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Castiel pinned Dean roughly to the bunker wall, wrists held firmly above his head. Dean whimpered at the jolt of painful pleasure.
"Cas.." Dean half moaned, half whined.
Castiel's pupils dilated as he drank in Dean's appearance. The soft flesh of Dean's neck was unprotected, silently begging Castiel to abuse it.
Dean could feel the heat radiating from the Angel and gulped, Cas looked like he was ready to eat Dean alive.
The hunters growing erection began to strain painfully against his jeans. He whined, thrusting his hips towards Castiel's crotch, desperately seeking friction.
"Come on, Cas..do something already!" Dean groaned in frustration. Before Dean could say or do anything else, a sharp pain blossomed across his right cheek.
"Be quiet." Cas growled.
Cas had slapped him. Cas had slapped him, and he liked it.