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Y/N was walking down an alley on her way to a convenience store. Sam had sent her on a snack trip, he had offered her the keys to the impala but she was dead set on walking.
She had always taken this route many times before with no issues so she wasn't really paying much attention even though she should've been. She heard a faint whooshing behind her which prompted her to turn around and investigate the sound.
She expected the source of the sound to be a bird, or even a stray cat but the sight she was met with made her heart drop to her stomach.
"Dean.. " She breathed out.
There he stood, clean, healthy, and uninjured. He was wearing a a clean suit and hat, a smile painted on his lips.
Then it hit her, that was not Dean Winchester, that was The Archangel Michael. It was like a knife to the chest, she missed him so much she wanted to run over to him and collapse into his arms despite the fact she knew he was currently the enemy.
"Hello Y/N."
"Michael." She replied slowly reaching for her phone to contact Sam.
"Ah I wouldn't suggest doing that." He motioned to the phone in her pocket.
She froze at first, but the reverted back to her original position, "Why are you here?" She sneered.
"But that's the question isn't it? Why are we here?" He stepped closer to her, leaving little room to breathe, "I'm here to ask you a simple question, what do you want?"
She blinked at him, the closeness between them making it hard to think, the entity in front of her may have been an archangel with ill intentions but the form was still that of Dean Winchester.
Her breathe caught in her throat, "I want a lot of things, like I wouldn't mind driving that archangel blade into your side."
"Mhmm, I mean something worldly."
"Well in that case, my own car. 1958 Cadillac, in maroon."
"That's not what you want, not really." His arm trailed along her arm.
If he was in literally anyone else's meat suit she would've jerked her arm away but he looked like Dean, "Yeah it is."
"You may want it, but not on a yearning level."
"Oh yeah?" She quipped.
They stood there silently for what felt like in Y/N's mind years when in reality it was only a few seconds. His grip on her arm tightened, everything screamed at her to pull away but everyone she looked up at him, seeing his face, holding his gaze made all rational thought evade her, "Then what do I want."
"To be loved as much as you love," his words felt like a hot rod being rutted into her side, "Specifically by Dean here."
"Wha- No." She quickly lied.
"You lie, I'm an angel sweetheart. You can't lie to me I know that you do. Which is why you haven't run off yet."
She bit her lip, he wasn't wrong, "Okay well even if that is the case what're you gonna do about it?"
Suddenly she felt a prodding between her thighs, it was a soft touch but what threw her off was the fact that both his hands were visibal and no where near her legs. The sensation creeped up further until it brushed against the fabric covering her core.
The contact was brief and there was barley any pressure, she had no idea why she had to focus on stifling the moan that threatened to escape her throat.
"That's my grace." He muttered.
He increased the pressure on her core, his grace trailing along her inner thighs. He managed to somehow find just the right spots to caused pleasure to rush through her body.
His smirk grew as he watched her legs shake and eyes flutter shut. He guided his grace into her jeans and past her undergarments. Letting out a low chuckle when he felt how wet she was.
Everything in her was screaming at her to tell him to stop but she genuinely could not.
A low moan slipped from her lips as he guided his grace inside her. Her legs were on the verge of giving out on her so she held onto his upper bicep for support. He held onto her, his hands gripping right above her elbows.
"No.. Wait, stop." She stuttered out.
Truth be told she didn't really want him to stop, but morally speaking she probably shouldn't fuck the dude she was actively seeking to kill especially in public.
"I don't think you want me to stop." He replied continuing to slip his grace in and out of her.
Her whole body was trembling with pleasure and her legs were struggling to keep her upright. Michael must've noticed this because he picked her up from behind her thighs and pressed her against the wall. His lips connecting with her neck.
She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck.
"I can see Dean's thoughts ya know?" He mumbled into her skin, "They are pure filth when it comes to you."
The thought of that drive her absolutely crazy, she had her fair share of impure thoughts regarding Dean and the fact that he had done the same drove her nuts.
"Holy fuck Y/N," He said reach for his belt and undoing it, "It's me." Dean looked at her with eyes glazed over with lust.
"Oh Dean." She moaned, cupping his cheek and kissing him deeply.
He kissed her back with fervour. He tugged at her jeans which prompted her to relax her legs and allow him to yank them down completely. He pulled her legs back up around his waist.
He pushed inside her, fully sheathing himself in her and she screamed his name. Dean Winchester owned her body at that moment.
His thrusts were slow at first but gradually sped up with each passing second. Her head was thrown back revealing the column of her throat as she moaned his name louder and louder. Her fingers dug into his skin on accident.
Sweat trickled down their faces as they fucked in the dimly lit alley, his cock hitting every inch of her insides. Michael's grace leaving her feeling more sensitive than she could ever remember.
"Please don't stop." She pleaded with him. The pleasure was overwhelming.
Her nails dug into his shoulders as he slammed into her, "Come for me Y/N." Dean panted.
He pushed her to her peak and she screamed his name again. Her orgasm took her by storm and left her limp in his arms.
As her body began to regain some sort of control, Dean gripped her hips carefully and sped up his pace, slamming into her with all the force he could muster. He let out an unearthly roar as he released himself inside her.
Once he settled down he held her close, Micheal clearly had taken back over as his expression had shiftwd, his hands resting on her hips while he caught his breath.
"Y-you're gonna let me go, right?" She asked trembling.
"Yes, I have no reason to kill you right now."
She nodded. They stayed where they were for a bit before he helped her fix her jeans.
"Go back. Tell your loved ones that I will not kill them, at least not today." He smiled at her.
"D-deal." She agreed. Once she had regained the use of her legs she backed away from him. Before she could leave Michael spoke again, "What you shared with Dean Winchester, it rings throughout the cosmos, be careful with him, I promise you whatever you have with him is no joke."
"I will." She nodded
With that Michael vanished leaving her alone in the silent alley, her heartbeat was still racing.