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 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."