Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Angels and Demons: A Supernatural Fanfic ❯ Sin City ( Chapter 11 )

11. Sin City

“I can't believe you picked Las Vegas. I mean, sorry, but that doesn't fit the typical stereotype I had in mind for angels, least of all you.” Dean said to Rachel as they entered the city limits.

“Are you complaining Dean? This trip should include everything you like. There's gambling, women, booze, sex, and a bunch of other things that any mortal man like you should enjoy.” Grace said laughingly.

“I'm not complaining. I just can't wrap my head around a reason why an angel would choose Sin City for vacation. What's your reason anyway Rachel?” Dean asked curiously as he took a few swigs of pop.

She and Castiel exchanged small smiles. “Well, if you really must know, Cas and I want to get married.” Dean nearly choked on the Coca Cola he was drinking and Grace squealed enthusiastically, turning around and grabbing her best friend in a tight hug, her ass hitting Dean's elbow and causing him to swerve and narrowly miss being hit by an oncoming car. Muttering a few curse words Dean managed to swerve back into his lane. A second later his cell phone rang. He picked it up and answered.

“What?” he snapped, still recovering from nearly being hit. A gruff voice answered. “What the hell kind of driving was that Dean? You nearly hit another car!” Bobby yelled.

“Sorry Bobby” he murmured, looking over at Grace and smiling because she was hugging an obviously disgruntled Castiel. “I only did that because Grace's ass hit my elbow. She reacted a little too enthusiastically when she found out that our angel friends plan on tying the knot in Vegas.”

“They're getting married?” Bobby said incredulously.

“Wait a minute, Dean's getting married? What the hell?” he heard Sam mutter in the background. Dean rolled his eyes. “Bobby, put my dumbass brother on the phone.”

“Dean, you're getting married?” Sam asked abashed, notes of disbelief and shock in his voice.

“No you idiot, its Castiel and Rachel who are getting married, not me!” Dean said, irritation coloring his voice. A moment later he nearly dropped his phone as Grace grabbed it out of his hand and pressed the button to put Sam on speaker. “They're getting married? Oh Sam, we should too! You know how much I love you.” They heard Ruby say. Dean grinned as he heard his brother's stuttering reply. “What, us, get married? Umm……well, yeah sure, I mean if you really wanted to…..” Oh Sammy, Dean thought, you are so whipped.

“Don't you want to marry me?” They heard Ruby ask in a small hurt voice.

“Of course I do! I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you! I just didn't expect it so soon!” Sam said quickly. Grace giggled and Dean smirked. He glanced back at Rachel and saw her smiling softly. Even Castiel looked amused.

“Well if those two are going to get married then I don't see why you shouldn't join them Dean.” Bobby interjected laughingly. Dean gulped nervously and shushed him. “Don't give Grace any ideas.” He warned. He heard her gasp and risked a glance over at the passenger's seat. Her light blue eyes were sparkling and her face was consumed in a rapturous smile. She looked so happy and excited, the sun's rays shining on the highlights in her golden curls as she stared hopefully at him. She looked so beautiful, perfect in fact. Dean felt his heart stop. Looking into her eyes he knew that there was nothing he could refuse her.

Her beauty however had rendered him momentarily speechless. Of course Grace took it the wrong way. “What is it Dean? Don't you want to marry me? You love me don't you?” she murmured, her eyes filling with tears. Dean sucked in a breath and heard Sam mutter “I think he has commitment issues.”

“I do not you idiot! Quit making me look bad Sam!” Dean yelled, getting his voice back.

“Of course I'll marry you Grace, if you'll have me that is. The only thing I care about is your happiness.” He heard Bobby snicker and Sam laugh. “Awww, that's so romantic.” Ruby murmured. Dean rolled his eyes, willing himself not to gag. The next instant Grace hugged him though, her eyes shining with happiness. Dean couldn't help but grin as he felt all warm and fuzzy inside. I am so pussy whipped he thought. After that Sam looked online to find the nearest place that performed weddings. After giving Dean the directions he hung up.

“This is all your fault you know, putting marriage into everyone's head.” He muttered, looking back at Rachel and smiling in spite of himself. Rachel met his gaze, and for the first time he saw her look truly happy, as if nothing could ruin the moment for her. “I know. I would apologize, but honestly I'm not really that sorry.” She replied. Dean laughed and Grace's eyes widened. “Oh Rachel, we can't get married yet. We have to get dresses.” She said wistfully.

“Why? Is there something wrong with the clothes I'm wearing?” Rachel replied, raising one eyebrow. Grace laughed. “Well you've seen the movies. Who gets married in jeans and a t- shirt besides inbred hicks? Come on Rachel, live a little. It's been so long since I've seen you in a dress. That would be so awesome wouldn't it?”

“Well……I guess so….” Rachel murmured quietly.

“It sounds expensive to me. Wedding dresses aren't cheap from what I've heard, and you're high maintenance to begin with.” Dean teased. Rachel laughed and Grace elbowed him, her expression indignant. “Come on Dean, it's our wedding day for goodness sake. We don't have to get actual wedding dresses anyway. It's Vegas. Nothing is conventional. I was thinking of something more along the lines of a prom dress anyway. We don't even have to buy them. We can just rent them.” She retorted.

“I like that idea.” Dean replied. “We can just rent our tuxes too. It should be fun anyway, especially since Cas hasn't ever been clothes shopping before.” He looked back at Castiel. The angel squirmed a little, feeling nervous about the upcoming new experience and hoping he didn't have to interact with too many humans. Rachel placed a placating hand on his arm as she glanced at him sympathetically, murmuring softly that he would be fine.

They called Sam again, telling him the plan. After finding a tux and dress store in close proximity to each other they met there and while the girls went across the street to look at dresses, the guys headed inside to rent their tuxes.

“I honestly never thought I'd live to see the day you two chuckleheads got real girlfriends, much less married. Even if they're demons, I think your old man would be proud of you both.” Bobby said as they looked through the various tuxes to find their sizes.

“Hey guys, don't we need to get rings for the girls too? I mean, isn't that what a man gives his wife when he gets married?” Castiel murmured curiously. Dean and Sam exchanged glances. “Well damn. Castiel's right Sam. We forgot about the rings.” Dean muttered. Sam looked a little apprehensive. “Oh crap. We'd better take care of that as soon as we get through here. I'm sure our girlfriends didn't forget.”

“You mean your fiancés.” Bobby corrected.

“Right, our fiancés.” Dean said. After they got their tuxes Sam pulled out his phone and found a jewelry store close by. Putting their suits in the car they walked half a block and went inside to look for rings.

In the end, after a good 30 minutes of actual looking, which in guy time equaled about 3 hours, they made their decisions. Ruby's ring was a citrine set in white gold, Grace's ring was an alexandrite set in white gold, and Rachel's ring was a sapphire set in silver. As well as buying their girl's rings, they also bought their own wedding bands, matching them to their fiancés rings.

Bobby looked at each of the rings and let out a low whistle. “Wow, your girls won't know who to kiss first, you or the rings.” He joked. They bought the rings and walked back out to the car. Seeing that the girls still hadn't emerged from the dress shop yet, they went a few blocks over and looked at the small church where the ceremony would be performed. Not surprisingly, the man with the task of marrying them was an old, fat Elvis Presley impersonator and his young wife was posing as Lisa Marie Presley. They made the arrangements for the wedding, signed a few documents, changed into their tuxes with the rings in hand, and waited in the church, telling Bobby to bring the girls over whenever they got done shopping. Bobby, who was amused at seeing the Winchesters look so uncharacteristically fancy and nervous, agreed. Surprisingly, Castiel seemed utterly calm about the whole manner. Sam and Dean where too busy talking about Grace and Ruby to notice though, and while they sat discussing what type of dresses the women had probably bought and fingered the rings in their palms, Castiel sat silently, saying nothing. He leaned back in the pew, sighing softly, tampering down his impatience. He had waited over five centuries for this to happen, so a few more hours wouldn't kill him. Pulling the ring out of his pocket he willed himself to calm down and wait. He smiled softly, barely able to contain the happiness that welled up inside him at the thought of finally making Rachel his.

“I don't like this one. It's too short.” Grace complained, hanging it back up. “Hey you guys, does this make me look like a slut?” Ruby asked, walking out of the dressing room. Grace and Rachel looked at the skintight black cocktail dress that she was wearing.

“Umm……well…..” Grace began, feeling a little embarrassed at seeing most of Ruby's boobs. Rachel blushed furiously and looked at the ground, mumbling that it did. “Oh well. On to the next one.” Ruby said, disappearing behind the curtain again.

Rachel looked over at Grace. “Are you alright?” she asked. Grace looked over at her and she was surprised to find her friend blushing. Normally it was she who was more embarrassed. “Yeah. I'm fine. I just sort of wish that my eyes had bled out of their sockets for a moment there. That's more of Ruby than I ever wanted to see.”

“Okay, what about this?” Ruby asked, coming out of the dressing room again. Grace gasped in astonishment and Rachel's jaw dropped. Ruby had on a very nice red dress. One that didn't show too much skin like all the others she had previously picked. It still had tons of sex appeal, but it wasn't nearly as revealing. Grace clapped in delight and Rachel felt herself smile.

“Wow Ruby, that looks awesome on you!” Grace said enthusiastically. Rachel nodded in agreement. “You look like an actual woman instead of a ten dollar French whore. No offense.” She murmured. Ruby looked at her and laughed. “Grace told me you had a good sense of humor. Thanks Rachel. Now we need to concentrate on finding you two a dress.” She said. They looked through the various dresses and Grace managed to find a few that she liked. The first two she tried on were too short and the next three were too long, but the last dress was just right.

“Whoa. Talk about a show stopper. That dress is totally you Grace.” Ruby said appreciatively. “Yeah, it suits you perfectly.” Rachel murmured in agreement. Grace's dress was a dark green that hugged her body. It was sensual looking, not blatantly sexual, and it seemed to match Grace's personality exactly. The next person to concentrate on was Rachel.

After going through a good half of the store she finally found something she liked. After she had slipped it on she surveyed herself in the dressing room mirror, knowing in her heart that it was the perfect one. She walked out to show Grace and Ruby.

The two demons were struck utterly speechless.

“Oh Rachel.” Ruby breathed.

“It's…..it's gorgeous.” Grace gasped.

Rachel felt herself blush but managed to keep a straight face. They all stood there in their dresses, utterly in awe of one another. Each one of them looked beautiful.

“Well now, aren't you three the loveliest trio of brides a man ever laid eyes on.” A voice behind them murmured. They all turned and found Bobby standing there. They all blushed at the praise, even Ruby. “It's a good thing you're not the one getting married. It's bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the wedding you know.”

Bobby laughed. “Your husbands- to- be won't know what hit them once they see you all. Speaking of which, they sent me over here to pick you up. They're waiting at the church as we speak.”

“Oh no, we forgot to tell them about getting rings!” Grace cried worriedly.

“Don't worry. We already took care of that.” Bobby said reassuringly. All the women breathed a sigh of relief. They had already paid for renting their dresses for the day so they all walked out of the store and got into Bobby's car. On the way to the church, he called the boys, giving them a few minutes notice before they arrived. Grace asked if he wouldn't mind walking all of them down the aisle. Even though he blushed slightly, she could tell that her question pleased him, and he agreed.

Once they got there they walked into the building and hung back for a few seconds, trying to calm their nerves. Bobby went inside the auditorium, making sure everything was in place. Coming back to the ladies, he offered each his arm and walked with them down the isle, giving them away as it were, to their chosen companion.

Ruby was first.

Walking down the isle she felt a little nervous. She had never gotten married before but hoped that she was good at it. As she got closer to where Sam was standing however, the nervousness faded away and was replaced by joy. Finally there was a man that loved her enough to pledge himself to her and spend the rest of his life with her. She knew that with anyone else her actions would warrant her to be no more than a casual fling, but Sam Winchester saw her differently. He truly loved her and she vowed to always love him in return, tending to his happiness before her own. As Bobby let go of her arm and she took Sam's hand, she smiled, happy to his a bride.

Grace was next.

She felt oddly nervous as he gripped Bobby's arm and walked down the isle. Normally nothing really made her so apprehensive, but today she was making a decision that would change her life forever. She was getting married to Dean Winchester. She smiled softly as she thought back on how long a dream that had been for her. She was hardly able to believe that it was possible, but as Bobby let go of her and she took Dean's hand, there wasn't any doubt in her mind.

Rachel was last.

She trembled slightly as she took Bobby's arm and they walked toward the front where everyone else stood. Even though she managed to keep a straight face, on the inside there were butterflies in her stomach and her pulse was racing. Rachel hated being so nervous. Bobby must have sensed it because he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze before he placed it in Castiel's and then stood off to the side.

Even though the ceremony itself didn't take long, no one was really able to pay attention to the words. Too busy staring into their lover's eyes, they just repeated what the minister told them to, placing the rings on each others fingers with trembling hands. When the minister pronounced the couples husband and wife, no one waited long enough for him to add that the groom could kiss the bride. Ignoring the indignant squawks of the Presley impersonators the husbands kissed their wives in turn. It seemed like an eternity before anyone was able to pull away but someone clearing their throat broke the haze of the moment.

“Sorry, but I have other weddings to perform today.” The Elvis guy said. Everyone looked back and saw a whole host of expectant brides and grooms lined up outside of the auditorium waiting. The minister handed each of them their marriage certificates and wished them well. Bobby made them stop for a moment, so he could get pictures. Then they all walked outside, their hand linked with their partners.

“Wow, seeing that many weddings in one day makes me feel young again. Well, I don't mean to be a buzz kill, but on the way here I got a phone call from an old friend of mine. He's got a hunting job for me, so you all just run along and have fun while I go take care of this pest problem.”

“You don't want us to go with you?” Dean asked. Bobby laughed and shook his head. “No, you guys enjoy your honeymoon. You only get one you know. I'll meet up with you happy couples later.” He made them all promise to call him if they needed anything and then drove off.

“We need to get these dresses and tuxes back, but you girls get to keep your rings.”

“Thanks.” Ruby murmured.

“Yeah, they're beautiful.” Grace said, admiring hers. Rachel smiled in contentment as she held Castiel's hand, saying nothing. All six of them piled into Dean's car and they drove back to the stores.

“It might take us longer to change than you.” Grace murmured.

“Take your time.” Dean said absentmindedly, smiling. He, Sam, and Castiel all walked into the tux store and returned their suits. “How long do you think we'll be here?” Sam asked. Dean shrugged. “I'd say a good week or two, maybe even three. After saving the world from ending, I think we deserve to relax and have a nice normal vacation, don't you?” he replied as they walked out to the car. They all got inside and waited for their new brides to emerge.

“This is by far the best day of my life.” Grace breathed as she handed her dress to the cashier. Ruby and Rachel did the same, murmuring in agreement.

“I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to go fix my makeup.” Ruby said, walking to the back of the store and into the bathroom. Rachel and Grace followed her. While they were in there the two demons straightened their appearance and Rachel fixed her hair. After making sure that they looked good they started to walk out of the bathroom but where interrupted when four men who looked like a cross between bouncers and bodyguards entered.

“Hey, can't you read? This is the ladies room you idiots.” Ruby snapped. “Yeah, what do you think you're doing in here anyway?” Grace added. Rachel shivered slightly, sensing that the intruders definitely weren't human. Grace and Ruby must have sensed it too because they pulled out their daggers and prepared to fight.

“Don't do anything too rash now ladies. There isn't any reason for anyone to get hurt.” The man in front said, holding up his hands peaceably. Grace and Ruby exchanged glances, suspicion written on their faces, not lowering their weapons. That split second of distraction however was all it took. Before Ruby could react the front man threw a punch in her face and his fist connected with her jaw. She hit the sink and then slumped to the ground, momentarily dazed. Grace kicked the first guy in the face, knocking him out of the way, but the second man grabbed her leg and threw her sideways against the nearby wall. She was knocked out instantly. Ruby managed to stab man number two with her dagger. He shrieked and disappeared, telling her that these intruders were demons. She stabbed at the third man but missed. He grabbed her outstretched arm, twisted her around, and knocked her over the side of the head. She fell in an unconscious heap to the ground. He bent to pick her up but Rachel kicked him in the face so hard that it split open. While he howled in agony, blood gushing from his wound, she attempted to heal Ruby and Grace, but before she could even utter the necessary spell the fourth man grabbed her. She kneed him in the groin and landed a punch in his face, momentarily escaping his grasp. But then men number one and two materialized behind her. They grabbed her and she heard one gasp as he realized that she was an angel. It apparently wasn't enough to stop them though, because a second later she felt something hard and metallic connect with her skull. Castiel help! She cried out feebly. Then everything faded to black.

Rachel groaned softly, rolling onto her side. Her head throbbed like she had been hit with a blunt object. She froze as the memories came back to her. With a pang of fear she realized her hands and feet were tied. She could feel the cold hard ground against most of her skin but realized she wasn't completely naked. The room was dark, the only light a dim shaft coming from under the door. Giving her eyes a few moments to adjust she saw a dark shape beside her. She tapped it cautiously with her foot. She heard it make a muted sound, like a soft snore, and kicked it harder.

“Hey, I'm trying to sleep here….what the hell? Oh God, we've been kidnapped! Rachel, Ruby, are you there?”

“I'm here Grace. My foot is poking you. Ruby, if you're around could you say something?” Rachel asked.

“I'm here.” Came a feeble reply.

“Ruby, thank God. Are you alright?” Grace asked.

“I'm fine.” She responded. “Where's Rachel?”

“Over here. Where are we Ruby?” Rachel asked.

“Well, I think I know where we are, but I hope I'm wrong.”

“Where do you think we are?” Grace asked.

“If I'm right, we're in an underground demon club that specializes in booze, illegal gambling, and prostitution. Guess what we get to do.” She replied grimly.

“Oh fuck.” Grace snapped.

“Exactly.” Ruby replied. Before the conversation could go further the door opened revealing two women that were obviously hookers. Once was a platinum blonde and the other was a red head. They regarded the three friends with a mixture of sympathy and pity.

“Oh look at these poor girls Roxy! What was the boss thinking when he grabbed them off of the street?” the red head said.

“I don't know Tracie, but the boss man said to show them the ropes. According to them, two of the girls are normal but one's a virgin.”

“Well that blonde and the brunette there are demons, that's for sure. I bet my whole week's paycheck that they're the normal ones.” Roxy said, smiling and winking at them. Grace gulped nervously and Ruby stared back at her defiantly.

“Oh, you poor thing. You must be the virgin right?” Tracie murmured softly, looking at Rachel. Rachel felt herself blush.

“Come on, we have to untie them. We don't get paid to gawk.” Roxy murmured, helping Grace and Ruby to their feet and untying them. Tracie did the same for Rachel. Once she had her on her feet however, she gasped and turned white as a sheet.

“What is it Tracie? What's wrong?” Roxy asked concerned.

“She's…….this girl's a fucking angel! Have the bouncers lost their minds? She could kill us all or at the very least get us exploited! We could lose our jobs!” Tracie shrieked.

“Shut up! Do you want everyone to hear?” Roxy snapped, clamping a hand over Tracie's mouth. Grace took the opportunity to speak up.

“Excuse me ladies, but I know a way that you can keep your jobs and guarantee you that no one will find out about our angel friend here. As long as you play nice with us, I'll make sure she doesn't smite you with holy fire.” Grace said reassuringly, putting a hand on Rachel's shoulder. They two prostitutes looked at Rachel suspiciously.

“I won't hurt you if you don't hurt us.” Rachel murmured. Tracie and Roxy exchanged nervous glances but nodded. “You got yourself a deal angel lady. Now, I don't mean to be rude, but we have to get you all ready to um, provide your services, for lack of a better word.”

Rachel felt herself blush again and Grace was beginning to get rosy cheeked too.

“Ugh. I thought I wouldn't have to do this again.” Ruby groaned. Everyone looked at her, confusion on their faces. “You've done this before? Why the heck did you bother asking us if you looked like a slut in the dress store then? You obviously are one!” Grace said indignantly.

“I am not! I always make sure to get paid for my work, unless it comes to Sam anyway. I retired from the “Riding Business” a long time ago.” Ruby snapped.

“You must be so proud of yourself. Bless you for being seen in public.” Rachel muttered. Grace laughed.

They were led to a room in the very back and given different choices to wear as far as their outfits went. There wasn't any real clothes however, just sexy, silky, gauzy underwear. They all sighed and chose what they were going to wear. Grace chose a blue pair of silk panties and a bra. Ruby chose a dark chocolate colored pair of thong underwear and a push up bra, and Rachel chose a pair of black women's briefs and a black silk bra. It was humiliating, but they also had to pick out matching pairs of stiletto heels.

“I'm going to kill myself in these things.” Grace groused indignantly, nearly tripping as she took her first step. Ruby was walking around like she wore the shoes all the time, and Rachel stood still, afraid to breath, much less take a step. After a few minutes Roxy and Tracie checked in on them and led each of them to their rooms. It was both a good and bad thing that their rooms were all side by side. Ruby went in the first one. “Here, you'll need this. Herbert likes the S&M stuff.” Tracie murmured, handing Ruby a small whip. Ruby's face lit up for a moment. “Ohh, I haven't done the whole dominant and submissive thing in so long.” She said, almost sounding happy about it.

Grace was put in the second one. “Tristan likes things kind of ruff. I just thought I'd warn you because he's a biter.” Tracie murmured. Grace gulped nervously, mumbling a barely audible thank you, and went inside.

They led Rachel to the third door. “Don't worry honey, we'll get you someone who's more into touching than doing.” Roxy reassured Rachel as she closed the door behind her. Walking over to a corner and slumping against the wall, Rachel prayed with all her might that they were rescued soon.

“Damn. What the hell could be taking them so long? It's already been fifteen minutes.” Dean muttered, glancing at the clock on his radio.

“They're probably gossiping. You know how women love to talk.” Sam said.

“Yeah, they're probably talking about us.” Dean replied.

Castiel, who had been lounging quietly in the back up until this point, suddenly sat bolt upright and looked at the dress shop, concern on his face. “They're in trouble.” He murmured, getting out of the car. Sam and Dean were right behind him. Walking inside, they found the cashier slumped behind the counter in a pool of blood. Walking further back they noticed that various customers were in a similar shape. After doing a quick search of the store they checked the last place where the girls could be. Walking into the Ladies' bathroom they found it completely empty except for sulfur.

“Demons.” Sam said somberly.

“Dammit. They've got the girls.” Dean said cursing.

“What do we do now? Is there any way we can find them?” Sam asked. Castiel bent down and examined the sulfur.

“I can perform a spell that will allow us to track them.” He murmured quietly. He muttered a few words in the ancient language of the angels and after a few seconds whispered, “I've found them.”

“Good. Where are they?” Dean said. Castiel looked at him and sighed. “They are underground.” Sam and Dean looked at Castiel like he was nuts. “You're serious?” Sam asked surprised. Castiel nodded.

“Grab on to me. That way I can just transport us to their location.” Castiel ordered. Sam grabbed onto his shoulder but Dean was hesitant.

“Hold up. The last time you zapped me someplace I didn't poop for a week.” Dean muttered, looking uncertainly at Castiel. Sam snickered but the angel didn't look amused.

“Dean, I don't have time for this. In case you haven't noticed, our wives have been abducted by demons. I can promise you that I'll buy as many laxatives as you want as soon as this is over.” Castiel murmured, offering Dean his arm. Dean shook his head.

“Sorry, but no. I am not going to be constipated like that ever again.” He retorted. Castiel rolled his eyes and prayed for patience. Why does Dean Winchester have to be so stubborn?

“So let me get this straight. You would rather go through the Las Vegas sewers than get zapped somewhere? Man, you are seriously disturbed.” Sam muttered, letting go of Castiel because he knew that there was no changing Dean's mind.

Apparently Castiel knew this too, because he sighed in irritation and mumbled “Come on, this is going to take a lot longer than I had planned. Pray no harm befalls our wives due to your fear of irregular BMs Dean Winchester. Oh, and while you're at it, let's hope that you don't forget to pick up your little blue pills for your E.D. You'd probably die if you couldn't have sex.” Castiel muttered irritably, leading them to the nearest ladder that led to the sewers. Sam laughed out loud and Dean's mouth gaped open. For a moment he was too stunned to say anything, much less think.

“Did he just imply that I have erectile dysfunction?” Dean sputtered in shock.

“Yeah, I think so. I mean, come on old man, you're worried about your bowel movements? It's only natural that you would be worried about your sex life too. You probably can't rise to the occasion, if you know what I mean.” Sam answered, laughing again. Dean didn't reply, he just stared in utter shock and amazement at Castiel.

“I can't believe he made a fucking joke!” he spluttered. Sam just laughed harder. Castiel felt better, having caused Dean to be rendered momentarily speechless, and while pushing his irritation with the mortal's irrational fears aside, he went down the ladder and descended into the sewers. Dean and Sam followed him. The brothers turned on flashlights, lighting the darkness that pervaded the tunnels once the staircase was out of sight.

“Sorry for annoying you Cas.” Dean muttered after a few moments of silence. Castiel sighed. “It's not completely your fault Dean. I'm just irritated because things keep happening that get in my way of having sex. First it was trying to stop Sam from opening the final seal, then it was saving the world from the Apocalypse, and now it's this. Forgive me, but I'm getting angrier the longer I have to wait. I've only been hoping for this for the last five centuries.” He murmured apologetically. Sam looked at the angel sympathetically and Dean gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder.

“You poor guy. You could have had sex in the meantime couldn't you? How long has it been since you've done the nasty with anyone?” Dean asked. Castiel rubbed the back of his neck and Dean could have sworn he saw a blush creep into Castiel's cheeks.

Sam noticed it too. “Oh no. Don't tell me you're a virgin.” He said. By then the brothers definitely knew that the angel was embarrassed. Dean smirked. “Come on Cas, you mean to tell me you've never done a little cloud seeding up there?” he murmured smugly, pointing upward at the sky.

“I…I've never had occasion to, okay?” Castiel replied, stammering the slightest bit. Dean and Sam exchanged glances and busted out laughing. Castiel's miserable face stopped any further teasing the brother's might have subjected him to however. “You waited this long to have sex? Why?” Sam asked him.

“Well, for me, sex isn't just a casual thing. It is to be reserved for that special person in your life who means the most to you. For me, that's Rachel. Honestly, since the day I first met her, I haven't thought of anyone else. She was always the one I wanted.” Castiel replied.

Dean let out a low whistle. “Damn. You must be hot all over for her.” He saw Castiel smile wryly.

“You have no idea. I'm so sick of taking cold showers every evening.”

“Dude, you've got it bad. I'd hate to be in your shoes.” Sam replied. He heard Castiel laugh softly. Walking down the dark tunnels the conversation was unusually light. After about twenty minutes of chatter Castiel stopped in front of a large metal door. “They're behind here.” He murmured.

“How the hell are we going to move that?” Dean asked. The door was made out of steel and must have weighed a good ton. Castiel smiled and rolled up his coat sleeves. Grabbing the door handle with both hands he pulled with all of his strength and managed to pull it halfway open. Dean and Sam exchanged shocked glances but said nothing. Following Castiel inside they were utterly shocked to find themselves in a demon stripper bar.

“This is a den of iniquity. I shouldn't be here.” Castiel hissed, sucking in a breath, his grey eyes widening in shock. Sam smiled and Dean chuckled. A man came up to them. “What will it be boys? Sex, booze, gambling?” he asked.

“Well, do you have any new meat in store?” Dean asked, pulling out a couple of hundred dollar bills. The man smiled and said, “Follow me.”

“Okay, now what's your safety word?” Ruby murmured quietly, making sure the chains that tied the man to the bedposts were tight and secure.

“Bananas.” The man replied.

Wow, isn't this one creative? That has to be the dumbest one I've heard.

“Alright, if I get too rough then you just say that word and I'll stop, I promise.” Ruby said, pulling out the small whip. She was just about to strike the first blow when the door burst open.

“Ruby!” Sam yelled.

Ruby's eyes widened. “Sam? Oh thank God, I'm so glad you found us!” she said, leaping into his arms. Dean looked over the happy couple and noticed the bound and gagged man tied to the bed. His eyes widened. Sheesh, who knew Sammy liked the kinky chicks?

“Ruby, can you tell us where the others are?” Sam asked curiously. She nodded. “Grace is in the room next to ours and Rachel is in the last one.”

They busted down Grace's door and stumbled upon an odd sight. A man was sitting on the bed, his shoes and socks on the floor, and Grace looked a very worrisome shade of green, sitting a foot away from him on the floor.

Dean ran over to her and picked her up. “What the hell did you do to her you bastard?” he snarled. The man looked up at him helplessly. “I just asked her to lick my feet.”

He felt Grace go limp in his arms.

“Dude, you are one sick son of a bitch.” Dean mumbled, carrying Grace out of the room.

“What happened?” Sam asked.

“That creep wanted her to lick his feet.” Dean replied.

“That's gross, no wonder she passed out.” Sam murmured.

“Humans are disgusting.” Castiel interjected.

“Ugh, people with foot fetishes are the worst.” Ruby replied.

Once they had managed to get Grace to wake up she was more than happy to see Dean. “Oh my God, do you have any idea of what that creeper wanted me to do? I nearly threw up. I'm sorry Dean, but if you ever ask me to lick your feet, I will divorce you.” Grace said.

“Honey, if I asked you to do that, I'd divorce me.” Dean replied smiling. After making sure Grace was okay they went to the third room. They were just about to open the door when Tracie and Roxy showed up.

“Hey, have you guys sent anyone into her room yet?” Grace asked them. They looked at each other and shook their heads. “No, she hasn't been seen yet. Are these gentlemen taking you home?” Grace and Ruby nodded. “Well good. Have a nice time.” The two prostitutes went on their way.

“Thank goodness nothing happened to Rachel.” Ruby breathed. Grace nodded. “Yeah, she must be scared to death. Let's get her out of there and then ditch this hellhole.” They opened the third door.

They were very surprised to find Rachel standing in front of a full length mirror with her arms behind her head, fixing her hair. She turned around quickly, nearly falling but catching her balance by grabbing the wall.

“Ruby, Grace?” she said softly. They both rushed in and hugged her, murmuring how glad they were that she was alright. While they were checking her over Dean and Sam looked at Castiel and smirked.

“So, what do you think of what she's wearing?” Dean asked. Castiel mumbled something but they couldn't hear it. He was too busy admiring what Rachel was wearing, black silk panties, a black bra, and stiletto heels. For a moment he was utterly dumbstruck.

“Are you okay? Cas? Say something.” Sam said, elbowing him. Castiel gulped nervously, noticing how the scant clothing emphasized her body. Her skin was pale, creamy, porcelain. Her body was taunt, curvy, perfect, and the way she would look when he ripped her clothes off…..

“Holy Mother of God.” He breathed, willing himself to turn away before he completely lost control and the state he was in turned completely obvious. He heard Sam and Dean laugh but ignored them. Taking a deep breath he steadied himself and turned back around.

“Hey guys, we don't mind going out like this, but is there anything you have that can cover Rachel up? She's really embarrassed about being seen like this.” Grace said.

“Here, she can wear this.” Castiel murmured, tossing her his trench coat. Rachel took it, smiling gratefully at him. Castiel felt his heart skip a few beats, thrusting his sweating palms in the pockets of his trousers.

Once everyone was ready they grabbed onto Castiel, because Grace told Dean on no uncertain terms that she was not going through the sewer, and he zapped them aboveground to Dean's car. Thankfully there was no one around because it was late. On the way into the heart of Las Vegas Sam made reservations at a hotel. Once there, Sam and Dean gave Ruby and Grace their jackets and they went inside. Ignoring the shocked glances from people, they were given their room cards and went up to the very top story of the building. Stepping out of the elevator they all parted ways and went to their rooms, fully intent on enjoying their honeymoons to the fullest extent.

“I'm so glad we found you guys.” Sam murmured, taking his shirt off along with his shoes and socks. He looked over at Ruby, admiring her body in the golden glow of the lamplight. Slipping off her heels, she laid them by her bag on the floor. Looking over at him she smiled, a mixture of passion and playfulness lighting up her eyes. Turning her back to him, she tediously stripped off her bra, purposely being slow to pull the garment off, feeling Sam's hungry eyes at her back, watching the line of her body. She used the same technique to strip off her thong, taking her time, teasing him. She heard him groan softly, a mixture of impatience and appreciation blending in his voice, making it drop to a low, sexy note. By nature Ruby was playful, flirtatious, mischievous, and nothing short of a sensual seductress, but she knew that Sam's patience, far though it might stretch, couldn't last forever. And she realized, looking into the fiery depths of his green eyes that were alight with need and desire, his control wasn't going to last much longer either. Walking over to him she wrapped her arms around him and softly sighed as his mouth came down on hers. Their tongues met, melded, and explored each other's mouths. His jeans created a delectable friction between them, making her nipples harden into tight peaks. Running her hands over his shoulders, down his muscled back, and over his taunt ass, she slipped her fingers around his waist and found the zipper to his jeans. She unzipped them in less than a second, the sound making her grow wetter than she already was. She moaned softly, arching against him, begging with her body for him to take his clothes off and shed the last barrier between them. She wanted to feel his skin slide against hers, soak in the warmth of his body, and feel his strong protective arms around her as he held her close. On the outside she may have acted tough, but inside she was like any other woman and had needs. Better than anyone, Sam knew how to assuage the hunger she felt, fulfill her darkest desires. He never made her feel like she was something to be used and thrown away. Sam always made her feel loved, special, important. He put her needs before his own, and sometimes Ruby could be very demanding, but he was selfless, he loved her unconditionally, and was willing to die for her if need be. Those were just a few of the things she loved about him.

Sam loved Ruby too, more than anything else. He loved her tenacity, her sense of humor, the way she didn't put up with anything she didn't want to. She always did what she wanted when she wanted to and no one could stop her. He loved her courage, her fearless spirit, her street smarts and kick ass body, but more than anything he loved the fact that she accepted him for who he was, the way he was. She didn't ask him to change. In fact she helped him if he needed it. She was always there to listen to him, and that meant a lot to Sam.

He stepped out of his jeans, a groan torn from him as Ruby slipped off his underwear and her delicate fingers closed around his shaft. She squeezed and got another groan out of him. She yelped in surprise however as Sam picked her up and carried her over to the bed. He laid her down carefully, almost as if he was afraid to hurt her, and came on top of her the next instant. Without even thinking she wrapped her legs around his hips and arched into him, moaning. Sam's mouth captured hers in another kiss and his hands slid to her hips, holding her in place. He caught her soft cries of pleasure as he slid into inch by inch, slow and steady, a growl unfurling from deep inside him as he felt her silken muscles clench around him. The deeper he went the harder the hold she had on him. Even though Sam was tempted to lose all control and speed up the rhythm, he willed himself to calm down and took Ruby in long, slow, heat building strokes. The heat kept building and building, going from smoking embers to a raging fire between them. They both broke the kiss, needing air, and as they panted, resting their foreheads against one another, their bodies became bathed in sweat and liquid heat.

“Sam…please…” Ruby raggedly moaned, a note of desperation creeping into her voice. She heard him suck in a breath and groaned as she flexed her inner muscles and squeezed his shaft harder. They were both so close to coming. Any moment they would be sent over the edge.

“…….God….Ruby….” Sam gasped, thrusting into her one last time, his body shuddering above hers. She wasn't certain whether it was the note of pleasure in his voice or the way he felt inside her, but Ruby came next. Crying out softly, her body writhed beneath his, caught in the aftermath of a mind numbing climax. She lost count of how many times she cried his name. Her body finally went limp beneath him and he collapsed on top of her. They both lay silently in the room for a few moments, catching their breath. Sam wrapped his warm strong arms around Ruby and rolled onto his back, taking her with him. For awhile they said nothing, content to let the seldom heard silence wash over them, gathering back their strength. Once they had recovered they resumed their activities, making love over and over well into the predawn hours.

“Slow down Dean!” Grace giggled as he layered kisses on all over her neck, face, and shoulder while simultaneously stripping her bra off. The instant they had shut the door behind them he had pulled off his shoes, socks, shirt, and jeans. His attention was diverted to her breasts and he mercilessly teased her nipples with his warm wet tongue and teeth. Grace fisted her hands in his hair and moaned, her fingernails digging into his scalp as she arched into him.

After momentarily sating the urge to lave her breasts he left them and went lower, his mouth leaving a wet trail of kisses down her abdomen and belly, lingering to play with her pierced navel. Grace groaned and pressed herself closer to him, the wall digging into her back. Dean grabbed the edge of her panties with his teeth, pulling them down, and they fell in a whispering shimmer of silk at Grace's feet. She stepped out of them and Dean climbed up her naked silhouette, his fingers skimming a path down her collarbone and onto her breasts. Grace moaned as he captured her mouth in a fiery kiss and his fingers slipped further down, grazing her belly and slipping in between her thighs. Their tongues met and playfully fought a battle for dominance as his fingers teased her sex.

Dean groaned as he slipped his fingers into Grace's wet heat, feeling her silky warmth engulf his fingers and pulse around him. He could smell her scent, a mixture of honeysuckle and woman, feel the frantic rhythm of her heart as she pressed her breasts to his chest, and he nearly lost all his sense of fine tuned control as he caught her desperate moans in his mouth. He teased her roughly, slipping his fingers out of her over and over in a fast paced rhythm, loving the way she bucked against him and used her body to beg for more. He loved teasing her like that, making her come to the edge and then ease her back down, building her up again countless times. Even though he was thoroughly enjoying himself and could barely think of stopping, there was something he felt he needed to do. His fingers ceased their teasing motions and he broke the kiss.

“Grace” he said, panting, “I feel really dirty and it's bothering me.”

“W-what?” she mumbled, her passion clouded eyes clearing and filling with confusion. “But we've done this before and it never bothered you.”

“Actually, I didn't mean it like that. Back in the sewers when we were looking for you guys, Sam was a dumbass and pushed me into all that murky water. I know I should have told you earlier, but well, I couldn't help myself.” Dean said, raking her body with his hungry gaze. Grace's eyes widened. Apparently in her passion induced state she hadn't noticed that he'd had a peculiar odor about him, but at that moment her nose wrinkled. “Yep, you smell alright. You probably got some funky sewer germs on me too. We are so taking a shower.” She said, gabbing his hand.

The thought of seeing Grace's warm, lithe, naked body wet in a shower completely turned Dean on and put his mind back under the sexual spell. He obediently followed her and watched in anticipation as she turned the shower on and adjusted it to fit her desires. As she did so he couldn't help but think of what a lucky man he was to have a woman like her. He'd thought that she was stunning from the very moment he had laid eyes on her, but Grace meant far more to him than just a good bedding. He loved her easy smile, the way her eyes sparkled when she was excited or happy. He loved her tangible sense of humor and adored the way she cared for those she loved. She never gave up on anyone she believed in and she was more than willing to stick by his side come hell or high water. She was also the only woman he knew that didn't mind his obsession with his car, the fact that he ate way too much pie and drank too much beer, and she would even watch a few dirty movies with him if he asked her too. She didn't mind showing off her body, but no one was allowed to touch but him. She didn't mind that he could get angry sometimes, knowing full and well it wasn't at her, and she encouraged him to pursue whatever made him happy. She was always happy and ready to laugh and never turned him down when he wanted sex. That meant a lot to him because most days he wanted it, at least once and most of the time it was more often than that. His musings all fled his mind however, as she pulled him into the shower.

Watching the water from the showerhead wash over her body and turn her gently curling honey blonde hair a shade darker, he knew in his heart, in his very soul even, that he would never be able to love another woman.

Grace, feeling flattered as Dean's gaze traveled over her wet body, grabbed a bath sponge and lathered it up with soap. She scrubbed all along the muscles of Dean's well defined body, over his luscious chest, abs, stomach. She was going to go lower but he grabbed her hand and plucked it out of her fingers. He smiled at her mischievously, doing the same thing, running it over her body, lingering on her breasts.

“Dean stop it!” she giggled softly. “Don't you think Chastity and Clarice have had enough attention?”

“You named your boobs?” Dean asked incredulously. Grace nodded, smiling. “What do you think?”

He looked at her boobs. “That's awesome.” He said. He teased her body with his hands, mouth, and teeth, just like he had outside the shower.

The sponge slid in a soapy heap from his hands and he dropped to his knees in front of her, parting her thighs with his hands. He was happy to see the pink folds of her sex wet and glistening, but for the moment he was going to put off tasting her. His gaze traveled over to the mixture of blue and green that was formed in the shape of a butterfly tattooed on the skin nearby. Dean's mouth watered at the site.

“I love that you're such a badass chick.” He groaned, tracing his tongue along the tattoo's outline and the butterfly's wings. Grace involuntarily shuddered and moaned, digging her fingers in his scalp and pressing his face closer to her.

“Do you like when I do this?” he murmured, licking along the lines of the tattoo again and all along her inner thighs.

“Yes Dean. Oh yes, yes, yes.” She moaned, panting, her legs trembling. He smiled and left the tattoo, slipping his tongue inside her sex, kissing it like he had her mouth, growling as her silken muscles and deliciously wet heat closed around him and her womanly scent engulfed him. He thrust his tongue in harder, faster, making Grace lose her breath because it felt so wonderful. She panted raggedly, thrusting her hips against him over and over and with a final lick he sent her over the edge, her muscles closing around his tongue. She screamed his name and felt her legs give way, but by that point she was so consumed in white hot pleasure and heat that she didn't even care if she fell.

Dean, bless him, caught her before she hit the tile floor and gently laid her on her back, watching her flushed face as she gasped in a feeble attempt to get some air to her oxygen deprived lungs. In his eyes she was utterly pristine, her body sensuous and made for every dark and dirty sin imaginable, her face breathtakingly beautiful in it's perfection. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was swollen from his kiss, her cheeks flushed even as a faint smile formed on her face. He gave her a few seconds to recover, barely able to restrain himself from parting her thighs again and thrusting his aching swollen cock into her sweet folds. He forced himself to wait however, wanting to make her come a second time. Her blue eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at him.

He smiled back, positioning her legs on his shoulders so that her calves pressed into his back. Then, unable to wait any longer, he thrust into her, slamming forward to the hilt with a single rocking motion of his hips. The warm, wet walls of her sex closed around his cock, squeezing just right. It was almost too much, especially since she screamed his name a second time and climaxed again, her walls tightening around him like a fist, causing her to pump against him. She writhed beneath him, her orgasm wracking her body. He forced himself to move within her, sliding in and out with fast, deep strokes, she lay whimpering under him, another orgasm quickly building. He caught her mouth with his, kissing her deep, his tongue mimicking the actions of his cock as he slid into her over and over again, harder and faster with every stroke. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her body bucking against him, urging him forward, silently begging him to go deeper.

This was it, what they'd both been so desperately craving. He caught her cries of pleasure in his mouth as he brought her to climax for a third time, riding the waves it produced so very hard that he came a second later, a guttural groan torn from his throat. Grace clutched at him, practically jerking the seed out of him as she writhed beneath him, caught in the throws of climax. The release was so intense, so mind numbingly good for them both that they saw stars for a few seconds as their bodies tensed, shuddering one last time as they spasmed from release. Then Grace's body went limp and Dean collapsed on top of her. They lost all track of time as they laid in the shower, the warm water growing cold. Dean mustered up some strength and turned it off, picking Grace up and carrying her to the bed. Neither one of them cared that they were soaking the sheets as they crawled beneath the thick comforter on the bed.

Dean laid on his back and wrapped Grace in his arms as she snuggled up to him, content to be held and never move again. They both lay there for the rest of the night, languidly making love so many times that they lost count, not stopping to rest until long after the sun had arisen.

“Thanks for letting me use your coat.” Rachel murmured, slipping it off and setting it on the table. Walking over to the bed she sat down and took off her heels, glad to be back in Castiel's comforting presence instead of stuck in a whorehouse of demons. She looked over at him and could sense the fact that he seemed a little nervous. On the way back he hadn't said much, he had just kept glancing over at her like he wanted to rip all of her clothes off, and then his grey eyes would widen like he couldn't believe he'd thought that and look away.

“You're welcome.” He murmured, glancing over at the discarded garment and then back at Rachel. Her bra and panties stood in stark contrast with her pale skin, the black highlighting her porcelain complexion. Castiel licked his lips and took a few gulps of air, his hands trembling ever so slightly as he took off his tie and slipped off his shoes and socks. Rachel was looking at him curiously, almost sympathetically. She smiled warmly at him and he felt a spark of heat travel from his head to his toes, that one simple gesture making his body tingle. “Are you alright?” she asked.

“No, far from it. I just don't want to mess this up.” He replied, laughing shakily. She grabbed his hand and sat him down on the bed next to her. “There's no reason to be nervous Cas. Just don't think about it and do what comes naturally.” She said reassuringly, her fingers reaching for and undoing the first few buttons of his shirt. As she slipped it off his shoulders he murmured, “You aren't nervous?”

She shook her head. “No, I'm not, and that's really surprising because I've never done this before, but I'm prepared. I've read a lot of romance novels, so I should be fine.” She said laughingly.

“But what if I do something you don't like?” he asked.

“I'll tell you if I don't like it, and vice versa. Look, I know you're nervous about this so here's what I propose. I know you've held yourself back before, but I'm asking that you don't do that this time. Do whatever you want that comes to mind. I've wanted this just as much as you have.” She murmured softly. She saw Castiel's grey eyes roaming over her body, making her feel as deliciously warm as if he'd touched her with his hands.

“So I can do whatever I want to you?” he asked softly, his fingers gliding under the silk of her bra strap. He moved closer to her, his face a few inches away from hers, the nervousness vanishing from his eyes and being replaced by heat and longing. Rachel felt herself nod, her hands sliding to his shoulders and circling his neck. “Yes.” She breathlessly whispered, her eyes burning with a mixture of passion and need.

Castiel groaned softly, unable to restrain himself any longer, his mouth coming down on hers as he unclasped her bra and her breasts fell free of the cups. He slipped it off, throwing it on the floor, pulling her beneath him. Slipping his tongue inside her mouth he kissed her long, slow, and gentle, exploring every crevice of her mouth and savoring her sweet taste while he twined one of his hands in her dark silky hair and the other skimmed her jaw line, throat, and shoulder. Her soft round breasts pressed against his chest and he felt his shaft throb as it lengthened and filled, pressing against his pants and growing harder than steel. He didn't try to tamper down his desire though, it was useless. His skin was already heated to a fever pitch, his senses in overdrive. He pressed himself into Rachel's body, demanding that she know just how much he wanted her.

Rachel's breath caught in her throat as she ran her fingers down Castiel's strong back and cupped his firm ass. A guttural groan was torn form him and she shuddered beneath him, feeling his hard cock pressed against her, the barriers of their clothing not able to mask how aroused he was or distill the heat that burned like wildfire between them.

Slipping her hands in between the waistband of his pants she unbuttoned them and slid them off of his body along with his boxers, her fingers curling around his shaft and gently squeezing. He was so long, hard, and thick that she even with her ring finger and thumb she couldn't get all the way around. Feeling Castiel shudder she let out a soft, desperate cry, wanting him in her mouth almost as much as she wanted him in her body.

“Rachel.” Castiel groaned breaking the kiss, his body trembling and breaking out into a sweat. Her delicate fingers curled around him and squeezed as she explored, rubbing up and down his shaft. He gritted his teeth to keep from losing all sense of control and distracted himself by skimming a wet trail down Rachel's neck and onto her breast, taking a puckered nipple in between his teeth and laving it with his tongue, sucking on it while his hand kneaded her other breast, mimicking his tongue's actions with his thumb. Her skin was naturally sweet and the light sweat that broken out gave her body a sparkling sheen and a salty edge.

Rachel didn't want Castiel to lose all vestige of his control so she stopped teasing him for the moment and ran her hands up his taunt stomach, abs, and chest, loving the feel of muscle that seemed so much more varied than her own. His skin was burning, hot, on fire. The muscles that rippled underneath made her smile in happiness and delight.

She arched into him, aching to get closer, as if the heat from his body could be absorbed into her skin. She felt his cock press against her sex through her panties as they grew wetter. Her breath left her in a gasp as she moaned and thrust her hips against him, unconsciously rubbing her body against his.

Castiel groaned and turned his attention to her other breast, teasing it with his mouth like he had the first. His hands slipped down to her waist, one grasping her hip and the other yanking the black silk of her underwear off of her body. Rachel barely had time to feel her panties slide down her legs before she felt his hand slip in between her thighs and into her sex. Biting her lip to keep from screaming, she thrust her hips against his hand as he slipped a finger inside of her, craving more. He thrust it in and out a few times, her wetness coating his finger. It felt so good there, swollen and big as he explored her most sacred part. She didn't think it could feel any more wonderful, but he thrust a second finger inside and for once she was glad to be wrong. This stretched her further, causing a soft moan to flow past her lips. She felt like she had waited an eternity for him to do this and vaguely wondered how she'd been able to hold out for so long. He increased his rhythm of his two fingers as they thrust in and out of her, and then he added a third.

Rachel nearly came off the bed as a soft cry was torn from her throat. Her head thrashed from side to side, her eyes squeezed shut, her hips bucking against his hand, urging him to go deeper. Castiel closed his eyes, shuddering as he felt Rachel's silken walls close around his fingers as he thrust them deep inside her, feeling his cock harden even further. Groaning as he felt it swell even more, throbbing almost painfully, he sped up the rhythm again and breathed in her intoxicating scent of lavender and woman. Rachel arched her back, thrusting her hips against him one last time, barely able to catch her breath. She felt a surge of moisture in between her thighs, feeling her muscles clench around Castiel's fingers.

Then she came. White hot pleasure wracked her body in wave after wave of delicious heat and golden light, consuming her in passion and fire. She dimly thought she heard herself scream his name but she couldn't be certain. All she felt was blissful mind blowing pleasure, finally having the release she'd been craving. The waves of euphoria never seemed to end, lessening in intensity and gradually decreasing until Rachel's body finally went limp. She lay on the bed, her chest rising and falling, panting as she tried to catch her breath, her body still tingling from the effects of her first climax.

Castiel watched Rachel in fascination as his gaze swept over her body and her soft cries kept reiterating in his mind. Her eyes were closed, long dark lashes touching her cheeks that were flushed. Her lips were swollen from his kiss and her body was glistening in a light sweat. Her breasts were rising up and down with the fall of her chest and her taunt belly trembled slightly. His gaze roamed down further, settling on the midnight patch of curls in between her thighs. Her sex was still swollen and wet. Castiel licked his lips and smiled as an idea came to him. laughing darkly he parted her thighs a little wider with his hands, slipping his head between them.

Rachel lay motionless, her body feeling drained, not even having enough strength to open her eyes. She felt Castiel's warm hands on her thighs again and vaguely wondered what he was planning to do next. He didn't keep her waiting long. She felt the stubble on his cheeks graze against her skin and laughed because it tickled. Her laugh turned to a moan however as she felt his tongue slip inside of her. Rachel's eyes flew open and she moaned as her body was once again burning for his touch. Her sex throbbed and her breasts felt heavy as heat pooled in her core. She shuddered as he kissed her there like he had kissed her mouth, his warm tongue tasting and exploring. He groaned, loving the sweet taste of her flesh, feeling her tremble as the sound reverberated through her body. His tongue stroked her deeply, gently, thoroughly, finding the small nub of her desire and sucking on it. Any questions about the fabled G spot's existence was wiped from her mind as he sucked there, feeling her body heat increase as her pulse sped up and the pressure began building once again. She became hotter and hotter, feeling as if her body was on fire. Rachel whimpered softly as her silken walls clenched around his tongue and he sucked her pleasure spot harder, her body screaming for release long before the broken pleas spilled past her lips.

Castiel slid his tongue in deep, finding that sweet nub and sucking as hard as he could, the soft cries and pleas pouring from Rachel's mouth music to his ears. She shuddered, her back bowing, hands clutching desperately at the sheets, his name a mantra that she sobbed over and over as the second climax overtook her and sent her to new heights. The pleasure she had felt before seemed familiar and yet altogether new. Every cell in her body burst with white hot heat and relief of release as she laid there, a sense of peace and happiness overwhelming her. Her body felt as if it was bathed in a golden heat, burning with the fires of passion, still wanting more even as she staggered from the sensations of her second orgasm. Rachel was unable to move, think, or speak; she was just able to feel. She didn't know how long she lay there, recovering from two climaxes even as her senses went into overdrive, smelling Castiel's alluring scent and hearing his heartbeat.

Castiel licked his lips, feeling wonder and satisfaction flow through him, smiling. Her first climax had been good, he second one even better, and now he wanted to make it happen again. He had barely been able to keep himself from coming as she'd sobbed his name and her body shook. His control was receding fast, need making him harder than steel, his balls feeling painfully heavy. He couldn't wait any longer. If he did he'd spontaneously combust. Rachel sighed his name as he climbed up her body and settled himself in between her thighs. Her eyes fluttered open and she licked her lips, smiling up at him gratefully. “You're going to think I'm crazy, but I want you again already.” She murmured. He smiled, “I want you again too.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and he pressed himself against her entrance, feeling how deliciously warm and wet she was. She arched her hips, rubbing herself up and down his shaft. The breath hissed out of him and he raggedly groaned, pinning her hands to the side of her head, their fingers lacing together, suspending his body above hers. They locked eyes as he went down on her.

They both shuddered and gasped as he slid in that first inch, the pressure high and the heat building. Their lips met, mouths fusing as their tongues melded. Kissing each other deep, he slid in another inch. Arching into each other he slid in a third, moans torn from their throats. Her silken walls closed around his shaft and Castiel broke the kiss, breath hissing out between his clenched teeth, fighting the urge to spill his seed prematurely. He paused, his body trembling, fighting for enough control to just hang on for a bit longer.

“Cas” Rachel moaned, panting, “don't stop, please don't stop.” He slid in another inch, gasping because the pleasure felt so very good, almost painful. He buried his face in her neck, thrusting in to the hilt. The pleasure that it brought was so powerful that they both cried out. They were unable to move it was so intense, enveloping them in heat and passion so strong that it was a wonder their mortal vessels didn't vaporize on impact and turn to ashes. Castiel let go of her hands and groaned as he slowly pulled out of her. Rachel slipped her hands up his muscled arms and found his shoulders, digging her nails into them as she arched her back and thrust up her hips, not wanting to let him go. Then she felt the room spin and could hardly breathe as he began pushing inside her again, this time the pleasure even more deeply felt.

“I love you Rachel.” He murmured tenderly, gently holding her in his arms and kissing her temple, shifting his hips as he slowly pulled in and out, never breaking the languid rhythm.

“I love you too Cas.” She whispered softly, rubbing her cheek against the stubble on his face, their lips finding each other again. Sparks of heat, like bolts of electricity, moved down their spines and through their bodies. All the while the slow and steady pace of Castiel's thrusts never faltered. The pressure and pleasure built monumentally with each one and they were amazed to feel that every penetration was better than the last. Everything built to a fever pitch, slowly but surely, like dull embers sparking into a raging inferno of fire and heat. Castiel shifted his hips a few times, hitting Rachel at different angles and reaching even deeper levels of penetration. Lord have mercy, she thought, if this doesn't end soon he's going to kill me. I can't hold on much longer. Her sex throbbed around him, convulsing every time he thrust in or out. Her body and mind, her very being, was screaming in anguished bliss for release.

Castiel thrust into her one, two, three times. Each stroke was harder, deeper, than the last. Feeling Rachel's silken, hot, wet sheathe close around his shaft was driving him to near insanity. It felt so good, almost sin like, but even if it had been considered a sin at that moment Castiel was sure he wouldn't give a damn. His body shuddered and he raggedly panted, feeling his spine bow in pleasure as molten waves of heat washed over him. He felt Rachel trembling beneath him, heard her broken sobs and cries, knowing that they were both so close to coming, achingly close. Good God in Heaven, he thought, I can't hold on anymore.

Thrusting in one last time he cried out, shouting her name as pure, white hot pleasure engulfed every part of his being, the tension gone and replaced by heat so concentrated that he felt like he'd left his mortal vessel and was in the purest form of his true being, flying at the speed of light, infinitely timeless and unending.

Rachel felt Castiel's body clench and his rock hard cock thrust into the very center of her, jutting out streams of white hot seed as her womb throbbed around him, convulsing and throbbing. Her body was engulfed in waves of euphoric heat and passion, a wildfire consuming her with a release so acute that she felt it in her very soul, in the deepest fibers of her being. She could barely breathe it felt so wonderful, somehow getting enough air in her lungs to scream his name as her body and mind were caught in the throws of a third orgasm.

It seemed as if the waves of heat and pleasure that engulfed them and seeped into their very beings would never end, their simultaneous orgasms lasting for an immeasurable amount of time. Finally, after Rachel's body had gone limp and Castiel had collapsed on top of her, the aftereffects of their climaxes fading, they were able to move.

Castiel rolled to his side, cradling Rachel in his arms. She snuggled against his chest and buried her face in his neck, nuzzling his throat. The inside of her thigh rested on his hip, her fingers twined around his neck. One of his hands was stroking her hair with feather light touches, enjoying the silky feel of her long wavy locks. The other hand rested in the middle of her back, tracing lazy circles. For a long time they didn't speak, just enjoying feeling each others' skin. They were far from being tired but didn't feel like moving, gently teasing each other with soft strokes and tender kisses. Castiel found himself gazing into the depths of Rachel's deep brown eyes, smiling, feeling utterly grateful and happy that she was finally his. The feeling was mutual, being reflected in her own gaze.

“You're beautiful you know that?” he softly murmured as he kissed her nose. She blushed, reminding herself that she needed to get used to him saying that.

“So, that's not bad sex for a couple of virgins is it?” she said.

“It was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced. We're not stopping anytime soon are we?” Castiel replied, giving her a grin that caused her toes to curl in anticipation.

“No, we don't have to stop unless you want to. Lucky for us that sleep isn't necessary.” She whispered, her voice soft and breathy.

“Good, then I'll never stop.” He said, leaning down to kiss her. Before their lips met however, he paused, looking at her sheepishly, blushing the slightest bit. Rachel felt her heart skip a beat. “……we can stop and order cheeseburgers though, can't we?”

A laugh bubbled up from Rachel's throat before she could stop it. It was a musical sound, a sound so full of happiness that Castiel vowed to make her laugh as often as possible. It was contagious and he found himself laughing right along with her.

“If you promise to order some vodka with that then you won't hear me complain.” Rachel said, once she had managed to get herself under control. Castiel looked at her, his grey eyes lighting up with excitement. “Good idea,” he said, “we haven't tried drunk sex yet.” Rachel erupted into another helpless fit of giggles.

“How many times are we going to have sex before we leave?” she asked laughingly, meaning to tease him. Castiel's laughing face turned serious as he thought about it.

“Well, it'll probably end up being in the low hundreds.” He said. Rachel's eyes widened in surprise. “So we're just going to drink vodka, eat cheeseburgers, and have sex the rest of the time that we're here?” she asked. Castiel nodded and smiled. “Of course. I love fornicating with you.” Rachel ended up in a laughing fit yet again and Castiel treasured the sound just as much as he did her heart or her willingness to marry him.

“But if we're only here for a week or two, how is it even possible that we could have that much sex? It could take days, weeks even.” Rachel murmured after catching her breath.

She yelped in surprise and delight as Castiel pinned her beneath him the next second, grinning roguishly.

“Well then, we'd better get started.”