Son of a Witch

In a world of thieves, the only final sin is stupidity.

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wolfboycj

Carter didn’t mind standing out of the spray, sure it was a bit chilly, but he could also watch water fall down Dean’s body like it was a game of Football any day. With a light shake of his head he really registered what the man had said. “..Not a bad idea, but I was really content with your ass.  Maybe another time.” He says while another half smile takes over his lips and he grabs the Shampoo for them both. “Huh?” Carter asks, wondering if he’d heard the man correctly. What did that even mean? “Doesn’t matter about what was before here..” The werewolf finally says. “It just matters what happens here.”

Dean hummed and leaned back into the water until his back hit the cold stone behind him. He didn’t like the implication of Carter’s words. That his life up until now was gone forever and all he had to look forward to was a life trapped here. Dean didn’t say any of the to Carter though, couldn’t. No matter what he or anyone else said, Carter was a master here, and Dean had to be careful what he said around him. “That’s surprisingly deep,” he chuckled, letting his eyes slide shut as he waited for Carter to use the shampoo. “What makes you think what happens here matters?”

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angelickieran

Oh no I would never ever lie about that. You don’t lie about heaven and Jesus. He’s real of course. How could He not be?

Because old men love to embellish and lie? 

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wolfboycj

Carter shook his head, his brow furrowing slightly. “What? No- this isn’t about sex. I could’ve had you up against the wall or something by now if that was the case. It’s a date because I think I should know the dude I gave bruises to.” That, and he happened to like the other- but that tidbit wasn’t important right now. “I’m not gonna force you to go have some fun with me, Dean, it’s just a date. If it’s a yes, we leave, if it’s a no then I’ll get out of your hair.”

Dean’s eyebrows shot up in mild surprise, trying to work all of that out in his head. Carter wanted to take him on a date and he appeared to actually be serious. And he was also giving Dean the option to say no. He felt something flutter in his chest at that. “Alright,” he said slowly. “I haven’t- I haven’t been on a date in some time though. I can’t promise I wont be a little rusty.”

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easton--ford

Coffee is my best friend. Do you know how to acquire some?

I think there’s some in the kitchen. I mean, it’s not the best tasting, but it’s something.

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elizexchambers:

Elize frowned. “So basically we’re supposed to be bored to death until someone decides they want to have sex with us?”

“It’s a good tactic to try to make us want to be claimed. I hear it’s much more fun upstairs. But yes, that’s basically it.”

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dodging-giants

Dodge immediately felt a tinge of guilt for startling the other male so drastically, and it surely showed across his face. He thought to help clean the mess, but the sight of shards of glass all across the floor had him lingering at the kitchen’s entrance to keep a safe distance between himself and the stranger. “No— I don’t usually prefer for people to starve to death… Do they really not keep you fed?” Daringly, he let himself move closer. “What were you making?”

Dean hopped up on the edge of the counter so he wouldn’t step on anything and awkwardly slid across until he was out of the way of the mess. “The kitchen is here so we can feed ourselves,” he said with a sigh, already regretting being so snippy with the master. There was nothing to gain from that after all. “It was just cereal, so there’s no sense in crying over spilled milk,” he mumbled, looking down at the literal spilled milk and bits of broken bowl.

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chelseariling:

“Well, if the pages are damaged then no deal. I only accept mint condition.” She joked, laying back when he did, one hand behind her head and the other resting on her stomach when not accepting the bottle from the man. She gave a sharp snort at his response and arched a brow. “I mean, you’re not quite wrong.” 

“I don’t think any of the books the gave us were in mint condition. I think McHolland just raided a library. That seems dickish enough for him.” Dean chuckle, taking a longer swig from the bottle and feeling the burn climb up through his veins. “No, but it’s not exactly the type of pleasant conversation you were hoping for, was it?”

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wolfboycj:

“Yeah.” He says with a small laugh. “Because you’re kinda..” CJ glances to the ankle bracelet. “..tied to here and there isn’t much to do out of here at this hour, so we’re going to have a date doing things in and around the hotel. I’ve got it all planned. All you gotta do is come along.”

Dean’s eyes narrowed slightly as he tried to figure out what Carter game was with this. “You know, you don’t have to charm your way into my pants. This really isn’t necessary if you just want to sleep with me.”

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wolfboycj:

Just as Dean pulled back, Carter did the same. It seemed they both had ideas of their own. He gently took Dean’s hands in his own and took a step back after the kiss to his cheek. “Okay- well we’ll get to the bed, but first.. We’re going on a restricted all nighter date thing.”

Dean blinked a few time and stared at Carter, confused. “A...restricted all nighter date thing?” He didn’t even know what that was, much less what to expect. Suddenly, he was a little more apprehensive. Sex he could do, but he hadn’t been on a date in years.

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angelickieran:

It’s true. I’m not joking. I’m an angel. Why would I lie to you?

Because you’re trying to persuade me to accept Jesus Christ into my life maybe?

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easton–ford:

No I was having a bad dream.

Well, in that case, coffee helps. 

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easton–ford:

I just woke up. Give me a minute.

You could always go back to sleep. It’s not like any of us have plans. 

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dodging-giants:

“Sorry— I’m sorry. I, uh, didn’t actually mean to startle you.” He shakes his head for a moment, recollecting himself before narrowing his eyes at the unfamiliar person. “Are you supposed to be here…?”

Dean looked down at the mess of broken glass and spilled food on the floor and sighed. He hadn’t even heard the man enter the kitchen, but when he started talking Dean had nearly jumped out of his skin. “As far as I know, we’re allowed to be in the kitchen. Unless you preferred I stay in my room and starve.” 

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wolfboycj:

The water felt like a massage against his back and he had to admit this would’ve been much better with Dean in with him right away. “I know, right?” He asks while pulling the man inside the shower. “Well I couldn’t have you all sticky. I thought about flipping you and having you suck me off for it, but- I just couldn’t wait honestly.” He shook his head as he thought about it. “You’re just.. “ Carter pauses, thinking of something gushy but then he stomps it out. “You have a really nice ass and really nice everything else too.”

Dean smiled softly, turning his face away from Carter so he wouldn’t see and pretending it was just so he could get his hair wet underneath the stream of water. He pushed back the hair plastered to his forehead, water dripping down his face and chest. The showers was doing wonders to clear his head. “You were fucking me pretty stupid near the end there. If you wanted my mouth you probably would have had to hold my head and fuck that too.” He laughed quietly, turning so the water could catch his back. “Not everything about me is so nice though,” he mumbled, eyeing the shampoos and body washes on the shelf. “You should have seen me before I came here.” 

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angelickieran:

There’s also streets of gold and all you’ve heard about. It’s a nice place. I’m Kieran.

Are you pulling my leg, Kieran? Streets of gold sounds a little bit ridiculous to me.

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wolfboycj:

“Never.” He teased with a smile as he looked down to the spent man on his bed. Happily he grabbed his hand to help him up, though it seemed after a moment he didn’t really need it. Dean entered his space and all Carter wanted to do was laugh. He was as stumbling along like a baby deer.  How cute, the man thought just in time to have Dean’s lips crash against his. His hand  moving to the others cheek to pull him closer as he started to walk backwards towards the bathroom, more guiding him than he was being pushed. Eventually they made it and he broke from Dean’s lips, a sloppy wet sound being heard as they parted. “Don’t move.” He said in a somewhat stern tone as he turned on the water for the shower. When it was warm enough he stepped inside and offered a hand to Dean to lead him in.

Dean swayed back on the heels of his feet when Carter finally let him go. It was like he was a balloon that lost it’s anchor, he felt loose and soft and like he was floating up towards the ceiling. He wanted Carter’s hands on him again, he wanted to burrow up inside his chest and stay there for a little while, but all he got was an order to stay put, so he did, looking around at the pristine bathroom. “This is much better than the public showers in the basement,” he commented before Carter gave him his hand. Dean took it, stepping into the shower and shuddering at the sudden heat. “Such a gentleman, cleaning me up after you made a mess of me.”

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wolfboycj:

“Well I mean- if you insist.” He says with a smirk playing on his lips as the other tugged on his belt loop. The smallest bit of space was closed between the two from the pulling and just as it closed, he raised a hand to Dean’s cheek and pulled him into a kiss. 

Dean hummed his approval against Carter’s lips, his hands coming up to rest on his shoulders and give him the leverage he needed in case he wanted to pull him closer. Instead though, he pulled back. “You should take me upstairs soon, unless you want to spend the night behind bars with me.” He pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “Your bed’s much nicer though.”