Lesson 5: Nirvana Comatose
Dean leaned back in his chair, his arms dangling off the sides, his head laid back and a big smile on his face. He moaned in pleasure at the full feeling he had. That bitch was good. He liked it and knew that she did too. Rounding third base and heading home always brought his pleasure to a peak and it always came out warm like apple pie.
Dean contemplated on getting another beauty for the night but a glance at the floor and around the kitchenette told him that maybe he had enough for the night. The cheap whore was still on the floor and his earlier exertions were still sprayed on the counters. If he wanted another beauty, he would need to clean it up. At the moment he didn't want to move.
Dean looked up long enough to see that Castiel was sitting straight up in his chair and staring at the remains of his exertions with his girl. There was still some whipped cream in the dish but Dean noticed that the angel was continuing to stare at it. Dean wondered if that was angel's coming down phase. If it was, then it wasn't that much different from the other faces that he gave.
"Dean, I feel… satisfied."
Dean laughed at the angel's hesitancy. He replied, "That is lesson number five Cas. Pie and sex bring you to a state of Nirvana and makes you comatose. It's that full feeling. That means you are good until you need to go at it again." Dean sighed as he leaned back in chair. "A bitch, like the ones we just had, is why you can't live without 'em. They are a necessity Cas."
"I'm not sure that I understand it being a necessity since there is no nutritional value…"
"Now you're sounding like Sam," Dean growled, "That busty beauty is what makes a man's time on the job pleasant. Once you finish with one, you can have another. You can have one in every town almost. Even that cheap whore on the floor."
"You seem to like them since you eat them in the car."
Dean sat up at Castiel's sentence. The angel was still not moving, obviously still enjoying the effects of his lady. However the joke that Castiel made was a sign to Dean that there may be some hope for Castiel. All the angel needed to do was 'rinse and repeat' everything he learned this night. Smiling at that thought, Dean leaned forward and dabbed his finger at the cream still left in the dish and slowly sucked it off. He watched the angel continue to sit and stare in pleasure while reveling in his own nirvana. It was a good night…
A/N: And that completes the five essentials in Dean's view regarding those busty beauties. I have it on good authority that Casa Erotica has sanctioned it for use in their upcoming series...