Dean didn't look up from his beer as he heard the stool beside him be pulled out and someone sat down next to him at the bar. He didn't know why the newcomer had decided to sit next to him rather than take one of the other many empty stools, and honestly, he didn't really care right now. He had enough to deal with at the moment.

"What will it be?" the bartender asked.

The man beside Dean spoke in a rough, British accent as he ordered two of one of the most expensive drinks there. 'Stuck up prick,' Dean thought to himself before the drinks were set on the bar and one was slid in his direction.

"This one's for you, handsome. You look like you need it."

Dean looked up in surprise, finally taking in the appearance of the other man. He was older than he was, and shorter, but he had an air about him that made him seem important, despite his height. Maybe it was the expensive black suit, or the way his mouth was turned up in a slight smirk, or the confident way in which his hazel eyes met Dean's. Whatever it was, it certainly worked. Even the slightly thinning brown hair looked good on him.

"Do you buy a drink for everyone you meet, or do I just look that pathetic?" Dean asked, eyeing the expensive liquor skeptically.

"Pathetic isn't exactly the word I'd use." He brought his own drink up to his lips, taking a small sip. "Care to talk about it?"

Dean didn't answer at first, taking a drink to buy himself some time. He had to admit, it was one of the best drinks he had ever had by a long shot. And this guy had been right about one thing – he did need it.

"Come on," the man urged. "You have the look of a guy who just caught his girlfriend cheating."

"And what do you care?"

"I don't." He shrugged. "But I can tell when someone needs to talk; and you, darling, need to talk."

Dean sighed, taking another drink. The guy had just bought him the most expensive drink of his life – he supposed it wouldn't hurt to talk. "It's just… family stuff."

"So… you just caught your mom cheating on your dad, then?"

He gave a hollow laugh. The sentence sounded so ordinary and out of place in his life. "They're both dead, so that's one thing I don't have to worry about. And actually, I'm kind of glad they aren't here to see everything that's going on now."

"So, it's a sibling, then. A little brother or sister has gone and done something stupid, and you're trying to set them straight."

"My little brother," Dean confirmed with a nod.

"What's he into? Drugs? Prostitution?"

Hmm… not too far off, actually. "You're right on the first part. It's just one girl, though."

"And you think she's a bad influence?"

"She's who got him addicted in the first place. And she doesn't even give a damn about him. I don't know what exactly she's after, but it's not what she says it is. And he can't see it. I've tried to talk to him about it, but-"

"But little brother wants to make his own decisions. You know, if you can't sway him, you may just have to sway her."

"Yeah, that's not going to be that easy."

"Everyone has their limits. Find hers. I'm sure you'll agree that there's no such thing as too far when it comes to protecting family."

They guy had a point, and he really did want to kill Ruby, there was just one problem. "Sam will never forgive me."

"And what's worse? An angry brother? Or a fucked over one?"

Once again, an excellent point. He didn't like Sam being mad at him, but at least it was something he could live with. "I'll consider that."

"I suggest you do. In the meantime… I think you are in need of a distraction."

Dean arched an eyebrow, unsure of where he was going with this. "Yeah?"

"If your brother's getting some, why not you? See anything you like?"

His eyes locked with Dean's once again, and Dean found that he couldn't look away. Was this going where he thought it was? He had never been with a guy before, but that wasn't to say that he had never thought about it, that guys never turned his head. And this guy definitely did. Unable to stop himself, he began to wonder what it would be like to have sex with him, to have those lips moving over him, him thrusting inside him.

Dean was suddenly aware of the fact that he had been staring at him for far too long, and now he had another growing problem that was going to become apparent once he stood up. If not sooner… the other man's eyes flickered down to Dean's crotch before he met his eyes again, his smirk becoming more prominent.

Why did the dick have to be so damn confident? Dean thought furiously as his cheeks turned a light pink.

"I suppose that answers that question. I have a room at the hotel next door, if you would care to join me?" He got to his feet, grabbing the black, wool coat he had draped over the stool beside him, and pulling it on.

Dean hesitated. Was this really a good idea? There was a feeling in the pit of his stomach that was normally a red flag, but the alcohol made that easier to ignore. "I never got your name."

"Roderick."

"Dean," he supplied as he got to his feet. "Lead the way."

Roderick put some money down on the bar, nodded at the bartender, then made his way out the door, Dean following in his wake. The hotel that Roderick was staying at was far nicer than any of the ones that he and Sam had ever stayed in, and on top of the already higher quality, Roderick was staying in the penthouse. Dean wondered just how loaded this guy was and what he must think of him.

"Just to be clear," Dean spoke up as Roderick hung his coat up and held a hand out for Dean's. "I'm not looking for any kind of charity. Or pity, for that matter."

Roderick arched an eyebrow, taking a step closer to him. "Is that what you think this is, Dean?"

"I don't know, I just want to make sure I'm understood."

"Oh, I understand you perfectly."

Dean opened his mouth to say that he very much doubted that, but before he could make a sound, Roderick's lips were on his, rough and demanding, and everything that Dean had hoped for. He moaned despite himself as he hesitantly brought his hands up to rest on Roderick's hips. The other man was far from hesitant, though, as he pushed Dean back against the wall, one hand fisting in his short hair as the fingers of the other dug into his hip.

"Damn," Dean breathed when they finally broke.

"Have you ever been with a man before, Dean?" Roderick asked, eyeing him thoughtfully, and Dean very much felt as though he were being seized up.

"No," he admitted after a second's hesitation.

Roderick nodded once and Dean knew that he had already suspected the answer. "I'm normally not exactly – gentle in the bedroom," he warned. "If anything's too much, let me know."

Dean nodded, grateful for that. At least he was a decent guy, even if he was a bit of an arrogant dick.

"Now then…" Roderick continued, his hands trailing over Dean's sides in a way that was driving him crazy. "Let's get you out of these clothes and into bed."

Dean smirked, starting to adjust to the situation. "About time." He let his jacket drop from his shoulders and threw it over the coatrack. In a burst of confidence, he grabbed Roderick by his tie and pulled him in for a kiss. Their lips moved against each other fiercely as Roderick's hands began pushing up Dean's shirt, breaking the kiss to pull it over his head and toss it aside. He then slid off his own blazer, adding it to the rack as Dean pulled off his tie.

"I suggest that we move our activities to the bedroom," Roderick said as his hands ran over Dean's chest, lingering for just a second on his tattoo. "It will be far more comfortable, and I do want you to enjoy yourself."

Dean grinned. "After you, then."

Roderick hooked a finger into the belt loop of Dean's jeans as he started for the bedroom, pulling Dean behind him, who had rarely felt so turned on. As soon as they reached the bedroom, they both quickly stripped out of the rest of their clothes, and then Roderick practically threw Dean down onto the bed.

Roderick took a moment to stand over Dean, admiring the younger man spread before him. "Damn, I was right about you. Absolutely gorgeous." He leaned down, his lips gliding along Dean's thigh and then ghosting over his cock.

Dean moaned, his hips arching off the bed slightly as he silently begged for more.

Roderick just chuckled, his breath torturous against where Dean so desperately needed more. But Roderick continued to move his lips up Dean's body, straddling him as his tongue flicked over his nipple before he got to his collarbone, where he bit down, almost hard enough to draw blood.

A deep groan tore from Dean's throat as his hand came up to tangle tightly in Roderick's hair. "Please…" he breathed, desperately grinding his hips up in an attempt to get some friction.

"Please what?" Fingers trailed down Dean's stomach, teasing just above his cock.

"Stop being such a tease."

Roderick chuckled. "You just met me, so I'll let that slide. But I should warn you, I do not like demands, and would normally punish a mouth like that."

Dean couldn't deny that he was a bit tempted by that, but he decided to play it safe for now. "What would you prefer I say?"

"I would prefer you beg."

"Not my style."

"Then I hope you aren't expecting to get anything from me."

Determined not to give in, his hand dropped from Roderick's hair and moved to his own cock. Before he could do more than brush his fingers against his erection, though, Roderick growled and wrapped a hand tightly around his wrist, holding it down on the bed.

Dean's eyes narrowed. "Bastard," he muttered.

There was a dangerous gleam in Roderick's eyes as his other hand shot up and wrapped around Dean's neck, effectively cutting off his airflow. "Excuse me?" he hissed. "I don't have to do anything for you. I can use you for my own pleasure and then toss you aside like a chewed-up toy. Maybe I didn't make it clear – I'm in charge here, so if you want something, you had better ask nicely."

Dean gasped for air as Roderick's grip finally loosened slightly. "I'm sorry," he gasped. Damn this guy, he had never been so turned on in his life. "Please, Roderick, please, I need some friction. Please…"

Roderick smirked, satisfied, as his hand slid to the side to grip Dean's shoulder as he ground down against him, their cocks sliding together.

"Fuck," Dean groaned, pushing his hips up as the hand that wasn't still being pinned down gripped Roderick's ass, pulling him even closer.

Roderick lavished Dean's neck with kisses and bites as his hand finally released Dean and instead wrapped around the both of their cocks. He started pumping slow, but he gradually increased the pace, groaning against Dean's skin.

Dean ran his newly freed hand all over Roderick's body, wanting as much of him as he could get. He drug his nails down his back, hoping to leave some kind of mark to repay the many that he knew Roderick was leaving on his neck. And Roderick was in the same frame of mind as his hand slid down from Dean's shoulder and began exploring his chest.

Eventually, Roderick stopped, his hands leaving Dean as he reached behind him, to the bedside table.

"What…?" Dean started to asked, still attempting to grind his hips up against him.

"I don't know about you, but I've had just about enough foreplay." He brought his hand down again and ran is fingers, now covered in lube, at Dean's entrance.

In all honesty, Dean was a bit nervous. Was he seriously going to let this guy fuck him? But then Roderick slipped a finder inside him, and Dean arched back with a moan. Yes, he definitely was.

After a minute, Roderick added another finger, and then a third. He watched Dean's expression hungrily as he writhed beneath him, moaning shamelessly. "Do you want me to fuck you, Dean?" he finally asked softly.

"Yes!" Dean gasped, all doubts chased away by Roderick's amazingly skilled fingers inside him.

"Oh, come on. You're going to have to do a better job than that."

"Please, fuck me! I need you inside me. Please!"

"Well… since you beg so beautifully…"

He started to reach up for the lube, but Dean was already there, scooping some up. He warmed it up in his hands some before reaching down and beginning to spread it over Roderick's cock, causing him to give a low groan. Once he was done, his hands slid to his hips, pulling him closer.

Roderick lined himself up with Dean and then thrust in slowly, being as gentle as he could. Dean's hands gripped Roderick's hips with bruising force as he made a sound between a groan of pleasure and a hiss of pain. Roderick was very well endowed, and Dean wasn't quite prepared for the sensation of having him inside him. He was stretching Dean, filling him up completely, and damn, he felt amazing. He gave Dean a minute to adjust before he started moving. He took it slow, making sure that he didn't hurt Dean, then he gradually began to increase his pace.

As he started to move faster, Roderick's lips returned to Dean's chest, occasionally biting down hard to quiet his moans. Dean, on the other hand, couldn't hold back his moans and shouts, and though he was being embarrassingly loud, he was far from caring right now. This was some of the best sex he had ever had, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to make it very long. Sure enough, almost as soon as Roderick reached down and began pumping his cock, the pleasure became too much for him and he came all over their stomachs and Roderick's hand.

Roderick got in a few more thrusts before he finished with a deep groan, emptying himself into Dean before rolling to the side. "That… was better than I had anticipated."

Dean looked over at him with a raised eyebrow. "Did you not think I would be very good?"

"Oh no, I thought you would be amazing, and you still exceeded my expectations."

Dean smirked proudly. "Well, you're not so bad yourself."

"No so bad? Is that all I get? After the sounds you were making, I had better get some higher praise than that."

Dean rolled his eyes. "I think your ego's big enough."

"Rude."

"But true." He scooted closer, placing a kiss to Roderick's shoulder.

Roderick smiled and wrapped an around him. "Get some sleep, Dean. I'm sure you need it."

He really did need it – not just because of the drinking and the sex, though those added to it, but he really hadn't been sleeping much lately – he hadn't been able to. After that, though, he was out almost as soon as he let his eyes close.


When Dean opened his eyes, it took him a minute to remember what had happened the night before. Right, he had hooked up with a hot, British guy and had the best sex of his life. He vaguely wondered if sex with men in general was that great, or if was just him.

Roderick wasn't in bed, and after scanning the room for a second, Dean spotted him standing by the window, looking outside. He was in the same suit he had worn at the bar the night before and he had a phone to his ear.

"I was under the impression that I am still permitted to go out and enjoy myself on occasion," Roderick spoke. His voice was polite, but Dean could sense the irritation. "As long as I come crawling back to you, of course." He was silent for a moment as whoever was on the other end of the phone replied. "That is not what I mean, my lady, I assure you. I was merely referring to the fact that I do work for you, whatever my rank, and I will always be here to serve you. I am loyal to you, as always…. Yes, I realize that, but I didn't believe that I had any duty last night. There was nothing that I could have done…. Then, forgive me, but I don't really see…. I just hit up a bar and found a hook-up…. No, he's no one important."

Dean wasn't sure why exactly that felt like a slap; this was just a random hook-up, of course he was no one of importance to this guy.

"Not yet," he continued. "Of course I want this! Who wouldn't?... I'm worried merely for your well-being…. As I said, I didn't see the harm in taking the night off…. Of course, I will be there right away." He pulled the phone away from his ear and hung up. "Ignorant bitch," he muttered.

"Who was that?" Dean asked, pushing himself into a sitting position.

Roderick spun around, his eyes wide. "My boss…. How much of that did you overhear?"

"Enough to get that she doesn't want you to have any free time."

He chuckled. "Oh, you have no idea. All of us have to be entirely focused on this great idea of hers that is going to end up destroying us all."

"And you've talked to her about this?"

"If I do, I'll be – fired." He sighed. "Anyway, I have to go – business calls. Feel free to use the shower or whatever and let yourself out. I hope to run into you again sometime." Before Dean could say or do anything, he walked out the door.

Hope to run into you again sometime? What kind of a goodbye was that? He didn't want his number or anything?

Dean sighed as he got out of bed. The best sex of his life and he would probably never see the guy again. Of course.