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Supernatural 4
The pain was excruciating. Dean felt like his penis was ready to fall off from too much use. It was a sensation he'd never felt before. The movement was perfunctory by now: in, out, in, out. There was no joy in fucking Sam as there was too much pain to focus on anything else.
It was a strange feeling. Despite the pain there was the idea, always most important, that they had to continue to have sex and the problem was that they couldn't get past that idea.
They had been having sex for about six hours continuously. They were both beyond exhausted.
Sam had cramps in his legs, ass, back...Pretty much anywhere you can get a cramp. Dean's testicles were hurting from continuously slapping against Sam's ass and his penis, as before mentioned was... over worked.
Dean was now laying fully on top of Sam, and only moving his hips back and forth, always back and forth, always in and out. Sam had his arms around Dean and was holding him close, moaning despite the loss of feeling in his asshole.
Castiel was sitting inside a sort of worn down coffee shop on the main road leading to the city of Mountain Grove. He had a small cup of coffee in front of him and three packets of sugar lined up perfectly with the side of the table so that they were parallel with each other and the table.
By this time he had pin pointed all the possible places Meg would go, scanning thoroughly every corner and alleyway, graveyard and abandoned house. He now knew the small town like the back of his hand. He also knew that it should take about five hours to get from Ada to there.
He looked at the clock on the wall. They were about seven hours late. Something was wrong. There was no way that it would take Dean that much time to get there with his driving.
Castiel suddenly stood up, making his mind about something. He placed a five dollar bill on the table, much more than the coffee was worth and was gone before the waitress turned around.
The cheap motel room Sam and Dean had stayed in was still occupied. Castiel was annoyed. He told them that he wanted them to get the lay of the city before Meg arrived. They disobeyed as usual. Castiel teleported inside, his anger boiling inside him. They were probably having sex again.
"What are you two..." Castiel cut off as he heard a woman scream and cover herself. At first impression Castiel thought that either Sam or Dean was with the woman, but then a quite heavy set truck driver slid out from under the woman.
"What the fuck? How the hell did you get in here?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize..." It was hard to think with the woman screaming in the background. It didn't help that she was naked and a cheap prostitute all wrapped into one lovely package.
Castiel fumbled with the door lock and finally got outside, slamming the door behind him. He could hear the woman screaming "fucking pervert" after him as if she was this high class lady who had never been seen naked by any man other than her husband. Which by the way was not the dirty, overweight truck driver.
He stood grasping the door handle for a couple seconds. They could be anywhere from there to Mountain Grove. Castiel was silently panicking. He could only think of one thing to do. He teleported once again, accidentally ripping the door handle off as he went. The door creaked open and the woman inside began her screaming again.
Castiel was now inside Chuck's house. The place was dark and cluttered, with papers scattered everywhere.
"Chuck?"
"Coming!" The voice came from somewhere upstairs. Suddenly there was a crash at the top of the stairs and books and papers started rolling down the stairs. "Shit."
Chuck jumped over the books and came downstairs. He was wearing a white wife-beater with a short sleeved shirt on top of it. He was just in his briefs.
"I've been waiting for you." He was out of breath.
"So you know what happened?"
"To Sam?"
"And Dean. Yes."
"I thought Dean was with Ellen and Jo."
"What?"
"I don't know...Wait..." He started going back up the stairs and began shuffling through the papers he'd dropped. He finally picked the right one up.
"Here." He pointed at a sentence on the paper. "See, I clearly wrote: `Dean joined his new girlfriend Jo and Ellen -her mother- on a case in Wyoming. Sam was to go see Bobby and take a well earned break.' See it's all right here."
"That's not what happened. I have no time to explain right now... Someone's messing with us. Something's going on."
"Something big, I'm guessing." Chuck started scratching his head. His hair just sort of went with the movement, sticking up in awkward places where it shouldn't stick up. It looked like it hadn't been washed in a while. "No one's messed with my visions before..."
"Selaphiel..."
"What? Who's that?"
"He is...was, an angel. He was one of the original archangels until he fell from grace, years ago...There have been prophecies regarding his return but we always set them aside as speaking of Lucifer himself. `And the Fallen shall return one at a time, to reign destruction, pain, confusion, and ultimately the Apocalypse.'"
"So, how dangerous is this guy? How do you know he's the one who's doing this?"
"I don't know. I've heard stories, whispers from demons and angels saying that he's fallen from the graces of God for different reasons as Lucifer. He's said to never have made it into Hell. And as for how I know it's him...I heard it from Anna."
"Anna?"
"Yes. The human who could hear the angels." Castiel thought for several seconds, remembering how he'd treated the woman before. He regretted his former self intensely. "Well, apparently she still can. And she's heard the other angels speak of him. They are spooked at the very least. They don't need another problem at this point. The Winchesters are proving to be enough of a problem."
There was a pause again. Then Castiel spoke again. "Thank you Chuck, but I must leave now. Try to stay out of trouble."
"I'm sorry I couldn't be of any help..." The angel was gone and Chuck was left with his papers. He stooped back down on the stairs and began picking them up. He sighed.
Castiel teleported in a forest that had become very familiar to him by this time. He'd visited many times within the past month and by the looks of it he would be keeping up the tradition. He stepped over a solid white line that was at his feet. The place he was going to now was surprise-proof, so to speak. The person inside could see him coming long before he got to her.
By this time the night had completely come. Castiel was beginning to panic. He didn't know if he was on a time crunch or if the brothers were in any immediate peril. He needed answers and he needed them soon.
Castiel got to the lone cabin within half an hour, and he was getting frustrated. He made note of how much easier it was to find in the daylight, despite his being there many times. Anna was already standing in the doorway when he got there.
"You don't have much time." She had been waiting for several minutes. "I thought you'd get here sooner."
"Where are they?"
"They haven't gotten far. The angels are always talking about them, as if they want me to hear. I think it's all very suspicious."
"Where are they?"
"They're right outside the city. They're car ran off the road just before the river. If you follow the tracks you'll find them soon enough."
"Thank you." Castiel turned on his heel and began his journey back to the outskirts of the perimeter.
"Castiel. The angels have been talking about Meg a lot too. They shouldn't go to her. This...stalling was done for a reason. I don't think it was meant to be an act of evil."
"Thank you." Castiel stepped into the forest and in minutes he was at the border. He teleported immediately.
He found the tire marks in the dirt right off the road. It wasn't very difficult despite the little lighting. Castiel had begun to calm down after hearing what Anna said about this being only a hindrance. He actually smiled when he saw the faint traces of pink fluffy gas inside the car and the steamed up windows. He opened the driver's door and poked his head inside.
Both the boys were still naked. Dean was still inside Sam, but had fallen a sleep (what looked like hours ago) on top of Sam. He was snoring. Sam had his legs around Dean's body and his arms lay limply on top of him. He was breathing deeply, also asleep. Castiel stopped for a minute and just stared at the two of them laying on top of each other, Dean's ass jerking once in a while, in a vague desire to further penetrate. Castiel shook his head thinking of how horny Dean always is. Even after the love spell was broken, after he'd fucked Sam for hours at end, he still had the urge to have sex...