Author: Guede Mazaka
Dean's arm was wrenched up behind his back, driving him into the mouth ravaging his own. Another hand pressed down his spine, jabbing sparks from each strained muscle, before finally stabbing fingertips into his buttock. He instinctively arched up and forward, moaning, and scrabbled at Miguel's neck with his free hand. Maybe in protest, maybe in begging. Not that it mattered.
And then he was dropped hard onto a heap of books, which banged more bruises into his back and legs. Miguel smirked as he bent over Dean to deliver a last kiss and a lingering caress over the-"You marked me with a pentagram?"
Possessive pat to the area in question, and then wings were snapping out from previously-normal shoulderblades. "Some of these texts can be a little nasty," Miguel called back as he disappeared into a shadow. "I would hate to have to punish them for confusing you with an intruder. Back in a few, honey."
But Dean was already twitching, feeling the absence. "Damn it. This is not what I expected."
"It's what you wanted." Then the rift was reclosing itself, locking him in with paper and ink. Suddenly he understood how books must feel when forgotten in some dusty corner, or imprisoned behind glass.