A party at the bunker? But what Mary Winchester wants she gets, and what she wanted was to have a birthday party for the son she never got to throw one for.
Mary had asked me to stay this past last month after pairing up for a vamp hunt in Missouri, not only to help her with the party plans, but also to work as a dispatcher for some hunters she was working with, including her and her boys. Although computers had kinda made this type of job somewhat obsolete, Mary still preferred the a more personal...analog approach to hunting. I mean sure, I had to answer calls day and night, do research, and deal with stinky whiny hunters all day, but not coming home covered in ghoul was a perk; and so was getting to spend the day with the angel, Castiel.
“Sam! Happy Birthday!” I said with a smile, giving him a hug.
“Thank you. Wow. Look at you!”
“Yeah. Well, I can’t wear this to work, it’s for special occasions...and this is definitely one.”
“Can I get you a drink?” he asked.
As Sam walked away, Dean approached me, looking dapper with his signature sinful grin on his face.
“Are you the stripper?”
“If I was, I’d put on a show you could never afford.” giving him a wink.
He smiled, putting his arm around my waist and taking a sip of his beer.
“This is nice huh? For Sammy.”
“It really is. Your mom, she did a hell of a job.
Sam approached us both with a tray of numerous tiny cups.
“Oh no. No. No.” I protested, shaking my head.
“Oh yes!” Dean exclaimed, releasing my waist to hand me a cup and taking one for himself.
“Come on Y/N. It’s my birthday.”
Taking a sniff at the cup, I felt my eyes burn at the intensity of the alcohol content.
“To Sammy!” Dean announced.
I wish I could say it was just one...but that is not the Winchester way. Drinking is noble work, competitive like a sport. Even though I could keep up with them, I had a mission to complete, and this liquid courage would help.
“Guys. Where's Cas?”
Both shrugged, looking around for a moment, when Dean got a weird smirk on his face.
“What?” I asked.
“Dean.” Sam instinctively scolded him, before turning to see my face starting to match my scarlet colored dress. “Wait. Are you?”
I gulped, my silence was deafening.
“Oh my god you are!” Sam exclaimed.
Their ridiculous grins got bigger.
“I hate you guys.”
“OH come on Y/N!” Dean exclaimed.
As I walked away, they shouted out helpful tips about “using protection” and that “he thinks it means his angel blade!” I held up my middle finger, as I made my way through the crowd, before greeting a few guests, then grabbing another drink and heading to Dean’s man cave to hide. As I opened the door, I noticed the flickering of a television in the room.
“Cas what are you doing in here? Why aren’t you out enjoying the party?” I asked turning on the lamp.
“It’s very loud.”
“Yeah well, that’s what parties are. You’re going to miss the girl jumping out of the cake.”
“What girl? Won’t that ruin the cake?”
“Kidding Cas.” I said, setting my beer down on the end table.
“You look nice Y/N. I like that color…”
Maybe it was the Winchester's teasing, or the liquid courage I had consumed, but I couldn’t take anymore pleasant banter at that moment; it was now or never. Straddling his lap on the overstuffed recliner, I silenced his next sure to be sweet compliment with my tongue, hungrily nipping at his bottom lip, as I ran my fingers through that mane of hair. Gripping a handful of it at the nape of his neck, and giving it a bit of tug, I swirled my tongue possessively around his before giving it a playful suck.
“I’m...sorry. I have wanted to do that since we first met.” I confessed.
“MmmHmm.” I added, as I began to unbutton his shirt, pulling it from his waistband before running my hands over his chest.
“Y/N!” he groaned as I felt his clothed errection, twitch between my legs.
“I need you Cas.”
Hands shaking, I pulled clumsily at his his belt, unfastened his pants. He reached behind me, unzipping my dress to my waist, freeing my arms. His hands moved over my now exposed breasts, before replacing them with his ravenous mouth. Reaching down between the both of us, he grabbed hold of his cock, stroking it gently, pushing my soaked through panties aside, before lining up the tip with my entrance..
“Castiel please!” I begged.
Lifting me upwards, he entered me, slowly, hissing my name as he allowed me time to adjust to his ample size. His name fell from my lips, over and over again as he began to move, kissing him, touching him, tasting him as his deep thrust pushed me to the edge in what felt like only seconds. As I squeezed down around him in absolute pleasure, he began to thrust harder, hitting me perfectly with each stroke. With his face pressed against my shoulder, and my fingers digging in to his, I could feel my second orgasm building. He cursed as I felt his thrusts start to falter.
“Yes Cas! Yes. Come with me!”
The angel obliged, his warm release filling me as we rode out our orgasms together. He laid back the recliner, allowing me room to collapse on to him, his cock still burried inside me.
“Are you ok?” He asked kissing me atop my head, his hands tracing my spine.
“Yes. More than o.k.” I responded.
With every bit or energy I had left, I lifted my head off his chest, and kissed him, softly, revealing that rarely seen, but beautiful smile of his.
“THAT was what I have wanted to do since we first met.”