Don't forget the pie.

Dean Winchester, Knight of Heaven, or rather, I was one. It's strange, I don't remember much about it, all I know is one second, I was dead, the next, I was back, and I totally wasn't human. I was jus' gettin' used to bein' an Angel, when we were 'evicted' from Heaven. Now all I know is, I have no home, and it sucks. { AU Angel!Dean. } ((mun is 16+ so there may be nsfw, but they will be under a readmore thing. I don't own any gifs, videos or images used here unless stated. I track the tag ' venatorxdexcaelo ' )) M!A: Touch: everyone you touch is under your control and at your disposal for two days.

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  “I could think of a couple of things.” Sam growled, sliding a hand around Dean’s waist. “But maybe we should take a bit of a tour before then, we might not see the rest of the house if we start right now.” He chuckled and leaned down to nip at the other’s ear before unlocking the door and drawing Dean inside, shutting and locking it behind them. Not that he was concerned about security- but it was just habit. He wanted his Omega safe, and if he started leaving the door unlocked it wasn’t exactly doing that. “Shoes off.” He instructed, toeing off his own rather expensive wingtips to leave them haphazardly in front of the door. He had mostly hardwood floors, but the carpets were expensive, and it was just easier to clean when they weren’t tracking dirt everywhere.

Besides, he’d feel better if they just so happened to feel like having sex on the floor if all there was down there was sock fluff.

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Dean blushes slightly, and bites his lip a little. He grins up at him, and shrugs. "I think it'd be best if we waited until after the tour, too." He murmured. He hummed at the nip to his ear, allowing himself to be pulled into the house. He nodded a little, and slid his shoes off, pushing them so they were out of the way. He understood why, Bobby's house was always covered in dirt that they'd tracked in, so he got why the other wanted it all to be clean. 

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          “Burritos are fine,” is Jimmy’s easy answer as he lines the car up to order. He glances in the direction of the former angel and the corners of his lips tug downwards. He still doesn’t think it’s a good idea to have him sleeping just yet but he feels a bit bad of how their earlier conversation had gone.

                 So, Jimmy lets Dean sleep and orders their food. It’s a bit of a hassle to make sure everything stays put while he drives, but he doesn’t want to disturb the other’s short nap.

            Pulling into the parking in the motel’s lot again. Jimmy hesitates for a moment before nudging him. “Hey, Dean. We’re back at the motel. As much as I want to carry you like a princess, I don’t think I have the muscle.” Nudging the sleeping angel again, he opens his own door and starts to collect their food and drinks.

      If Dean’s not up by the time he’s got everything, Jimmy is likely to leave him in the car while he puts everything away. He wasn’t lying when he said he probably couldn’t carry him.

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               "Good. I've been craving them, but I've never actually had one." The angel's frowning, and curling up a little. He smiled a little, and looked over at him, sighing a little, "m'sorry 'bout earlier. Yer' not really a piece of shit. Well, y'are, but, you're not a waste of skin, or whatever I called you," he shrugs, "in fact, I spent years watching you grow up, you've always been in my charge, always thought Father did well on you."

                      But he's sleeping now, trying to forget about how shitty his apology was. His mind's blank, he likes that. He curls up a little, and hums quietly, a small smile on his lips. 

                 When Jimmy nudges him, he sort of shoots upright, and hits his head on the top of the car. "Ow." It's whined, and he's rubbing his head, before chuckling a little. "That's not gonna help my concussion, is it?" He asked, before sort of stumbling out of the car. "You'd love t'carry me like a princess, James." There's a sleepy grin on Dean's face, but he closes the door, and walks towards the room, leaning against the wall.

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  Sam chuckled softly, planting another kiss to Dean’s neck before opening the door and sliding out, holding a hand back in for Dean to take so he could help him out of the car. It was a nice day, and for that he was grateful. It showed the house off to it’s best advantage. He was pretty sure it wouldn’t look quite as inviting if it was raining. The sun was out, birds chirping. At a gesture once the door was closed the car backed back out of the driveway, the gate closed, leaving them alone. Sam smiled and tugged Dean by the hand towards the front door, pulling keys out of his pocket. “Is there anything you want to do first?”

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Dean almost purrs at the kiss to his neck, but stops himself. He takes his hand, and hauls himself out of the car with Sam's help. He smiles a little, taking in his new surroundings, subconsciously curling himself into the others side. He bites at his lip, and follows him, shaking his head a little. "I don't think so. Not that I know of. Is there anything you'd like to do?"

[saladandmakebelieve-deactivated]

I changed my mind on how long I’m keeping my first Sam. I will be completely moved onto here by the end of the night [ I’m not transferring most rp’s, it’s easier to start again, ] so you all have until tonight to follow this one due to saladandmakebelieve being deleted at around 10 pm GMT.

[iburnedyourletters]

[flops on]

I see you

you can’t hide from meee. 

[venatorxdexcaelo]

[squirms]

nyeaaaaah

not hiding, just preoccupied by Sam

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          He raises a brow at Dean’s question but otherwise doesn’t react. Although Dean’s last sentence does have Jimmy’s lips curving and his head shaking. Of all the things an angel could eat after becoming human, burritos were not what he expected.

               “Well, you’re getting the cheap kind. Non-authentic, good ol’ reliable Taco Bell.”

        He tilted his head towards the angel, mouth quirked towards a smirk. Most of what had gotten Jimmy upset was being purposely pushed aside and forgotten. He could deal with that when he had time for himself. After they had gotten Dean’s grace back and the angel left like he always did.

             Pulling his sights back onto the road, the curve of his mouth fell as he shifted in his seat. His fingers tapped the steering wheel before he decided to turn on the radio, something to fill the silence while he looked for a the drive-thru.

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        He frowns when he sees the smile, and the head shaking of the human. Are burritos bad? Is he dumb for wanting one? He's not used to such self doubt. He's always been confident with his decisions, even when he decided to rebel against Heaven and kill a few of his own, but now? He feels like he's undermining himself. Burritos are, wrong? He doesn't know. 

                     "Burritos are good, yes? I've heard yourself and other humans speak about 'em, but I've never actually had one."

        He doesn't much care if the burritos aren't themselves from Mexico, or wherever Burritos come from, just as long as he eats one. He's starving. He looks at him, and smiles a little. He understands why the human was mad, upset, and actually rather petulant, but it all makes sense. Humans feel the need for attention, and Dean can't give him the kind he's used to know he's also basically one of them.

        His eyes closed, and he rest his head against the window. He's tired. He still wants to sleep. He can't remember the last time he did sleep, honestly. His mind starts going blank, and he's fairly sure he's dropping off. He makes a contented hum, before shifting a little, and sighing. Sleep seems good.

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Sam ignored the little twinge he felt at Dean shifting off of his lap, and at the uncomfortably tight feeling of his trousers, and instead followed Dean towards the window, arms banding around the other’s waist from behind. He hadn’t missed the expression of awe, and Sam was more than pleased Dean liked the house he’d so carefully selected. He nuzzled in, kissed the other’s neck under his ear, rumbling happily. “Our house.” He corrected softly, pressing another kiss to Dean’s earlobe. “If you don’t like anything you see you can change it, inside or out.” Sam promised a grin curling as they eased to a stop in the driveway. He’d given the driver instructions to go back to the company after dropping them off, he had a personal car in the garage anyway, though you couldn’t see it through the door right now. This whole being-chauffeured-in-a-black-tinted-window-car was only for work.

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Dean didn't pay much attention to anything he felt waist down for a while, actually. He was a tad too busy being completely awe struck by the size of the damn house. He's seen big houses, but this place was ridiculous. He smiled when the kiss was placed to his neck, and he nuzzled into him, humming happily. "Oh, okay." He ran the words through his head, smile growing when he got used to the idea of it. Their house. Dean's never shared a lot of things before, aside from the auto repair shop, but that was technically Bobby's, Dean just did most of the work. He shrugged, and shook his head. "I have a feelin' I'll love everythin' in there." he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. 

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She pouted looking up at her father, "You have all these long bumpy things, and so does Uncle Sam. Did you guys get in a fight?"

"The bruises? No, honey, it happened at work."

[inboxideas]

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[venatorxdexcaelo]

Daddy Do you and Uncle Sam get along?

"Course we do, kid. Why would you think we didn’t?"

[hellboundxwarrior-blog]

Send me anons as my kid.

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  It must’ve been a shorter drive than he thought, or else he’d just been caught up in the way Dean felt and smelled. The second he’d started seriously thinking about stripping the other of his shirt, even started inching up upwards, the car rolled up familiar gravel, and Sam pulled back to glance out the window. They’d gotten to the house.

Both relieved and disappointed, he placed Dean a little further way on his knees and cleared his throat. “We’re here.” He rumbled, even if he was still subtly stroking Dean’s waist. The house was white, with large, thick hedges on both sides of a thick iron fence encompassing the house and back yard. You couldn’t even see the bottom half of the house until the gate opened and they drove through. It was purposeful, Sam figured it was better of nobody could see his Omega possibly mostly unclothed, even through the windows.

The wraparound porch was wide, as was the front steps. A large garage, flowers along the front and large, old trees shading spots here and there. He hoped Dean liked it, and kept darting glances between the house and Dean’s expression.

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When he felt himself being pushed away slightly, even if he was only moved a little bit, he let out a noise of protest, but almost as soon as Sam spoke, and he felt the stroking of his waist, he settled back down, just looking out of one of the windows to his side, reaching up with one hand to wipe his mouth lightly. 

He watched intently, just smiling slightly as they rolled up to the house. He shuffles off of his lap, and his facial expression slowly become one of awe, because he never, in a million years, thought he'd be shaking up in a house like this.

"It's uh, a nice house you have there, Sam."

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  "Yes but I don’t really care either way," he responds with his own shrug as he waits for Dean to get himself ready to go. Grabbing the keys again, Jimmy leads the angel back to the car. While he has never been one to enjoy silence, he can’t help getting lost in his own mind and repeatedly asking his body why it thought a kiss was a reasonable reaction to anger and hurt.

Objectively he knows Dean is attractive. And he knows he in no way hates the angel. He merely gets annoyed and frustrated with him. …On more occasions than he would like to admit since most are caused by his own temperament.

Releasing a breath, he pulls the car out and drives until he can find the closest fast food joint. He isn’t craving anything specific and doubts Dean is either, but if it turns out he does have a preference for tonight, Jimmy’s sure Dean will let him know.

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        "Oh, right then," he gives a small shrug, and frowns slightly. He follows the other out into the outside, walking slowly to the car, and seating himself in the passenger seat. His eyes close, and he pinches the bridge of his nose, letting out a slow breath. He's still tired, but he's developing a rather painful headache, and alright, maybe those wires that were connected to the needle he pulled out this morning were helpful. 

He's still confused as to why Jimmy kissed him, he doesn't necessarily want to ask, either, in case he angers the human even more. He doesn't want that, not right now. Clearly, the angel has noted to himself that his father was working very well on Jimmy, but he'd personally never say it out loud. He sighs, and curls up more. Thinking hurts his head.

When they pull out, his stomach grumbles, and he frowns. "How do you humans do this? Cope with your stomachs grumblin' at you all the time?" He's frowning, a finger prodding his stomach accusingly. He looks up, and pouts a little. "I want a burrito," he's never actually had a burrito. 

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So I chose the next, best thing

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  Sam weighed options in his mind. Instincts were telling him to turn them both around and pin the Omega to the leather upholstery and do away with those stupid clothes. On the other hand, they would probably be at his house soon, and that would man having to stop and get dressed again. And that just seemed more than a little annoying. Damn transportation times.

So he did the next best thing, snatch Dean by the upper thighs and drag him into his lap, another rumble in his chest. They were a good match, and it was only made more apparent by the other’s scent wrapping around them, prompting his fingers to slide under Dean’s shirt. His hands spanned Dean’s small waist. Anticipation trickled up his spine, imagining that little waist above a swath of that black lace he’d thought about before. Yes.

He started a mental list. He wanted to map every freckle on the boy’s inner thighs. He wanted to know exactly what terms he could get away with calling Dean, and which ones would just rev him up. He wanted to know what he looked like flushed and whining to be taken, leaking mess all over his fingers and the sheets. The thoughts only made him tug on Dean’s hair and pull him closer, deepening the kiss, Dean’s giggle echoing in his ears.

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Dean really wouldn't have minded being pinned down and unclothed, because he was starting to ache a little in certain areas and these clothes were so fucking restricting, he almost whined when he realised he was going to have to wait until they got back to the house before he could undress in the slightest. Thinking about the house started thoughts in his head, ones of rules and punishments, and he wasn't sure if he'd actually be able to follow any of the rules. He was never very good with them, anyway. 

He knew for the first few weeks all he would endure would be punishment. He wasn't disobedient, he just had an issue with people telling him what to do. Feeling the hands on his thighs, he bites down into his own loer lip, gasping a little when he brought onto the others lap. His fingers curl lightly around the back of his neck, and they slide lightly into his hair, eyes closing.  Honestly, if he was bought anything lace, it'd not be the first time it'd happened. The last time, however, had been pink satiny things, he really would prefer a darker colour. 

Dean was fine with most names, preferred pet names to little insulting ones, bu he could handle both. There were hardly any that got him mad, or would offend him, not really. He actually moaned when his hair was tugged, reveling in the friction he felt when his hips rocked against Sam's, which happened involuntarily, by the way. He bites softly at the others lower lip, almost desperately kissing him again.

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  He’s quiet as he picks his coat up again, slowly slipping back into it when he had only just taken it off a few minutes before. While he’s doing so, he’s weighing the pros and cons of asking Dean to come with him to eat after he hears the others stomach. Though before he manages to offer, the angel’s already teasing him.

Sighing, Jimmy mumbles a quick ‘idiot’ under his breath - his anger from before noticeably lowered after that little encounter. Although the lowered anger might have something to do with the light flush spreading across the back of his neck. Smoothing the coat over himself, Jimmy looks over at Dean for a moment.

"Are you coming?"

No he’s not asking to get any hanky-panky or whatever, he’s asking because the idiot tucked into the motel bed is probably going to sleep and get himself into bigger trouble coma-wise.

"We can even go through a drive-thru. It’ll be quick. You can eat, then sleep."

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Dean's attention span has always been fairly shitty anyway, but due to the whole concussion thing, it's around 10 times as worse. He rubs at his eyes, a hand cradling where his stomach is. He's hungry, he's tired, and he's mostly confused as to why the hell they just kissed, honestly. He would bring it back up later, when his head wasn't a jumbled up mix of should I eat or should I sleep.

The thought of food, however, is greatly over-weighing the thought of sleep, and he guesses that's why he's throwing his legs over the side of the bed and clambering out slowly. He's already going to grab his jacket when he hears Jimmy tell him about the plan towards his eating and then sleeping. 

"If you wish to go through a drive-thru, then we will. S'not really up to me, is it? You're the one drivin'." He shrugged. He looked at him, and sighed a little. He'd bring up the matter of their kiss in the car, where he couldn't really avoid it. If it was down to pure anger, he'd not care. He really wouldn't, but he just needed to ask. Something rather human was happening to him, and he didn't like it. Not one bit.