moonlettuce | MMoM Day 13: Pandora, Supernatural

Title: Pandora
Author: Claire
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Ruby
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's not like Ruby normally thinks of what an angel does in bed...

It's not like Ruby normally thinks of what an angel does in bed, is more than half convinced all they do is quote the bible, braid each other's feathers and cry a lot. And she knows in her head that Castiel and Dean are together, can't help but know it when Sam comes into the room bitching about how he walked in on them. Again. But she's never managed to associate Dean and Castiel with sex, with raw and primal fucking.

But now? After last week? It's all she can think of. It's not as if she'd meant to spy on them, but she'd been heading back to the room she was sharing with Sam and she'd had to go past their room to get there. And if the drapes had been closed properly, she totally wouldn't have glanced in. But she did. And now she can't get the image out of her head.

Can't get rid of the image of Dean sitting on the bed while Castiel straddled him, hand around Dean's bicep and head thrown back as he sank down onto Dean's hard cock.

She'd felt herself getting wet, heat blooming low in her belly as she'd watched Castiel, watched an angel, ride Dean Winchester like it was the most perfect thing in the world. She'd actually glanced around, wondering if there was anyone who could see her, before she'd realised she was seriously considering sliding a hand into her jeans, into her pussy, in the middle of a motel lot.

The line of Castiel's throat had been bared and Dean's hand had been on his shoulder, thumb stroking the vulnerable flesh. And she'd never seen it before, but underneath that trenchcoat and suit, Castiel was damn fine. Damn fine, and fucking himself on Dean's cock like it was going out of fashion. And Ruby'd needed to come right the fuck now.

She'd been back in her room within seconds, fingers tearing at the zipper on her jeans and hand sliding into her panties, into her pussy before the door was even closed. Fingers inside herself and thumb pressed against her clit and she'd come so hard she'd barely made it to the bed before she'd collapsed, panting.

And that was how Sam had found her, fingers still buried inside herself and about to start on round two. Not that he'd been complaining. Not when she'd pushed him on the bed and ridden him like a pony, ridden him like Castiel had ridden Dean.

She'd just started laughing when he'd asked her what had brought that on, not entirely sure how to explain just how hot Sam's brother and his angel were when they were naked and screwing each other's brains out.

And now? Well, now she finds herself watching them more closely. Watching how Dean's hand rests in the small of Castiel's back, how they stand a little too close for propriety. And when their respective doors close, she finds herself wondering what's going on in the other motel room. Is Castiel on his knees in front of Dean, Dean's cock down his throat and Dean's fingers in his hair? Or is Dean lying back, legs open and Castiel's fingers moving slickly inside him? Or is Castiel riding Dean, like last time? Are his hands on Dean's shoulders as he raises himself off Dean's cock only to slide back down, impaling himself over and over.

She doesn't know which one it is (although she's rather fond of the thought of the last one), but she knows she wants to see it again.