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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.
The kiss finally ended by Castiel removing his lips from Dean's most treasured boyfriend.
He even knows that Dean has faked it when he is with him, that he only has eyes for this... being he is now sharing a bed with. In Hell.
"So... what is it you want, Castiel hmm?" Jan mused. "A fuck?" He asked while his hand slowly stroked over his own hard cock.
"I want to know why Dean is so interested in you." the Angel replied.
Jan shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe because I let him fuck my asshole. No wait, excorsize my asshole." he said with a smirk, eyes glazing red with lust as he thought back to that time... then he abruptly stopped.
"But you destroyed that." he said with a glare to his nightly visitor.
"He had a destiny to fulfill. You were distracting him." Cas replied as he reached to stroke that erection.
"So you killed me. You couldn't, and I'm merely being hypothetical here, trap me in a prison until after the Apocalypse was over so I could be with Dean again?"
Cas nodded as he watched Jan react to these strokes he gave his cock.
"I'm sorry."
"Well, little too late now don't you think? I can't be made human again. Dean will freak out when he discovers what has happened to me."
Cas sighed as he wrapped his lips around that big cock.
"As much as I love this, it doesn't change a thing. It'll always be Dean for me. I've had my... 'rewards' for a job well done from Crowley, but I still wanted them to be Dean, every one of them." he groaned.
He gripped the Angel's hair and pulled hard.
"You would still go through with it even though I want you to be Dean?" he asked him.
Cas stopped sucking him and glared.
"I'm an Angel. I can be whoever you want me to be."
And with that, he changed into Dean who was smirking at him.
Jan should be shocked, should go gaga over being with Dean again, but a part of him knew that he wasn't the real one.
"I've missed you." 'Dean' said, the smirk going wider. "You and your asshole."
Still no reaction.
Until 'Dean' held his cock in his hand and licked over the head. "Do you want to do that thing again, hot stud of mine?"
THAT made him react.
He rolled over so his ass was presented to this 'Dean'.
The voice wasn't Dean's, though, if that was what you were thinking.
'Dean' smirked as he pushed inside his ass while his hands roamed his skin, one over his nipples and the other of course gripping that hard cock.
The tears streamed down Jan's face as he groaned his pleasure for 'Dean', but they weren't your average tears... they were bloodred.
"He has never forgotten you, do you know that? He tried to call you over and over, he even went to your dump of a hotel a few hours ago earlier today to look for you. He never told me but I knew. Even when I fucked him, he thought of you. Your cash register is completely empty of money, so even if you could be made human again, what would you do? Surely you can't seriously be thinking of going back to that hotel?" 'Dean' whispered in his ear as he fucked him just like the real Dean had that afternoon.
Jan slid one hand to 'Dean's' buttocks as if to push him deeper as he cried out that name in pleasure.
The answer to that question was very simple. "I want to be with Dean!"
"Well, you could finally call him. Hell has great reception... as does Heaven." he said between every thrust.
The grip and stroking of Jan's cock became rougher, almost as if... 'Dean' wasn't Dean anymore.
"You're coming aren't you? Cum for me and I'll give you a new phone so you can call him... deal?" Castiel asked, thrusting harder and faster.
"AHHHH!!!!" Jan cried out as he leaned his back against Castiel's body when they got their release.
The moment after Castiel had pulled his cock out, a phone materialized in his hand.
Jan was panting with pleasure, his breath coming with sobs.
How could Castiel have done this to him?
Jan grabbed the cellphone from Cas, heart pounding in his chest.
After so long he would hear that voice again, but... he didn't have a photographic memory.
Cas smirked as he told Jan his lover's number.
Topside, it had turned into night and Dean was once again on the backseat of his Impala.
He'd done this for many years now.
"But he won't call, right baby?" he asked his car as he caressed the smooth leather of the backseat.
"I've done this for so long now and never one text or voicemail message... maybe I should stop. What do you say, huh, baby?"
And then the cellphone did ring.
But it was an unknown number.
So much for getting his hopes up.
"Yeah?" Dean asked.
"Dean..."
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.
The kiss finally ended by Castiel removing his lips from Dean's most treasured boyfriend.
He even knows that Dean has faked it when he is with him, that he only has eyes for this... being he is now sharing a bed with. In Hell.
"So... what is it you want, Castiel hmm?" Jan mused. "A fuck?" He asked while his hand slowly stroked over his own hard cock.
"I want to know why Dean is so interested in you." the Angel replied.
Jan shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe because I let him fuck my asshole. No wait, excorsize my asshole." he said with a smirk, eyes glazing red with lust as he thought back to that time... then he abruptly stopped.
"But you destroyed that." he said with a glare to his nightly visitor.
"He had a destiny to fulfill. You were distracting him." Cas replied as he reached to stroke that erection.
"So you killed me. You couldn't, and I'm merely being hypothetical here, trap me in a prison until after the Apocalypse was over so I could be with Dean again?"
Cas nodded as he watched Jan react to these strokes he gave his cock.
"I'm sorry."
"Well, little too late now don't you think? I can't be made human again. Dean will freak out when he discovers what has happened to me."
Cas sighed as he wrapped his lips around that big cock.
"As much as I love this, it doesn't change a thing. It'll always be Dean for me. I've had my... 'rewards' for a job well done from Crowley, but I still wanted them to be Dean, every one of them." he groaned.
He gripped the Angel's hair and pulled hard.
"You would still go through with it even though I want you to be Dean?" he asked him.
Cas stopped sucking him and glared.
"I'm an Angel. I can be whoever you want me to be."
And with that, he changed into Dean who was smirking at him.
Jan should be shocked, should go gaga over being with Dean again, but a part of him knew that he wasn't the real one.
"I've missed you." 'Dean' said, the smirk going wider. "You and your asshole."
Still no reaction.
Until 'Dean' held his cock in his hand and licked over the head. "Do you want to do that thing again, hot stud of mine?"
THAT made him react.
He rolled over so his ass was presented to this 'Dean'.
The voice wasn't Dean's, though, if that was what you were thinking.
'Dean' smirked as he pushed inside his ass while his hands roamed his skin, one over his nipples and the other of course gripping that hard cock.
The tears streamed down Jan's face as he groaned his pleasure for 'Dean', but they weren't your average tears... they were bloodred.
"He has never forgotten you, do you know that? He tried to call you over and over, he even went to your dump of a hotel a few hours ago earlier today to look for you. He never told me but I knew. Even when I fucked him, he thought of you. Your cash register is completely empty of money, so even if you could be made human again, what would you do? Surely you can't seriously be thinking of going back to that hotel?" 'Dean' whispered in his ear as he fucked him just like the real Dean had that afternoon.
Jan slid one hand to 'Dean's' buttocks as if to push him deeper as he cried out that name in pleasure.
The answer to that question was very simple. "I want to be with Dean!"
"Well, you could finally call him. Hell has great reception... as does Heaven." he said between every thrust.
The grip and stroking of Jan's cock became rougher, almost as if... 'Dean' wasn't Dean anymore.
"You're coming aren't you? Cum for me and I'll give you a new phone so you can call him... deal?" Castiel asked, thrusting harder and faster.
"AHHHH!!!!" Jan cried out as he leaned his back against Castiel's body when they got their release.
The moment after Castiel had pulled his cock out, a phone materialized in his hand.
Jan was panting with pleasure, his breath coming with sobs.
How could Castiel have done this to him?
Jan grabbed the cellphone from Cas, heart pounding in his chest.
After so long he would hear that voice again, but... he didn't have a photographic memory.
Cas smirked as he told Jan his lover's number.
Topside, it had turned into night and Dean was once again on the backseat of his Impala.
He'd done this for many years now.
"But he won't call, right baby?" he asked his car as he caressed the smooth leather of the backseat.
"I've done this for so long now and never one text or voicemail message... maybe I should stop. What do you say, huh, baby?"
And then the cellphone did ring.
But it was an unknown number.
So much for getting his hopes up.
"Yeah?" Dean asked.
"Dean..."
To Be Continued...
