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"Stupid fucking gnoll" Dean mutters looking for the hotel card pushing coupons aside and pulling out singles. He stops and tilts his head to the side he could hear rhythmic creaking from their shared room. His pretty witch had been fed up with his and Sammys usual haunts she sprung for a motel 6 with a pool. Even bought Sammy his own room on the ground level closer to the pool away and down the hall as far away as he could be from them. Sammy had appreciated it, if the loud "thank fuck" and his quick snatching of the card had been any indication.
The rooms were ok, Dean didn't see the point of shelling out half a grand a night just for name fucking brand. Still a fucking motel same ole rickety bed, crunchy carpet, and ugly ass decor but no roaches, no rats, nice hot water she replied when he voiced his opinion. He shoved himself inside before the door was fully open some grave dirt and black blood rubbing off onto the white paint in his haste to not give a show to the drunk bikers yelling on the parking lot. The low rise of lust in his abdomen already rising, slamming the door shut he turned ready to say something smooth, only to be met with the hottest sight he'd seen since Giselle from Colorado pull out the largest strap 23 old Dean had ever seen.
"Pretty bird." Dean gasps out in greeting the only one the angel will get from the elder Winchester brother not when his brain is already emitting an error sound. The sight of her brown skin glistening as she pounds down on him in a reverse amazon her big tits slapping in tune with her thrusts. The sloshes of her slick and his cum mixing dripping down his balls slicking up his taint. If the angel was still capable of thought he would have responded to Deans absentminded greeting with a grunt maybe a full sentence, its more than he got from the chubby witch who summoned him out of the blue. She didn't even give him an explanation before ripping off his pants and making a valiant attempt at removing his angelic essence from his hosts body through its dick.
"Dean" Castiel gurgles out underneath her his eyes roll back as his body spasms fresh tears flow down his face Dean whimpers knowing exactly how the angel feels he finishes with a strangled moan. She doesn't stop if anything she rides him harder ignoring her clit to grab at him pushing Castiel's legs back more, slamming down harder. They had to have been at this since he left at seven in the morning Castiel didnt get this fuck drunk from a couple of hours, an angels stamina and all. Made it hard to see their pretty bird all wrecked not for lack of trying.
Shit. Dean licks his lips watching her belly ripple with thrusts he hadnt moved from the tiled entrance watching his angels rigid cock disappearing into his witch he loves it when his shes greedy. When he gets too excited and lil'dean finishes too early for her, she huffs rolling over on him and pushing him down using her thick thighs to keep him there as she slips his soft cock back into her using magic to keep it in. Ignoring his overstimulated whines to fuck herself harder sometimes if shes feeling charitable she'll allow him to use his mouth on her instead of his poor soft cock.
Dean was never a fan of magic would probably never truly be but damn did he love the consequences of hers. Apparently, all the magic she had, demanded to be seen, to be used usually it came out in glowing eyes, perfect edges, effortless grace and also an increased libido. So much so every now and then when jobs weren't serious enough to involve her skill-set it built up, gave her stamina to last for days. She wasnt as creative when she was in 'rut' no tentacles, no sex golems just good old fashion pounding.
A big busty gal like her got what she wanted when she wanted, always has, especially when it came to sex. Dean used to call her a brat cause she could never wait for a hunt to end. After one mind-blowing quickie on a stakeout left his legs all jellylike. When the ghoul ran past them he landed flat on his ass trying to give chase didn't even have the time to pull up his pants before he muttered fuck it and shot the damn thing on the ground with his dick out. Luckly Sammy was on the other side of the shut down school running around. Dean still remembers how quick she shut him shit down reminding him how he bitched about anything she did before she started fucking him stupid.
She's a witch Sammy shes probably working for the Krampus or one of the 20,000 devils we've met.
Shes too big, takes up all the backspace if we're gonna start collecting monsters cant we get a nice little thing.
Shes too expensive always wanting to buy groceries and 'fresh fruit' instead of burger king.
She spelled my cassette tapes and now they only play covers of 'season of the witch' Sammy I'm gonna shoot her.
Not to mention all the other shit he proded and poked about Sammys old friend from college turned Glinda the good witch.
That all ended after a really bad hunt Dean was cocky he can admit it now, if hes good at anything its admitting his faults months after making them. Sammy had gotten hurt.
Bad. Really bad.
Claw marks across his chest deep enough to see bone, he was losing gallons of blood with every shuttering breath his face paled in a way Dean only truly seen in his nightmares. Dean cradled his little brothers face begging him to hold on keep breathing to fluttering lashes to hold on. Dean had been so thankful he remembers the aching need to sit in his car and just stare off into space blood congealing on his face as (healthy safe ALIVE) Sammy and her got dinner.
Dean invited her to his daily bar hopping intending to buy her a round before he buried himself in some strangers tits. He didn't mean to top the night off with him on his knees in the bars only bathroom, with her riding his face as they both ignore someone banging on the door. Only to go back after being kicked out of the bar to the motel room shoving Sammy out the room and breaking the cheap motel bedframe with a vigorous round two, three and four.
Sammy was pissed when the full bill came for the damage. Didn't help when the motel manager fist bumped him or when she gave him a kiss good morning on the ride out.
She stood up heavy chest heaving with breaths finally noticing Dean in the room Castiel gurgled when his cock finally slipped free from her heat. The cool air just as tortuous on his abused member as her tight pussy was.
Dean hums her eyes were on him now, he finally moves closer stepping on the carpet she walks off the bed hips swaying to greet him. She plasters her sweat soaked skin to his clothed side, rubbing her head into his neck her soft curls rub against Deans skin headbutting him like the cats he's allergic to. He wouldn't be surprised if she started purring.
Delicate nails glide up and down his clothed erection toying with him "Hey baby boy." she whispers voice raspy. Lucky bird Dean thought just a tad jealous, it'd been weeks sense Dean had been good enough to earn a blowjob.
She leans into him mouthing at his ear, nipping at his neck. He grips her arm thrusting up as she cups him more firmly.
"Hey." He groans dumb, he huffs out a laugh throwing his head back rolling his hips "Miss me." he jokes.
She hums pulling him to the lone bed in the room back to their pretty bird Castiel's more coherent now, the little break doing him good his head was turned toward them eyes hard dried tear tracks decorate his pretty face, laying back on his arms as he watched them his cock standing tall.
"We have to start over" She sighs. Her hands unbuckling his belt as he shimmies off his flannel arms rising up to throw his wife beater across the room.
"Oh no" Dean says voice heavy with fake anguish. He shoves his pants down thick cock bouncing as he pulls her toward him rutting on her thighs as they drop onto the bed. Castiel crawls toward their moving bodies he settles back on his heels and spreads his knees to reveal thighs wet with his cum and her slick cock twitching "Dean" he grunts gruff voice soft with love.
