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Dean Winchester ([personal profile] venatical) wrote in [community profile] kore_logs2013-04-24 04:47 pm

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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servingmichael: Marreck Reynolds (baby:  stare)

[personal profile] servingmichael 2013-04-28 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Raphael had sulked off last night, after Chuck had broken the curse. Not that he wasn't grateful, but he'd been angry and his pride was bruised. And he'd wanted to think of a way for revenge.

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.
servingmichael: (baby: srs angel is srs)

[personal profile] servingmichael 2013-04-28 08:35 am (UTC)(link)
Cupid reflexes are nothing compared to angelic ones. He at least manages to shut his eyes, and the blow does manage to shake some of the glitter from his hair. Luckily the confetti is heavy enough to fall on it's own. But he doesn't cry out. He's still sporting some scrapes and bruises - and more than a little dirt, but at least the bandages from earlier where gone.

"Rather dull."
servingmichael: Marreck Reynolds (baby:  stare)

[personal profile] servingmichael 2013-04-29 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Why would I voluntarily tell you if I did or not?" Which wasn't an answer, and he knew it. Let Dean think he was still in charge.

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.
servingmichael: Marreck Reynolds (baby:  SIGH)

[personal profile] servingmichael 2013-05-01 01:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can't. This form's vocal cords don't make those sounds properly." Oh he could be as tricky as he needed to be. Let Dean figure out if that curse worked on things they weren't physically possible. Or even if Raphael was telling the truth about the anatomy.
servingmichael: (baby: srs angel is srs)

[personal profile] servingmichael 2013-05-04 08:35 am (UTC)(link)
As a general rule, anyone not Michael gives Raphael an order, and he'll be difficult. "You're going to argue anatomy with me? An series of sounds made by this form in a poor imitation of an animal isn't clucking like a chicken."
foundacause: ([MEG] ❖ you don't say...)

[personal profile] foundacause 2013-04-24 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Understanding might not be the best way to describe her. Cas is a special exception to the rule. But she definitely doesn't fit the cookie cutter demon mould - or angel mould for that matter. Apparently those pesky human feelings that are supposed to get stripped away with your humanity in the deepest, darkest depths of Hell didn't quite leave her. Annoying, really.

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?!"
foundacause: ([MEG] ❖ lip bite)

[personal profile] foundacause 2013-04-25 11:51 am (UTC)(link)
She should tell him to go fuck himself - a feat she would pay to see, actually. She should send him packing back to his room and tell him to leave her alone to deal with the problem herself. She should. She doesn't.

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?"

foundacause: ([MEG] ❖ lip bite)

[personal profile] foundacause 2013-04-26 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
Meg arches an eyebrow. So, the Winchester one gets shot up with love juice and now has a raging hard-on for the demon-turned-angel that's screwed his family over more times than she can count? It just goes to show how thoroughly fucked up their lives are.

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."
foundacause: ([MEG] ❖ lips of an angel)

[personal profile] foundacause 2013-04-28 10:26 am (UTC)(link)
There is only one reason in Meg's mind why they should stop and not engage in a little extra curriculum activity and that is Cas and the possibility that Meg might actually be in love with him. Okay, so maybe that one reason is a pretty valid, pretty huge reason. But apparently all reasoning, no matter how valid goes out the window when Dean Winchester sticks his tongue down your throat.

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.
Edited (what are words?) 2013-04-28 14:55 (UTC)
foundacause: ([MEG] ❖ sexual tension)

[personal profile] foundacause 2013-04-29 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
Oh come on. One demon hides his brother like a pony and they have to get inked up. Spoilsports. Besides, riding Sam was hardly all that fun, all limbs and things. Enough about the past, damn it. There is only one Winchester she has any interest in riding right now - and not in the demonic way.

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.
foundacause: (Default)

[personal profile] foundacause 2013-04-29 10:45 am (UTC)(link)
One of the things Meg loves about her current meatsuit is just how petite and feminine it is - especially next to giants like the Winchesters. She likes picking the pretty skins. And she definitely likes it when red blooded males appreciate the pretty little meatsuits.

She wraps her legs around him, pressing herself against him all warm skin and soft curves. She wants more. Needs more.
foundacause: ([MEG] ❖ sexual tension)

[personal profile] foundacause 2013-04-30 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
What kind of woman would she be if she didn't give him a little something in return? She rolls her hips, giving him just a hint of friction. Not enough to sate the need, but enough to give a little taste. She bites her lip to stifle the moan that threatens to escape her. Okay, so maybe rocking against him is as much for her benefit as it is his.

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."
foundacause: ([MEG] ❖ bound and tortured)

[personal profile] foundacause 2013-04-30 12:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Meg would prefer her sort-of-not-quite-boyfriend not to be turned into a fly if it's all the same. How is she supposed to protect him if the entire population tries to swat him? Maybe she could keep him in a matchbox? Just be thankful she hasn't mastered the art of angel mind rape/reading. That could be awkward.

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."
foundacause: ([MEG] ❖ lips of an angel)

[personal profile] foundacause 2013-05-01 01:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Poor Cas. Subjected to the full Dolby surround sound delights of Meg and Dean - now with clear high definition. He will definitely need the brain bleach later. Or counselling. Or maybe a new best friend and would-be girlfriend.

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."
foundacause: ([MEG] ❖ sexual tension)

[personal profile] foundacause 2013-05-02 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
Just as Meg won't cry a river if/when they're back to normal, if there's any lasting damage to her relationship with Cas, she accidentally-on-purpose slips over and accidentally-on-purpose stabs and kills Dean. Sometimes these things just happen. Accidentally. On purpose.

"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..."
foundacause: ([MEG] ❖ bound and tortured)

[personal profile] foundacause 2013-05-03 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
So far his reputation was safe. Course, knowing Meg she'll probably say it was terrible afterwards even if he rocks her world right down to her true core. What? She doesn't want to willingly praise his abilities.

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.
foundacause: ([MEG] ❖ sexual tension)

[personal profile] foundacause 2013-05-12 10:52 am (UTC)(link)
Just don't come crawling to her when the proverbial shit hits the proverbial fan, because she won't be there to offer hugs and puppies - regardless of how amazing the sex is right now. Did she mention how good the sex is? It's good. Great. Amazing. And she is never going to hear the end of it thanks to his inflated ego.

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.
foundacause: ([MEG] ❖ team free will v.2)

lol

[personal profile] foundacause 2013-05-12 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"I wouldn't go as far as 'awesome'. It was okay." Yes. Yes it was awesome. Screwed a Winchester? Check. Mind-blowing orgasm? Check. Itch scratched? Check.

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."