The angel’s hand shot out, fingers wrapping around Dean’s throat—not hard enough to bruise, but firm enough to pin him in place. Dean’s pulse jumped under that grip, his green eyes widening as Cas leaned in, lips brushing the sensitive skin of his neck.
“You have been a bad boy, Dean,” Cas growled, his voice low and gravelly, laced with that otherworldly rumble that sent shivers down Dean’s spine. His mouth pressed hot against the pulse point, teeth grazing just enough to threaten.
“Shit,“ Dean muttered, hands fisting at his sides, fighting the urge to grab back. But it wasn’t his place now to act on impulse. They’d danced this dance before. Cas was in charge tonight, and Dean’s recklessness had earned him this.
With a swift shove, Cas pushed him toward the bed. Dean stumbled, knees hitting the mattress as Cas’s command sliced through the tension-thick air. "On all fours. Back to me.”
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