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Midnight found Dean wandering, this time with a bottle of booze. Its quality was as dubious as its color (somewhere between pink and a watery melon), but it did the trick, and Dean thanked the life that had enabled him to sneak so easily into the Hub and steal it away with every burning swallow.

He didn't go to the waterfall this time. Sam had found him there too easily. Strange, that it should be harder than ever to talk to Sam about the deal now that he knew. No burden had been lifted, only another settled on top of the first, and the weight of Sam's disappointment and grief was more than Dean could bear most evenings. Gulping down another awful swallow, he wondered if he'd ever sleep a night through again.

And so it was that he found himself at Angua's hut. He told himself that he wanted to see her new digs, which was true. Why he needed to see them at this time of night, he didn't bother making excuses for. He was too busy making a hell of a lot of noise tripping over her front step.

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"Ramp tops," repeated Dean, looking down with a grin. "Those're some speedbumps, all right." He shifted away belatedly in case she smacked him, but in truth he'd have welcomed even that. "I'm not drunk."

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Angua didn't smack him, but rolled her eyes. "Really? How did you drink all that, and end up sober?"

She held up three fingers. "How many do you see?"

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He nuzzled at them. "Three. I'm drunk, not blind."

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"I thought you just said you weren't drunk," Angua pointed out, giving his cheek a gentle pat.

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Dean turned his face into her touch. That felt good, too, even if its gentleness made a part of him ache in a distant sort of way, and he leaned forward as naturally as breathing to touch his mouth to hers.

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It wasn't exactly unexpected with how friendly Dean had been getting, so Angua had plenty of time to register what was happening and pull away. To get off the bed. To put on a robe or something. But Dean's mouth was soft and warm, and maybe she'd wanted it all along. The fact that he was drunk made it better, easier. She was in control, she knew what she was doing. She had no one to blame but herself.

Angua's eyes slipped closed as she kissed back, urging more than his gentle touch, her fingers curling around his jaw, his neck.

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Dean only seemed to realize what he'd done when she kissed him back. "Oops," he murmured with a tiny smile, tugging her bottom lip between his own. He sank the fingers of his free hand into her hair to tilt her head towards him.

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"Shut up," Angua whispered, nearly lifting off the bed at the pull on her lip. She kissed Dean again, lightly, waiting for him to deepen it.

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"Mmkay," Dean agreed, shifting his weight until their faces were level. He nuzzled her nose with his before kissing her again, bearing her back against the pillows with the weight of his body. He figured if she wasn't okay with that, he'd know in a hurry, but for the time being it sure felt nice.

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Angua stiffened up at first. Kissing was one thing, but laying on the bed underneath him in something that barely constituted for clothing was something entirely different. Her hands found his shirt and she held on, unsure if she should push him back or pull him closer.

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Her fingers twisting in his shirt earned a soft sound from Dean, and he stayed where he was, his knee finding its way between hers. He did lift his mouth from Angua's, however, but only to bite gently at her throat.

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Angua gasped and her head fell back of its own accord. How did he know? Her eyes opened halfway and her hands reached under his shirt, his skin was over-warm and soft and almost too personal. He was well-built, but soft in places Carrot wasn't, and he smelled like alcohol and sweat.*


*Not soap. Which wasn't to say he didn't bathe, but with Carrot it was almost unnatural.

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She liked that, did she? Dean chuckled to himself and bit again, right there where her neck met her shoulder. She felt impossibly smooth, even against his tongue, and he pondered if it was kinky to wonder what her fur was like.

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Angua moaned softly and moved under him, shifting her hips. It felt so good, and new, she couldn't think past it to even feel guilty.

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It might not have been an outright invitation, but Dean took it as permission to touch her just the same. He let his fingers drag lazily against her side, rucking her camisole up until he reached the soft curve of her breast.

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Though Dean's touch was light, almost hesitant, it was all moving so fast and Angua hadn't even meant it to get this far in the first place. She knew she could stop it any time she wanted, but she didn't want to. Maybe it was a replacement for what she couldn't have, who she couldn't have, or maybe it was something else.

"Dean," she whispered, nearly pleading. She hadn't known she could want someone besides Carrot so badly, it almost scared her.

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"Shh," he whispered back, "I gotcha." He lifted his head and kissed her again, not holding back this time. God, she was sweet underneath all that mouthing off, but there was nothing sweet about the way his hand cupped her beneath her tank.

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Dean's gentle words broke something in Angua and she nearly melted, the thinking part of her brain shutting down. She moaned against his mouth and kissed back in earnest, pushing up just slightly in encouragement. Her hands, which had been gripping his sides as if for dear life, moved to explore the long expanse of his back.

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Sensing that she'd let go of any hesitation she might have had - that constant hip action was a pretty decent clue - Dean grabbed the neck of his t-shirt and yanked it over his head to give her more to work with. Grinning down at her barechested, his expression said he hoped she wouldn't mind if he did the same to her.

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Angua opened her eyes and looked up in confusion at the sudden break in contact, but when she saw what it was he was doing her face grew even more flushed. "Nice tattoo," she said with a small smirk.

She knew what he wanted, and ever helpful she raised her arms above her head.

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Something flickered in Dean's eyes at the mention of the tattoo, but it faded when she lifted her arms over her head. Not wanting to rush his first viewing, Dean ducked his head to push at the hem of the camisole where it was caught against her ribcage, his fingers helping it along until it had gathered at her throat. He meant to get it the rest of the way from there, he did, but with her breasts now bare to him he was a little distracted. Bending, his took one nipple into his mouth, lifting his eyes to hers with an almost sleepy smile.

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It was funny, because Angua was breathing so heavily, yet she felt like she wasn't getting any oxygen at all. His mouth felt good, and the way he was looking at her, she had to look away. Her hand found his head with a light touch, her fingers in his hair.

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Dean's eyes drifted closed, and for a while he let himself be lost in the feel of her, his mouth warm against her even warmer skin. It'd been a while since he'd touched anybody, especially since coming to the island, and it didn't occur to him to take it any slower than he already had. Giving full attention to one breast with his mouth, he closed his hand around the other, pushing the heavy weight of it against his calloused palm.

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Angua let out a low moan that sort of came and went, that she hardly even noticed she was doing. Her fingers threaded in his hair, she held him close in case he dared move away just yet. The unpredictability of it, the differences in smell and touch, the softness and warmth of Dean's mouth, gods, he could stay there as long as he liked.

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That moan did something to Dean, vibrating up from her body to his. He felt it burn him as it went, but comfortably this time, and when the heat began to pool in his belly he welcomed it. He flicked his tongue against her, wanting to hear it again.