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who's that casting devious stares in my direction?
Who: Dean and Raphael, then Dean and Meg, and poor (regular!)Cas listening through a wall.
When: Backdated to Day 62
What: Raphael wants to get Dean back for the little matter of cursing him, and which sends a very... needy Dean Meg's way. And Dean will take the opportunity to rub some more salt in the wounds he's already given Cas.
Where: Out and about somewhere, and then House 16.
Warnings: Dubcon and sex. Oh my!
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When: Backdated to Day 62
What: Raphael wants to get Dean back for the little matter of cursing him, and which sends a very... needy Dean Meg's way. And Dean will take the opportunity to rub some more salt in the wounds he's already given Cas.
Where: Out and about somewhere, and then House 16.
Warnings: Dubcon and sex. Oh my!
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For Raphael
He's out for a walk because staying in one place for too long leaves him restless, and his house is a hotbed of weirdness anyway. Going for walks also help him run into people who maybe need to be put into their place. It's not a bad trickster life.
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And he'd finally come up with one. So he'd fluttered around until he spotted Dean. Then he just slipped up on a rooftop and watched, waiting until he was sure he could predict Dean's movements enough to follow behind him, and followed from a distance, almost silently.
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Raphael will be treated to a giant flyswatter popping up out of the ground and smacking him in his face.
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"Rather dull."
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"Got the job done though. Do I need to tell you to scram, or have you gotten that little problem figured out?"
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Never mind the arrow he had marked for Dean already. That he was planning to shoot and fly, not give Dean the chance to retaliate.
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"Alright then. Get outta here, but cluck like a chicken while you're at it."
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For Meg. tw: dubcon
Though, heh. Cas probably hasn't slept with his little Florence Nightingale yet. ...heh.
He makes a beeline for Meg's room when he doesn't see her in the living room, and he doesn't knock before he pushes the door open. She's alone in there, whatever! He can tell. And if she's not decent then that's even better.
"Hi." He smiles at her, one of his slightly deranged, hollow trickster smiles, though his pupils are dilated and his heart's pounding and just seeing Meg is making him start to breathe hard. He licks his lips and nods at her.
"Got a minute? Or... ten." Or sixty.
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As for living with a prudish incubus - well, her feelings on that are rather messy and very confusing. On the one hand she feels incredibly rejected and it's not a feeling that sits well with her at all. On the other hand, she's exceptionally sexually frustrated. Whoever sent the memo out about angels being asexual? Totally wrong. All the cold showers in the world and plenty of alone time has done nothing to scratch the itch.
"Ugh. Doesn't anybody in this house know how to knock!?" Luckily for her, this hadn't been one of those alone times. "What do you want?!"
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What does he want? In the time it takes him to come up with an answer, he's already slowly checked her out from head to toe. Twice.
"I think we've both been wanting something for days now that we're not getting."
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Her head is in a very delicate place right now and she doesn't like it one bit. She misses the good old days where she was bad. Everything was so much simpler back then. None of this messy being in love crap.
She had offered herself to Cas on a silver platter - and not just because of his super special incubus sparkles. And he had rejected her. That hurt. Apparently whatever she thought they had between them only went one way. Nice to know.
Still. Did that really mean she should hop into bed with Dean Winchester? The so-called best friend of aforementioned incubus? The way he checked her out didn't go unnoticed. And it made a pleasant change from him looking for the best place to stick a knife. In fact it made her stomach flip-flop and heat pool in places heat should not be pooling over Dean Winchester.
"And you think you're man enough to scratch that itch, do you?"
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"Not seeing anyone else lined up." Including Cas. He turned Dean down too, twice, and that shouldn't matter so much, right, because they're friends and Cas said no because Dean wouldn't want to without being under the influence of Incucas. Right? But no, no, it really bothered him, and so now he... did what he did to Cas, and now he's going to bang Meg because of the arrow, yeah, but also...
"Just makes sense, doesn't it? You and I both getting riled up by no payoff from Incucas out there..." He takes a few steps closer, his boots thudding on the floor.
"Plus, uh... Full disclosure." He stops and then lifts his shirt, exposing his awesome abs but also the glowing mark on his stomach from Raphael's arrow. "Kind of burning up for you right now. Like... almost literally." He lets the shirt drop and gives her his sexiest smile.
"This might be your only shot to have sex with a guy who's unable to think of... just about anything other than rocking your world right now. You really want to turn that down?"
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And he is attractive. Sam is all limbs and hair and puppy dog cuteness. But Dean? Dean is more like a tiger.
She swallows hard. Has someone suddenly cut off the air supply? Not that she probably even needs air, but that's beside the point.
"You want to rock my world, Big Boy? Alright. Let's see you try."
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...seriously?
Awesome.
There are so many reasons why he shouldn't already be taking off his outer shirt as he approaches Meg, and most of them have at their core the fact that Dean is not Dean right now. There's nothing inside his head that's even remotely connected to normal, not trickster, not love potion number nined Dean. And so he's not fighting any of it, because why? Why fight it when maybe he's going to get the release he's been dying for? Cas left him to deal with his cupid shit before all by himself. Meg's offering to help when Dean asks for it. That makes her nice, right? Totally. She's the good guy in the scenario. Without a doubt.
And gorgeous, too. And when Dean gets his hands on her, and then his mouth on hers, kissing her hard and hungry and completely without reservation, he gets to find out first hand that her mouth really does taste as amazing as it looks. His mind's firing all cylinders -- drenching him in love and lust and insatiable need to keep going, going, to bury himself in her.
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It's hotter than the kiss before getting a possessed Bobby to try and kill him, and definitely hotter than the 'deal' kiss. And well... they did agree to play nice, right? Can't play much nicer than this.
She kisses him back just as hard before resting her hands on his chest, pushing him away. For a second it looks like she's changed her mind and is going to leave him hanging just like Cas had. But then her hands are on the hem of her shirt, pulling it off.
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His eyes flash darkly as he steps back and considers that he might be getting rejected again. That would've been bad news for Meg. Thankfully for her and most thankfully for Dean, she loses her shirt instead, and the sinister light to his eyes is replaced with lust again.
He grins his approval and then tugs off his shirt, revealing now both the glowing mark and his tattoo. The one he'd got because once upon a time she took his brother for a ride to kill hunters. Again, the detail pops up and floats away again on a sea of arousal and need.
He slows it up this time when he steps back in, some of the edge taken off so he can think a little clearer. Relatively. Kissing her again, he takes his time to do it right and thorough, and he lets his hands move slowly over her skin.
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She trails her hands over his chest, appreciating the sight. Hey, she likes pretty things, so sue her. The kissing is pretty nice too. Okay... very nice. Hooking an arm around his neck and burying her fingers in his hair, she tugs him in closer.
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She wraps her legs around him, pressing herself against him all warm skin and soft curves. She wants more. Needs more.
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There are a lot of reasons why he's rock hard already, all of them related to supernatural experiences with hormones and aphrodisiacs, but it's probably impossible for him to feel anything like shame right now. So she gets treated to that while he starts unhooking her bra -- expertly because duh. He trails his mouth away from hers, following the line of her jaw and down her neck, over to her shoulder and the bra strap there, so he can kiss the skin just underneath it as he slides it off her shoulder.
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She curls her fingers under his chin, nails digging lightly into his pretty skin as she tugs him back into another kiss. "Let's just skip the foreplay, 'kay? We both know what we need."
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"That right there's all the foreplay I need." He kisses her again, reaching between them to undo her pants. Really though, Dean's been pushed to the edge enough already -- okay, it wasn't that bad, but blowing things out of proportion is in for him right now, alright. Meg doesn't have any problem accepting that Dean needs release; why hadn't Cas? And he'd turned down Meg too, hadn't he? He's seriously missing out. Dean remembers that kiss and all the weird flirting he's had to witness ever since. Too bad he can't be a fly on this wall, huh?
Though Dean could make him one, couldn't he? Like, literally, but that seems a step too far.
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As for that kiss? Oh, it's been centre of a good number of her fantasies and alone time. Come on! The guy slammed her against a wall and sucked face - it was hot.
She arches her hips up to aid in the removal of pesky clothes. Why hadn't they removed their clothes beforehand? In fact, why isn't he using his trickster mojo or she using her angel juice to make the damn things disappear. There are too many clothes in this equation.
A few well manoeuvred squirms and wriggles (which is no easy feat with a Winchester looming over you) and her pants are kicked to the floor. "Your turn, hot stuff."
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He won't make Cas into a fly on the wall, but he can make it so Cas can hear every little thing they do.
but now he's not thinking of much except that's a whole lot of skin he gets to look at now, and he runs his hands over her thighs before he gets on with the show. He maneuvers out of his pants and resettles himself between her legs, letting his eyes rake over her again before his hand follows, cupping one of her breasts.
"You sure you're ready for me?" he asks, his grin lopsided but the dark intent in his eyes doesn't let it stay playful for long.
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Meg grabs a handful of Dean's hair and yanks him until he's nose to nose with her. "Don't ask," kiss, "stupid," another kiss, "questions."
She's more than ready, and already hooking a leg around him to press against him.
"Either shut up and fuck me or get out and let me please myself."
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Her reaction only makes him grin wider as he takes himself in hand, lining himself up.
"You love it."
He fully believes that she does in fact love Dean's stupid questions, and Cas can deal with how cocky Dean sounds, not that he doesn't sound cocky in general since becoming a trickster. He doesn't waste anymore time though, and he rocks into her with a low groan, his head dipping to her shoulder as he slides his hand over her thigh.
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"In your dreams, sugar."
Only Meg and Dean could still bicker while in the heat of the moment. Typical.
Still, as much as she wants to crush that overinflated ego and sense of self-import Dean seems to have, she can't help the low moan that escapes her as he enters her.
"Fuck..."
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"Workin' on it," he mutters, and his smile comes back before he kisses her; he times a harder thrust for just after, picking up the rhythm now to something steady and deep.
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Besides, how does she know the skill and talent isn't from the trickster juice? Dean could be terrible in the sack on a normal day for all she knows.
Thinking too much is bad. Why is she thinking when he's rocking into her so delightfully and kissing her? She wraps her leg around him higher to get more leverage, rocking with him.
"Oh god..." There is probably some irony at using the Lord's name in vain while being an angel, and it's not lost on her. She just really doesn't give a damn.
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"Close," he says with a cocky grin and a growl in his voice, but soon after that he loses his ability to think in full sentences let alone try to respond appropriately to whatever she might have to say. He's slowly unraveling, but he's holding it together as he reaches between them to make sure her world's going to be fully rocked here.
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She can feel her Grace pulsing through her. Oh that's definitely new. And her wings flutter and twitch just out of sight. Sex as an angel? Pretty awesome.
Thanks to the aid of his hand, it only takes a few more thrusts before she breaks, crying out as the pleasure rips through her.
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He turns his lazy smile over to her and lifts his eyebrows.
"Awesome, right?"
lol
Is it cheating to use angel mojo to clean them both up? Yeah. It's probably cheating. Oh well. It beats dragging herself to the shower. Don't say she never does anything for you, Dean.
Still, there is a lingering sense of guilt about the whole thing. Damn. How the hell did that creep in?
"Be sure to close the door on your way out."