who's that casting devious stares in my direction?

[venatical]

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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[foundacause]

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..."

[venatical]

Dean's the one suffering the cupid curse here; nothing's stopping Meg from booting him out of the room, but then she's still here and Dean -- oh Dean is definitely/i> here, thrusting shallowly into her while he gets his balance and tests angles, and -- let's be real -- teases her just that little bit more. They skipped the foreplay; he has to make sure she's getting the most out of this, right? Dean has a reputation to uphold, okay.

"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.

[foundacause]

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.

[venatical]

Thinking is a terrible idea; why would anyone want to think when this feels so good? Maybe it's the trickster thing, all the chaos in the air giving him a near-constant buzz, maybe it's the fact that he's doing a trickster thing right now as he thrusts into her -- Dean sure as hell is going to blame all of that later for how much he's enjoying this.

"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.

[foundacause]

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.

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[venatical]

Yesss. Another victory. Also, take that, Cas. Could've been him. Could've been him with both of them, but it wasn't, and sucks to be him right now, doesn't it because Meg's enjoying herself and Dean sure as hell is enjoying himself as his control breaks and he comes as he rocks into her shallowly a few more times. Once he's spent, he's breathing hard and slowly turning to jelly, and he flops back onto his back. The sparkling mark from Raphael's arrow is starting to fade.

He turns his lazy smile over to her and lifts his eyebrows.

"Awesome, right?"

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[foundacause]

"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."