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For those who have not seen it, I started a new fic called Operation Little Red Riding Cas with a werewolf Dean.

Dean's bed is king-size and amazingly soft. And Castiel can't help but moan quietly when the demon lays him on the sheets gingerly. Unlike his bed at the home for supernatural creatures, Dean's bed just makes him want to bury his face into the soft pillow, inhale its owner's scent, and fall asleep, curled into a tight ball. But apparently Dean has other plans and sleep can wait.

The demon crawls onto the bed, hovering above Castiel with his elbows pressed on either side of the angel's head, looking into baby-blues with obvious lust.

"Are you afraid of me?" Dean asks gently, trying his damn best not to attack the sinful lips in front of him.

"I… I don't know," Castiel mumbles nervously. "Should I be?"

Dean chuckles throatily. "I don't think so. Unless you decide to pull some trick on me or try to run away. Then you will wish you'd never been born." Dean brushes his thumb over Castiel's lips, which part slightly from fear, letting out a small gasp.

"But for now, I think we should relax and engage in pleasant activities. Don't you agree, angel?" The demon caresses Castiel's neck and licks it, feeling how the boy shudders under his touches. "Would you like that, Cas?"

"I-I think so." Castiel nods slowly, putting his hands on Dean's shoulders.

"Good," the demon plants a kiss above the angel's brow. "Have you been with anyone before?"

Castiel blushes, feeling his face burning. "No, I haven't," he whispers quietly.

"No?" Dean huffs, amused. "What about the blowjob you gave me a few minutes ago? I thought you had some experience."

Castiel just wants the ground to open up and swallow him. "Benny told me to watch some gay porn before he brought me here, so I wouldn't look like an idiot." The boy closes his eyes, unable to meet the host's intense gaze.

"Son of a bitch." Dean shakes his head unbelievingly. "I would've never guessed it."

"I am sorry," Castiel whispers. "I am useless and I am sorry that I disappointed you."

"What?" Dean almost chokes on his own tongue. "You aren't useless, Cas. Did you see me complaining? Nothing's wrong with being a virgin. And you know what? I like that you haven't slept around. Come 'ere." He pulls the angel into his arms.

Their kisses are all tongues and bites. Castiel just yields and enjoys whatever Dean is giving him. The demon is careful, as he doesn't want to break his gift, knowing that it's Cas' first time and it has to be special. Dean feels so proud of himself when the boy makes those delicious moans and whimpers as the demon's hands knead and grope the angel's flesh. But it's not enough, Dean wants to completely take Cas apart.

"Do you trust me?" He rasps as his lips nip at the angel's earlobe.

"Yes, Dean," Castiel whines, digging his fingernails into Dean's back, throwing his head back, offering his neck to the host's teeth and tongue.

The angel gasps slightly when Dean flips them over, pinning the boy down on the bed. "You will like it," the demon promises as he grins at him, opening a drawer of his nightstand, taking something out.

It happens so fast that Castiel does not have time to realize what's going on. His eyes widen, and a small amount of fear is creeping into them when the boy tugs against the restraints tethering his wrists to the headboard.

"Dean," Castiel sounds frightened as his heart beats frantically.

"Calm down, babe." Dean leans forward, claiming the boy's mouth. "Aint gonna hurt you. Trust me. Just wanna make it good for you."

Castiel is painfully hard and Dean's words are not helping. His cock is dripping pre-cum, labored breaths leaving the boy's mouth as the demon devours him with his eyes.

"Fuck this shit," Dean swears loudly, almost ripping his clothes off and throwing them on the floor. "I think I owe Benny a big favor for giving you to me." Dean whispers against Castiel's chest, sucking the angel's left nipple into his hot mouth. He grinds against Castiel, stealing such a lewd moan from the angel that Dean almost comes from the sound of it.

"I'm gonna take my time and learn your body with my fingers and tongue before I take you, fuck you so good and hard that you'll see stars exploding," Dean growls into the boy's ear. He travels down the angel's body, carving and drawing his own routes on Castiel's body, leaving wet traces with his tongue, learning every muscle and curve on the boy's lean, delicious body. He trails his hands over Castiel's frame, not wanting to miss even a single inch.

Dean pushes Castiel's thighs apart, diving between them, purposely avoiding the angel's leaking erection and sucks a bruise on the inside of his thigh. He moves to Castiel's hipbones, admiring their beauty. Those small kitten laps and swipes of his tongue have the angel thrashing on the bed. It's good that his hands are bound or Dean would have to worry about Castiel's safety.

"Please… Dean… Dean, I need…" Castiel whines and bucks his hips, arching off the bed.

"Show me your wings," the demon grunts into the boy's ear, sliding his hands under Castiel's body and squeezing his ass.

"N-no," Castiel whimpers, shaking his head.

"Show them to me, Cas." Dean grinds his hips against Castiel and the angel shivers.

"They are ugly." He chokes a sob, blue eyes filling with tears.

"Whoever told you that they're ugly is a fucking douche. They're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Show them to me, Cas." Dean soothes the boy, caressing his side with a gentle touch of his fingertips.

Castiel is quiet for a moment but then lets out a shuddering breath and unfurls his black wings, stretching them over the bed.

"I'll be damned," Dean grunts. "They are fucking awesome, Cas. Can I touch them?"

Castiel looks at him incredulously. "You want to touch them?"

The demon nods. "Yes. I would love to. But only if you're okay with it."

Castiel swallows hard. He would never think that anyone would ever like – but more importantly, want to touch – his wings. "Yes, you may touch them, Dean."

The angel shivers violently when Dean slides his hands into the black feathers and begins to comb them, going through the layers of velvety feathers. The sensations are overwhelming, sending electric sparks of ecstasy through the boy's body.

Looking at Castiel's face for the signs of pain and not finding any, Dean's touches become bolder. His hand grabs the right wing of the angel tighter and Castiel jerks up, letting out a high pitched whine. Dean stops abruptly, looking frightened.

"Shit, shit, I'm sorry, Cas. Did I hurt you? Are you alright?"

Castiel's face is flushed, lips parted and emitting fast, heavy breaths. His eyes are unfocused and pupils… dilated…

A realization dawns upon Dean. "You… you liked it, didn't you?"

Castiel nods, panting heavily. "Please, don't stop."

"With pleasure," Dean groans and returns to Castiel's wings. He leans forward and starts to kiss the long feathers on the boy's left wing, tickles them with his tongue, while his other hand is busy combing and caressing Castiel's right wing. The feathers quiver from his touches like their owner is trembling under the demon's weight, seized with lust and need.

Castiel is close, Dean can tell from his frequent and loud moans, and the demon decides that he's had enough of foreplay. Dean rummages through the drawer again, finding lube, fishing it out hurriedly. He leaves a pack of condoms untouched, thinking it's not necessary. Angels, just like demons, are immune to any disease or infections, so there's no need for it.

He kisses Castiel, wet and messy, while the boy's legs wrap around his waist, trying to roll his hips desperately.

"Patience, sweetheart," Dean croons, pouring a good amount of lube on his fingers, rubbing them together.

Dean makes sure that the preparation lasts long enough, until Castiel starts to beg and whimper from the feeling of having Dean's three fingers inside him, stretching, scissoring, and preparing for something much bigger than the demon's fingers. When he feels that the angel is ready, Dean positions himself and slides very slowly into the pliant, slick body underneath him. He soothes and kisses off Castiel's cry of pain. No matter how careful he is, the pain is still there.

"Shh, it's alright, babe. I've got you." Dean kisses the angel's face, brushing a lone tear off that's escaped from Castiel's shut eyes. "Relax, it will get better, I promise."

Dean stays in place, unmoving and letting Castiel adjust to his length deep inside him. After a while, when he feels he's ready, Castiel gives a short nod and the demon begins to move with careful rolls of his hips. Dean lowers his head to nuzzle at Castiel's neck, his movements getting confident, sliding in and out of the perfect heat that is the boy's body. The angel relaxes and begins to take pleasure from the process, meeting the demon's thrusts.

"Harder, please," he chokes, encouraging Dean for deeper and more powerful thrusts.

A scream of pleasure rips out of Castiel's throat when Dean slams into his prostate. His hands are bound to the headboard and all he can do is hold the demon with his legs wrapped around his waist in a deathly grip.

Dean's hand buries into the soft, warm feathers of Castiel's wing, caressing and paying deserved attention to them with the sensual touches of his fingers. The demon's other hand closes around the boy's neglected erection, stroking it, matching with the rolls of his hips.

Castiel lets out a screech, arching his back and clenching down on Dean's dick so hard that the demon curses, inhaling sharply like he'd been underwater for too long and has just dived out. The boy is shaking and spilling his release all over his belly and Dean's fist. The wings are stretched at their full length and the sight is so mesmerizing that Dean moans, biting his bottom lip, and shoots his own load into Castiel's depth.

"Fuck…" He grunts, pulling out of the angel's body and falling down on the bed, almost squishing the boy.

"Dean…" Castiel's voice is all muffled and weak under his deadweight and the demon instantly sobers up.

"Shit, I'm sorry," he exclaims, freeing the boy's hands from the restraints hurriedly. "You alright, babe?"

Castiel nods, smiling slightly, and Dean thinks that he'll never get tired of seeing Castiel like this: all rumpled, a pink shade on his cheeks, kiss swollen lips, with his blue eyes looking sleepy. "I'm fine, Dean. I enjoyed it a lot."

The demon chuckles. "I told you that you'd like it." He pulls the boy into his arms, caressing his back gently.

"Dean," Castiel begins, raising his head from Dean's chest.

"Yeah, what is it, Cas?"

"Can we eat something? I'm hungry." He smiles awkwardly.

The demon can't help but laugh aloud. "I'm such a shitty host. Of course we can. I've got some pizza. If you don't want pizza, I can cook something for us. What d'ya say?"

"No, pizza's good," Castiel assures him, cupping the demon's cheek. "I like pizza."

"Good, let's go and have pizza. But only after we take a shower together." He winks at the angel, making the boy grin.

Thursday 06:50 am

Dean's cell phone on the nightstand will surely explode if he doesn't answer the call. The demon grunts, rubbing his eyes and grabbing the device.

"Benny, the fuck? It's 7 in the morning." Dean growls into the phone.

"Morning to you too, brother," the vampire chuckles. "How did it go? Did you like my gift? Or should we return him to the place he ran away from?"

Dean turns his head to the side, looking down at the angel, who is sleeping like the dead, looking sated and peaceful. Even angels have their limits and it's no wonder that the boy is passed out after having sex all night.

"Nah, I'm keeping him. He's perfect," Dean answers. "Talk to you later, Benny. I need some sleep."

Dean throws the mobile on the carpet, snuggling and holding his gift from behind. He kisses the boy's nape, wrapping the strong arms around Castiel's body.

"Yeah, you're perfect, Cas," he murmurs into the angel's shoulder and closes his eyes, drifting off to sleep.