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liquidtearsTitle: 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... Cas/Jan, Dean/Jan... but he'll be quite different.
Note: Sequel to Taking A Breather.
Crowley had sent Brent back topside without a second glance, smirking to himself.
He himself had made a little deal with an Angel and if his newest warrior would ever find out that he had been in business with this Angel... oh boy.
As for Jan, he had relocated to the bathroom where he had filled the tub with hot lava and had just entered it.
The blisters on his skin felt good... even on his cock as he jerked himself off while thinking of Dean.
Even crying out his name as his cum spilled forth and mixed with the hot lava.
Yes, he so wasn't the old young gay hotel owner he used to be.
Jan got out of the tub. The instant he was out, his body started the process of healing, of knitting those wounds closed again.
The scream had made it this far to the main hall of Hell where Crowley received an unusual visitor.
"Comin' round to check up on me or were ya just lonely, Castiel?" he asked the Angel.
He regarded Crowley with a trained eye.
"How many souls did he take?" Castiel said.
"Mmm, avoiding the question. What's ailing ya?" the current boss of Hell asked with a smirk. "Could it be because o' dear ole Dean?"
"Just answer the question!" the Angel replied.
"No, not before ye go first... mate"
"Okay, I've made a mistake, alright? I did something a few years ago that I am not proud of." Castiel explained.
"You offed tha' hotel owner and I brought 'im back, fer a price. Simple as that." Crowley replied with another one of his smirks. "He's quite talented, ya know? Nicked another three fer me just a few hours ago."
Castiel just stood there, letting it all in.
"If Dean finds out who's responsible..." he started.
"My dear Castiel, it's not if, it is WHEN Dean finds out who's responsible..." Crowley said and continued after a dramatic sigh. "Yeh, he'll be furious with ya."
"Crowley, Sir, I'm going to..." Jan said as he walked in and stopped dead in his tracks. He hadn't even put any clothes on.
Black wings flared up in anger while his eyes turned red. "YOU!" Jan yelled out and got ready to pounce on Castiel... when he bounced off him. Just when he had thought that he could finally hurt him, this being who had destroyed his human life.
"Uh uh uh, mate. Not gonna happen." Crowley said, wiggling his finger at him.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Jan shouted at him.
"He'll be furious with you too, you know." Castiel calmly said to Crowley, ignoring Jan.
That part of Jan bouncing off Castiel? Also in the deal.
"Well, now, that's quite a pickle we've gotten ourselves in. Jan, go to bed." Crowley ordered him.
"But this is the son of a bitch who..." he started.
Castiel interrupted. "How very Dean of you, Jan."
"Yeah, he surely rubbed off on me." the former human said with a grin. Among other things, Jan thought.
Castiel then eyed Jan differently. No longer his face, but his whole naked body.
He can't have Dean, for the man he loves is still in love with this guy, no, Demon now, he's picked up the thoughts from Dean when his 'boyfriend' thought he couldn't.
"Save it for your missions." Castiel spoke to Jan.
"Fine." the former human spat and left.
"Sensin' somethin' more than hostility there, mate." Crowley said with a grin.
"Dean loves him." the Angel growled at him. "What is so fucking special about this guy? His asshole got exorcised by Dean's cock? Yeah, really fucking special."
"But that's not the million dollar question 'ere now is it?" Crowley asked. "Will Dean still love him when he sees the new and improved version?"
Everything was red in his bedroom, ohh, how he hates that color.
Yet he still slipped underneath the covers, wings now tucked back as he wonders how it would be with Dean here in this bed, in his embrace.
He turned to the side, not seeing the visitor.
"He still loves you, you know?"
Jan doesn't turn around to look at the intruder.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Jan asked the Angel.
"This."
In the next instant Castiel is in bed with Jan, having slipped underneath the covers and is looking right at him.
"You cannot be fucking serious. I only love Dean, I could never love my kill..." he started, but got cut off.
Not by Castiel starting to talk.
No, by something far worse.
The Angel's lips on his... but that's not all.
For they are also body to body.
To Be Continued...
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... Cas/Jan, Dean/Jan... but he'll be quite different.
Note: Sequel to Taking A Breather.
Crowley had sent Brent back topside without a second glance, smirking to himself.
He himself had made a little deal with an Angel and if his newest warrior would ever find out that he had been in business with this Angel... oh boy.
As for Jan, he had relocated to the bathroom where he had filled the tub with hot lava and had just entered it.
The blisters on his skin felt good... even on his cock as he jerked himself off while thinking of Dean.
Even crying out his name as his cum spilled forth and mixed with the hot lava.
Yes, he so wasn't the old young gay hotel owner he used to be.
Jan got out of the tub. The instant he was out, his body started the process of healing, of knitting those wounds closed again.
The scream had made it this far to the main hall of Hell where Crowley received an unusual visitor.
"Comin' round to check up on me or were ya just lonely, Castiel?" he asked the Angel.
He regarded Crowley with a trained eye.
"How many souls did he take?" Castiel said.
"Mmm, avoiding the question. What's ailing ya?" the current boss of Hell asked with a smirk. "Could it be because o' dear ole Dean?"
"Just answer the question!" the Angel replied.
"No, not before ye go first... mate"
"Okay, I've made a mistake, alright? I did something a few years ago that I am not proud of." Castiel explained.
"You offed tha' hotel owner and I brought 'im back, fer a price. Simple as that." Crowley replied with another one of his smirks. "He's quite talented, ya know? Nicked another three fer me just a few hours ago."
Castiel just stood there, letting it all in.
"If Dean finds out who's responsible..." he started.
"My dear Castiel, it's not if, it is WHEN Dean finds out who's responsible..." Crowley said and continued after a dramatic sigh. "Yeh, he'll be furious with ya."
"Crowley, Sir, I'm going to..." Jan said as he walked in and stopped dead in his tracks. He hadn't even put any clothes on.
Black wings flared up in anger while his eyes turned red. "YOU!" Jan yelled out and got ready to pounce on Castiel... when he bounced off him. Just when he had thought that he could finally hurt him, this being who had destroyed his human life.
"Uh uh uh, mate. Not gonna happen." Crowley said, wiggling his finger at him.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Jan shouted at him.
"He'll be furious with you too, you know." Castiel calmly said to Crowley, ignoring Jan.
That part of Jan bouncing off Castiel? Also in the deal.
"Well, now, that's quite a pickle we've gotten ourselves in. Jan, go to bed." Crowley ordered him.
"But this is the son of a bitch who..." he started.
Castiel interrupted. "How very Dean of you, Jan."
"Yeah, he surely rubbed off on me." the former human said with a grin. Among other things, Jan thought.
Castiel then eyed Jan differently. No longer his face, but his whole naked body.
He can't have Dean, for the man he loves is still in love with this guy, no, Demon now, he's picked up the thoughts from Dean when his 'boyfriend' thought he couldn't.
"Save it for your missions." Castiel spoke to Jan.
"Fine." the former human spat and left.
"Sensin' somethin' more than hostility there, mate." Crowley said with a grin.
"Dean loves him." the Angel growled at him. "What is so fucking special about this guy? His asshole got exorcised by Dean's cock? Yeah, really fucking special."
"But that's not the million dollar question 'ere now is it?" Crowley asked. "Will Dean still love him when he sees the new and improved version?"
Everything was red in his bedroom, ohh, how he hates that color.
Yet he still slipped underneath the covers, wings now tucked back as he wonders how it would be with Dean here in this bed, in his embrace.
He turned to the side, not seeing the visitor.
"He still loves you, you know?"
Jan doesn't turn around to look at the intruder.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Jan asked the Angel.
"This."
In the next instant Castiel is in bed with Jan, having slipped underneath the covers and is looking right at him.
"You cannot be fucking serious. I only love Dean, I could never love my kill..." he started, but got cut off.
Not by Castiel starting to talk.
No, by something far worse.
The Angel's lips on his... but that's not all.
For they are also body to body.
To Be Continued...