miss him, don't you?" Sam asked him.

"Can it, Sam!" Dean suddenly said.

His brother frowned. Why would he say that?

A possible answer dawned on Sam a few minutes later which made him nod.

Because he doesn't want his current boyfriend to hear and know what he's up to.

Dean parked the Impala on the parking lot, once again the only car.

"Stay here!" Dean barked as he got out of the car and ran into the hotel.

The DVD 'Gays of Our Lives" was still there on the counter as was the cash register, now coated with dust.

The cash register was open and not a dollar was left.

He ran deeper inside the hotel, but didn't find it.

Jan gasped as he saw his cock while he just slid his own briefs down. "I wasn't kidding when I thought that you were huge just by stroking you." he told Dean. The Winchester just grinned. "You'll feel damn awesome when I will ram it inside your tight ass." Jan grinned. "Then what are you waiting for?" he asked as he trailed a finger over his own asshole while leaning against the wall. "Thrust that cock inside my waiting ass... I can't wait for you any longer, demon hunter. I want you to exorcise my asshole!"

"Mmmm, yeah..." Dean groaned out, when Jan suddenly started to squirm. "Oh my god, Dean... DEan... DEAn... DEAN!!!!!" Jan cried out as he came and splattered the wall with his cum, while he stretched his tight ass to receive Dean's blessing. He felt his friend release inside him and it felt so damn good. He had never had anyone like Dean Winchester.

Dean saw the scene play out before his eyes. He thought that Jan had maybe kept the cum on the wall, but apparently he hadn't.

Then he heard a sound and turned around.

"Cas?! What are you doing here?!" Dean asked.

"Just checking up on you, Dean." the angel replied as he walked toward his hunter.

"Hey," he whispered as he touched Dean, his lips nearing Dean's but he moved out of his range.

"What's wrong?" Castiel asked. "Why are you here anyway?"

"It's nothing. Just that I spent a night here once with Sammy. Wondered how the place was doing."

And not a certain hotel owner? Castiel thought.

"Well, it's a dump now." the angel said.

The Winchester nodded. "Yeah, can't believe I wanted to stay here again."

~~~~~~

He watched with a satisfied grin on his face.

He'd managed to trick the husband into thinking his wife was cheating on him with his gay lover.

The result of a burning house with their bodies inside was his victory.

He returned to Hell where Crowley awaited.

"It's done." he spoke.

"Aye, mate." Crowley said as he watched the three dead people sign their name in Hell's guestbook. "You were marvelous, you were."

There was a flash and Brent Everett stood in front of them.

"Your prize, Jan."

"Thank you, Crowley." Jan said, eyes flashing red.

Good thing Crowley had found him afterward or he would have truly been dead.

Jan led Brent to his chambers where he undressed himself and lay down on the bed, his cock rockhard, standing proudly in the air.

"Suck me off." Jan ordered him, his hands not even stroking himself.

"As you wish." Brent said and wrapped his mouth around Jan's cock and began to suck.

Jan groaned, closing his eyes as he imagined it were Dean's lips around his big cock that were sucking him to climax.

He gritted his teeth to prevent from screaming Dean's name, when he suddenly felt the movement.

Brent's cock slapped Jan's face.

"What the fuck is this?"

"You aren't the only one in for pleasure. Suck my dick while I suck yours." Brent said with a grin as he looked upside down from the position of his mouth to Jan's cock.

Jan gripped Brent's ass cheeks and welcomed him inside his mouth.

Dean... I've never forgotten you. I will have you again... Jan thought with an evil grin.

They erupted and shot their cum down the other's throat.

Brent hopped off Jan's body.

"Get out." Jan ordered.

"But..." Brent started.

His eyes flashed red. "Crowley will send you topside. Chill out, pornstar."

But Brent grabbed Jan and kissed him hard, extracting one last french kiss.

He stared hard at Jan as he left.

Maybe once upon a time Jan would have been super-excited to be with a porn star like Brent Everett, but not now. All he wanted was Dean to excorsize his asshole again. Dean, Dean, Dean!

There was nobody else for him, not all those gay pornstars Crowley kept flinging at him.

Did he know about his love for the Winchester?

Jan didn't care as he stared at the redhot ceiling, his hand around his cock, stroking himself to climax as he thought about his time with Dean.

Castiel had destroyed his human life.

He would destroy his existence as an Angel... or die trying.

To Be Continued...