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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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"Yeah," he encouraged, as Dean had always been a fan of vocal sex, just as he was a fan of praise in general. Bracing himself on one arm, he slid his free hand beneath her ass to pull her up against him as he thrust, knowing fullwell what had made her gasp and how to do it again for her. "C'mon," he gasped, feeling a spark at the base of his spine as she threw her head back.

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"Oh fuck," Angua cried in surprise. She swore, sometimes, but rarely so vulgar. At the moment she could have been speaking in Klatchian for all she knew. "Oh fuck, fuck..." Her hands pawed at Dean's chest, his sides, her hips twisting to meet his.

"Please," she senselessly begged, everything feeling tight and aching just a moment before she came. And then who knew what kinds of sounds she was making, losing herself in the absolute pleasure of the body in and around her and how good it felt.

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Dean kept moving against her flailing limbs, the burn of his rapidly tiring thighs just this side of too much, but it was only when her curses had devolved into babbles and moans that he felt his rhythm stutter.

The warm, wet pleasure that snaked down the length of his spine and made him falter still more finally grabbed hold of him and shook. Dean squeezed his eyes closed tight, but the world whited out anyway as he came, his arms hard around her as he buried a ragged groan against her throat.

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Angua held Dean as his movements slowed, closing her eyes to focus more on other senses, his warm body, the way he felt inside while he remained there, the scent of sex and sweat and the sound of their heavy breathing. The words I love you were on the tip of her tongue, and though she cared for him in her own way, he wasn't who they were meant for.

"Stay," she whispered instead, kissing his neck and unwinding her legs from around him. "I'll keep you safe."

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She couldn't, but Dean didn't hold on to the thought too long, releasing it to slide away with the rest of his thoughts as the warmth that had started in his spine continued to spread, comfortable and heavy now as it seeped into his limbs. "'Kay," he murmured, still mostly on top of her as he settled in.

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"I'm not the bed," Angua quietly complained, though there wasn't any real annoyance in her tone. She shifted, putting his chest against her back and bringing his arm around her. If it made her desire to be held obvious, she only hoped he wouldn't think about it in the morning.

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Dean followed her easily, spreading his hand against her belly where it landed and giving a few absent strokes. Angua's hair smelled pretty good, he noticed, and he pushed his nose into it as his eyes again fell closed.