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Cas was on a hunt with Dean and Sam. Rowena had told Sam about some rouge witches that were sacrificing humans. They had tracked them down to an abandoned building. They had gone in together, stumbling across a half a dozen witches, disturbing a spell. The witches split up, so they had spilt up. Cas following three witches up the stairs, Dean and Sam following the other three. They had gone up to the third floor, going down a corridor. Cas had seen them going into a room, following slowly now that he had them trapped. He opened the door and stepped inside. The three witches were in the middle of the large room, reciting a spell. He stepped towards, then quickly turned around when the door slammed closed, seeing another two witches by the door. They joined the other witches, all of them reciting the spell. Cas didn't know what the spell was, but he wasn't too worried. He was an angel after all, spells didn't usually work on him. They stopped suddenly, all of them turning to look at Cas. He lifted his blade, ready to attack. A few seconds later Dean and Sam burst into the room. They had killed the witches they were chasing and had come to look for Cas, Dean quickly took down the witches, and checked Cas over for any injuries. "Dean, I'm okay. They didn't touch me." Dean rolled his eyes and checked Cas over again. "They're witches, they don't need to touch you." Cas sighed and headed towards the door. "As you can see, there's nothing wrong with me." Sam watched on, not saying anything.
Once they got back to the bunker, Dean and Sam were in the kitchen, drinking a beer, Cas sitting at the table with them, talking about the hunt, Cas didn't tell them about the spell, he didn't want them to worry. After about an hour, Cas started to feel hot and dizzy, he got up and went to his bedroom, the one Dean made him pick, because this was his home. Cas went off on his own sometimes, so Dean and Sam didn't pay much attention.
Cas sat on his bed, took off his trenchcoat, and loosened his tie. "What's wrong with me?" Cas mumbled to himself. He lay back on his bed and closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths. He suddenly opened his eyes, realisation dawning on him. "The spell. What did they do to me?" Cas sat up and opened the top button on his shirt. "I need to find Rowena."
Cas didn't know how to find Rowena, but he knew someone who could help him find her, if he would help him, was another thing entirely. He stood up, straightened his jacket and teleported straight into Crowley's room in hell.
Crowley was sitting at a desk. A glass of whisky in one hand, looking down at a sheet of paper on the desk. He looked up at Cas when he appeared and put his glass down. "What the hell are you doing here..." the words died on Crowley's lips as he looked Cas over. "What happened to you? You like like, well, you look like hell." Cas stumbled forward, sinking into a chair opposite Crowley. "Witches." Cas mumbled. "I need to find Rowena." Crowley picked his glass back up, sat back in his chair, and downed the whisky in the glass, looking Cas up and down.
"Let me get this straight. You went up against some witches, and what, they cursed you or something? And now you need that bitc... witches help?" Crowley picked up the bottle of whisky and filled his glass. "I don't know what they did to me, it was some kind of spell, I'm hoping Rowena can help me." Cas took his suit jacket off, dropping it on the floor. "I don't feel so good." He looked over at Crowley, his eyes glowing brightly for a few seconds.
Crowley down his drink again, putting the glass down on the desk. "Can you remember any of the words from the spell? I might know what it was. Growing up with a witch, I learnt a few spells myself." Cas told Crowley what he remembered about the spell, what the witches did. Crowley laughed when he realised what the spell was. "That's a lust spell mate! You're going to find someone very attractive soon, and your libido is going to receive a very big boost." Cas looked at Crowley, his eyes going wide. "What? I don't have a libido... Wait. Who am I going to find attractive.?" Cas asked. "The spell can take a few hours to kick in, so I'm guessing it will be the next woman you see. Are you sure you still want to find Rowena?" Crowley asked with a chuckle. Cas looked at Crowley, shaking his head. "But I don't even like..."
Crowley got up from his chair, and walked around the table, sitting on the edge in front of Cas. "What? You don't like my mother? I don't blame you, but that won't matter with this spell." Cas looked up at Crowley, his eyes glowing briefly again. "No. I don't like women." Cas replied quietly, starting to feel hot. He took off his tie, opening the two top buttons on his shirt. "Crowley... you need to help me break this spell." Crowley stood up and took a few steps back around the desk. "You should probably go and ask squirrel. I'm sure he'll help you out." Cas stood up, opening the rest of his buttons. "I don't want Dean to help me, I want you to help me." He took off his shirt, dropping it on the floor with his tie and jacket. "Please Crowley." Crowley looked at Cas' chest, his eyes flashing red. "Bollocks..."
Crowley took another few steps away from Cas. "Cas, you don't want this. You don't want me, it's just the spell talking." Cas walked forward, as Crowley walked backwards. "Don't tell me what I do and don't want. I know exactly what I want. I. Want. You." Crowley stopped when his back hit the wall, Cas stopping in front of Crowley. "Are you going to help me, Crowley?" Crowley knew it would be wrong. Cas would definitely regret it and would probably try and kill him, once the spell was broken. But he was the King Of Hell, so what did he care.
Crowley grabbed Cas by the waist, pulling him closer. "Are you sure about this, Angel?" Cas groaned as Crowley pulled him closer, feeling the friction in his pants, his dick now semi-hard. "I'm sure. I want you." Crowley let go of Cas and pushed everything off his desk, the empty glass smashing onto the floor. He grabbed Cas and pulled him into a heated kiss. "Don't say I didn't warn you." Crowley picked Cas up and lowered him onto the desk. "Those pants need to come off first." Cas looked up at Crowley and rolled his eyes. "Shut up and do something about it." Crowley chuckled and opened Cas' pants. "So bossy, angel." Crowley pulled his pants and boxers off, throwing them with the rest of his clothes. He looked at Cas' dick, and licked his lips. "Fuck..." Cas sat back, groaning quietly. "If you're going to do something, those pants need to come off first."
Crowley slowly stripped off, his eyes staying on Cas' body. "So impatient angel." Crowley stepped towards Cas, his fingers trailing over Cas' chest. "So beautiful..." Cas shivered when Crowley touched his skin, arching his back. "Do you ever shut up?" He asked as he pulled Crowley closer. Cas trailed his fingers down Crowley's chest, down to his waist, stopping just above his crotch. "You can touch it, if you want." Crowley whispered, not wanting to scare Cas. Cas touched the tip of Crowley's dick, Crowley moaning quietly as he did. Cas wrapped his fingers around him loosely, moving his fingers slowly up and down Crowley's dick. "Fuck angel! Where did you learn to do that?" Cas looked at Crowley and smirked. "I saw it on a movie."
Cas pushed Crowley onto the floor, quickly straddling his lap, grinding against him. "Stop talking and fuck me already." Cas started to rock his hips, his dick now rock hard. Crowley didn't know if Cas had ever been with anyone before, he hoped not, he really wanted to be his first. Crowley had secretly fancied Cas for a very long time, of course he couldn't tell anyone, he's not that stupid. He didn't have a death wish. Crowley grabbed Cas by the waist and flipped them over, so Crowley was on top. "Get on your knees." Crowley got of Cas' lap, and Cas quickly turned over. Crowley trailed his fingers down Cas' back, his hand moving down to Cas' ass. He circled his hole with one finger, then slowly pushed it inside, kissing down his back.
Cas pushed himself back onto Crowley finger, moaning quietly. "More..." Crowley added another finger, spreading them wide. "Stop wasting time and fuck me." Cas whined. Crowley removed his fingers, and kissed each one of Cas' ass cheeks. "As you wish, angel." Crowley lined himself up, and slowly pushed into Cas. They both moaned loudly when Crowley bottoms out. Crowley stayed still for a few seconds, giving Cas time to get used to the sensation. Cas, getting impatient, pulled his hips forward slightly before moving back on Crowley's dick hard. Crowley moaned loudly, digging his fingers into Cas' hips. "Fuck!" He held onto Cas tightly and started to thrust hard.
Crowley slammed into Cas over and over again, the loud smack of Crowley's balls hitting Cas' ass echoing in the room. Crowley tilted his hips, trying to find Cas' prostate. Cas moaned louder and louder as Crowley thrust into him, his head feeling fuzzy, finding it difficult to focus. He cried out as Crowley hit his prostate, his precum dripping onto the floor. Crowley ran his hand up Cas' back, and around to his throat. He gripped Cas' throat tightly and pulled him up so his back was flush against Crowley's chest. Crowley sank his teeth into Cas' shoulder, biting hard. He kept thrusting over and over again, tasting Cas' blood when his teeth pierced his skin.
Cas' eyes started to glow bright blue as his orgasm started to build. He reached back and gripped Crowley's hair, pulling sharply as he came, his cum coating his stomach and his chest. Crowley came soon after, moaning Cas' name loudly, his eyes glowing red as he did. Crowley held onto Cas tightly, slowly lowering Cas to the ground, laying next to him and pulling him into his arms. Cas could feel his eyes slowly closing. He moved back towards the warmth behind himself and fell into a deep sleep.
Crowley watched Cas as he slept, lightly trailed his fingers through his hair. "You're so beautiful, angel. Perfect..." Crowley whispered. He knew that as soon as Cas was awake, he would leave, he probably threaten him, or worse, before he left. He didn't want Cas to leave, he wanted him to stay, to be with Crowley, but he knew that would never happen, so he'll hold him, touch him, for as long as he could.
Cas slowly woke, feeling the heat on his back, and something moving in his hair. He was sure he was laying on the ground, and, wait, was he naked? He tried to move but he felt pain, everywhere. Crowley tensed and stilled his fingers as Cas started to move. He tried to move back without Cas realising he was there, as he moved, his dick slipped out of Cas' ass, making Crowley moan involuntarily, his cum leaking out of Cas' ass. He quickly moved back as Cas turned around to look at him.
Cas felt something move near his ass, and heard a noise behind him. He slowly turned around, unsure of what he was going to see. What he saw was a worried looking Crowley. A very naked Crowley. Cas looked Crowley over, taking in his messy hair, the blood on his lip, his bare chest, and his dick, which he was sure had just gotten a little hard as he looked at it. Cas sat up and looked at Crowley. "Would you like to explain why I'm naked? And why you're naked?"
Crowley moved back a little more when Cas looked him over, his dick twitching when Cas looked at it. "Umm... You get cursed, by witches. You came here to get me to help you find my lovely mother, unfortunately, you didn't get a chance to break the spell before it reached it's peak. The only way to stop it was... to act on it." Cas looked at Crowley, realisation hitting him. He'd had sex with Crowley, and he didn't regret it, he wanted to do it again. He wanted to do it over and over again, and this time he wanted to remember every single detail. He looked at Crowley, smiling slightly. "I don't think the spell has broken completely. Do you think you could help me?"