Supernatural RP

It was just like any other Monday, and Dean Winchester, Executive of an important business firm, had just gotten into work. His office was located on the top floor, with tall, shatter-proof glass windows and a large desk. He’d arrived at 9AM sharp and sat down with a large mug of coffee, removing his suit jacket and draping it across the chair behind him as he powered on his computer.

He had a lot of emails to get through, and he skimmed through the subject line of each one, deciding which to discard, which to save for later, and which to reply to as soon as he could. It was boring, tedious work, but he has to clear out his inbox every morning or else it became overwhelming.

It was just like any other Monday, and Dean Winchester, Executive of an important business firm, had just gotten into work. His office was located on the top floor, with tall, shatter-proof glass windows and a large desk. He’d arrived at 9AM sharp and sat down with a large mug of coffee, removing his suit jacket and draping it across the chair behind him as he powered on his computer.

He had a lot of emails to get through, and he skimmed through the subject line of each one, deciding which to discard, which to save for later, and which to reply to as soon as he could. It was boring, tedious work, but he has to clear out his inbox every morning or else it became overwhelming.

He leaned his head back against the wall, shamelessly letting out pleasured moans and grunts from each bite and the gentle heat of Cas’ breath against his neck.

His hips jerked forward and he pressed a heated kiss to Dean's shoulder. "Please...what? What do you want?" his voice came out gravelly, and he leaned back slightly.

The words that came from Dean next had Cas' throbbing, every inch of him was on fire. "I'll make you feel good," he gently pushed his thumb further between Dean's lips, a groan forming in his throat from just seeing the man's mouth suck on his finger.

It was just like any other Monday, and Dean Winchester, Executive of an important business firm, had just gotten into work. His office was located on the top floor, with tall, shatter-proof glass windows and a large desk. He’d arrived at 9AM sharp and sat down with a large mug of coffee, removing his suit jacket and draping it across the chair behind him as he powered on his computer.

He had a lot of emails to get through, and he skimmed through the subject line of each one, deciding which to discard, which to save for later, and which to reply to as soon as he could. It was boring, tedious work, but he has to clear out his inbox every morning or else it became overwhelming.

He leaned his head back against the wall, shamelessly letting out pleasured moans and grunts from each bite and the gentle heat of Cas’ breath against his neck.

His hips jerked forward and he pressed a heated kiss to Dean's shoulder. "Please...what? What do you want?" his voice came out gravelly, and he leaned back slightly.

It was just like any other Monday, and Dean Winchester, Executive of an important business firm, had just gotten into work. His office was located on the top floor, with tall, shatter-proof glass windows and a large desk. He’d arrived at 9AM sharp and sat down with a large mug of coffee, removing his suit jacket and draping it across the chair behind him as he powered on his computer.

He had a lot of emails to get through, and he skimmed through the subject line of each one, deciding which to discard, which to save for later, and which to reply to as soon as he could. It was boring, tedious work, but he has to clear out his inbox every morning or else it became overwhelming.

He kept one of his hands on Dean's lower back, and walked slightly behind the other man, leading him down the hallway to the library. He pushed the door open, his breath hitching. Images of what they could do flashing through his mind.

"The library," he rasped out, motioning vaguely to the room.

He shuddered under Dean's touch, and he almost didn't understand what Dean had said. One of his hands gripped Dean's bicep. He had to steady himself, or he was going to lose his senses to this man. "I could show you," Cas murmured, trailing his mouth down to Dean's neck.

Cas' fingers gripped Dean's hips, and he swore to himself he'd leave bruises. He began walking forward, guiding Dean until his body was against one of the ledges on his book stand - he'd specifically had this part of the bookshelf built to stick out, and although he'd always told people it qas for studying, having to lift Dean up to sit on it felt amazing.

Cas nipped at Dean's neck the moment he'd lifted the other man up, his thigh pressed tight in between Dean's legs.

He let out another moan when he felt Cas’ thigh between his legs and swayed his hips a little. He could already feel himself throbbing with need from the smallest touch.

He pushed his hands up, forcing Dean's shirt out of the way. If he didn't touch Dean, he was sure he'd burst into flames right then and there. A low groan came from his throat when he felt Dean's skin against his fingertips, and he bit gently at Dean's neck.

It was just like any other Monday, and Dean Winchester, Executive of an important business firm, had just gotten into work. His office was located on the top floor, with tall, shatter-proof glass windows and a large desk. He’d arrived at 9AM sharp and sat down with a large mug of coffee, removing his suit jacket and draping it across the chair behind him as he powered on his computer.

He had a lot of emails to get through, and he skimmed through the subject line of each one, deciding which to discard, which to save for later, and which to reply to as soon as he could. It was boring, tedious work, but he has to clear out his inbox every morning or else it became overwhelming.

He kept one of his hands on Dean's lower back, and walked slightly behind the other man, leading him down the hallway to the library. He pushed the door open, his breath hitching. Images of what they could do flashing through his mind.

"The library," he rasped out, motioning vaguely to the room.

He shuddered under Dean's touch, and he almost didn't understand what Dean had said. One of his hands gripped Dean's bicep. He had to steady himself, or he was going to lose his senses to this man. "I could show you," Cas murmured, trailing his mouth down to Dean's neck.

Cas' fingers gripped Dean's hips, and he swore to himself he'd leave bruises. He began walking forward, guiding Dean until his body was against one of the ledges on his book stand - he'd specifically had this part of the bookshelf built to stick out, and although he'd always told people it qas for studying, having to lift Dean up to sit on it felt amazing.

Cas nipped at Dean's neck the moment he'd lifted the other man up, his thigh pressed tight in between Dean's legs.

It was just like any other Monday, and Dean Winchester, Executive of an important business firm, had just gotten into work. His office was located on the top floor, with tall, shatter-proof glass windows and a large desk. He’d arrived at 9AM sharp and sat down with a large mug of coffee, removing his suit jacket and draping it across the chair behind him as he powered on his computer.

He had a lot of emails to get through, and he skimmed through the subject line of each one, deciding which to discard, which to save for later, and which to reply to as soon as he could. It was boring, tedious work, but he has to clear out his inbox every morning or else it became overwhelming.

He kept one of his hands on Dean's lower back, and walked slightly behind the other man, leading him down the hallway to the library. He pushed the door open, his breath hitching. Images of what they could do flashing through his mind.

"The library," he rasped out, motioning vaguely to the room.

He shuddered under Dean's touch, and he almost didn't understand what Dean had said. One of his hands gripped Dean's bicep. He had to steady himself, or he was going to lose his senses to this man. "I could show you," Cas murmured, trailing his mouth down to Dean's neck.

It was just like any other Monday, and Dean Winchester, Executive of an important business firm, had just gotten into work. His office was located on the top floor, with tall, shatter-proof glass windows and a large desk. He’d arrived at 9AM sharp and sat down with a large mug of coffee, removing his suit jacket and draping it across the chair behind him as he powered on his computer.

He had a lot of emails to get through, and he skimmed through the subject line of each one, deciding which to discard, which to save for later, and which to reply to as soon as he could. It was boring, tedious work, but he has to clear out his inbox every morning or else it became overwhelming.

He kept one of his hands on Dean's lower back, and walked slightly behind the other man, leading him down the hallway to the library. He pushed the door open, his breath hitching. Images of what they could do flashing through his mind.

"The library," he rasped out, motioning vaguely to the room.

She’d run for far to long on her own, skipping through towns and only staying at motels for a few days before she moved again, and could only hope that Azrael would allow her to come in. If Azrael turned her away, it would be understandable of course. Not everyone wanted to hide a nephilim once they found out what she was - and it never took long for those who could sense grace to figure out what she was. But she had no other choice.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door, just hoping that Azrael would answer. She knew she'd be back on the run if Azrael didn't, but the thought of going back to eating food when she could only get her hands on it, and running for days on end, made her deeply more exhausted than she already was.

@solivigant-soldier

@solivigant-soldier

"Come in, kiddo." Azrael's smooth voice called out, easily heard through the door as she worked in the kitchen, making up several batches of food and snacks to be stored. She had sensed the little Nephilim steadily coming her way and the angels in heaven weren't exactly quiet either.

"Do you...think he knows where I am?" She murmured. That was her fear. Yes, she was safe now. But would she stay safe? He would find her eventually.

It was just like any other Monday, and Dean Winchester, Executive of an important business firm, had just gotten into work. His office was located on the top floor, with tall, shatter-proof glass windows and a large desk. He’d arrived at 9AM sharp and sat down with a large mug of coffee, removing his suit jacket and draping it across the chair behind him as he powered on his computer.

He had a lot of emails to get through, and he skimmed through the subject line of each one, deciding which to discard, which to save for later, and which to reply to as soon as he could. It was boring, tedious work, but he has to clear out his inbox every morning or else it became overwhelming.

He could feel his heart rate pick up as Dean's fingers lightly touched his chest as the other man undid his shirt. He had no choice but to keep his eyes linked with Dean's, his breath coming out in a small gasp.

She’d run for far to long on her own, skipping through towns and only staying at motels for a few days before she moved again, and could only hope that Azrael would allow her to come in. If Azrael turned her away, it would be understandable of course. Not everyone wanted to hide a nephilim once they found out what she was - and it never took long for those who could sense grace to figure out what she was. But she had no other choice.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door, just hoping that Azrael would answer. She knew she'd be back on the run if Azrael didn't, but the thought of going back to eating food when she could only get her hands on it, and running for days on end, made her deeply more exhausted than she already was.

@solivigant-soldier

@solivigant-soldier

"Come in, kiddo." Azrael's smooth voice called out, easily heard through the door as she worked in the kitchen, making up several batches of food and snacks to be stored. She had sensed the little Nephilim steadily coming her way and the angels in heaven weren't exactly quiet either.

She’d run for far to long on her own, skipping through towns and only staying at motels for a few days before she moved again, and could only hope that Azrael would allow her to come in. If Azrael turned her away, it would be understandable of course. Not everyone wanted to hide a nephilim once they found out what she was - and it never took long for those who could sense grace to figure out what she was. But she had no other choice.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door, just hoping that Azrael would answer. She knew she'd be back on the run if Azrael didn't, but the thought of going back to eating food when she could only get her hands on it, and running for days on end, made her deeply more exhausted than she already was.

@solivigant-soldier

@solivigant-soldier

"Come in, kiddo." Azrael's smooth voice called out, easily heard through the door as she worked in the kitchen, making up several batches of food and snacks to be stored. She had sensed the little Nephilim steadily coming her way and the angels in heaven weren't exactly quiet either.

She’d run for far to long on her own, skipping through towns and only staying at motels for a few days before she moved again, and could only hope that Azrael would allow her to come in. If Azrael turned her away, it would be understandable of course. Not everyone wanted to hide a nephilim once they found out what she was - and it never took long for those who could sense grace to figure out what she was. But she had no other choice.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door, just hoping that Azrael would answer. She knew she'd be back on the run if Azrael didn't, but the thought of going back to eating food when she could only get her hands on it, and running for days on end, made her deeply more exhausted than she already was.

@solivigant-soldier

@solivigant-soldier

"Come in, kiddo." Azrael's smooth voice called out, easily heard through the door as she worked in the kitchen, making up several batches of food and snacks to be stored. She had sensed the little Nephilim steadily coming her way and the angels in heaven weren't exactly quiet either.

She’d run for far to long on her own, skipping through towns and only staying at motels for a few days before she moved again, and could only hope that Azrael would allow her to come in. If Azrael turned her away, it would be understandable of course. Not everyone wanted to hide a nephilim once they found out what she was - and it never took long for those who could sense grace to figure out what she was. But she had no other choice.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door, just hoping that Azrael would answer. She knew she'd be back on the run if Azrael didn't, but the thought of going back to eating food when she could only get her hands on it, and running for days on end, made her deeply more exhausted than she already was.

@solivigant-soldier

@solivigant-soldier

"Come in, kiddo." Azrael's smooth voice called out, easily heard through the door as she worked in the kitchen, making up several batches of food and snacks to be stored. She had sensed the little Nephilim steadily coming her way and the angels in heaven weren't exactly quiet either.

She’d run for far to long on her own, skipping through towns and only staying at motels for a few days before she moved again, and could only hope that Azrael would allow her to come in. If Azrael turned her away, it would be understandable of course. Not everyone wanted to hide a nephilim once they found out what she was - and it never took long for those who could sense grace to figure out what she was. But she had no other choice.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door, just hoping that Azrael would answer. She knew she'd be back on the run if Azrael didn't, but the thought of going back to eating food when she could only get her hands on it, and running for days on end, made her deeply more exhausted than she already was.

@solivigant-soldier

@solivigant-soldier

"Come in, kiddo." Azrael's smooth voice called out, easily heard through the door as she worked in the kitchen, making up several batches of food and snacks to be stored. She had sensed the little Nephilim steadily coming her way and the angels in heaven weren't exactly quiet either.

She’d run for far to long on her own, skipping through towns and only staying at motels for a few days before she moved again, and could only hope that Azrael would allow her to come in. If Azrael turned her away, it would be understandable of course. Not everyone wanted to hide a nephilim once they found out what she was - and it never took long for those who could sense grace to figure out what she was. But she had no other choice.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door, just hoping that Azrael would answer. She knew she'd be back on the run if Azrael didn't, but the thought of going back to eating food when she could only get her hands on it, and running for days on end, made her deeply more exhausted than she already was.

@solivigant-soldier

@solivigant-soldier

"Come in, kiddo." Azrael's smooth voice called out, easily heard through the door as she worked in the kitchen, making up several batches of food and snacks to be stored. She had sensed the little Nephilim steadily coming her way and the angels in heaven weren't exactly quiet either.