Then again, what else can I do these days, other than bury myself in booze and porn, eh?
Route 666 - Dean/Castiel AU
Smiling softly, Castiel waited for Dean to find them seats as he followed after him, unsure of whether they needed refreshments, and if so, he didn’t know where to get them. It was a stray thought brought on by the newcomers who all seemed to carry something, drinks and food.
I found us two seats, luckily, there was only 5 people in that row. I looked around, noticing that Cas was right behind me. “What’s wrong, Cas?” He asked when he noticed his angel was staring at the newcomers. “You want refreshments? I don’t, but I can go back and get you something…”
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“As I love you,” Castiel answers automatically, closing his eyes and sighing contently at the chaste kiss, before following his hunter out toward the car. “We could go another way, Dean…”
-Walks toward his car, suddenly stopping, knowing exactly what his angel is talking about- “We could, I guess… while that kind of transportation is not one of my favourites, it will serve us good using it if it save us time…”
“It will save us time,” Castiel affirms softly with certainty coloring his tone of voice, before he reaches out, gently pressing two fingertips to Dean’s forehead to where they appear in the back of a dimly lit theater room.
Cas pressed his fingers on my head and next thing I know, we were in the back of a theater room. “That was fast…” I chuckled and turned my head, looking at Cas. “At least we skipped the line…Come on, let’s find a seat.”
Jensen and Misha at SDCC 2012
AU: Dean wants to tell Cas how much he means to him. But words aren’t enough.
“Dean, why are you…”
“Okay, I was thinking, and, yeah… you should keep it.”
“But, Dean, this is your ring…”
“Yeah, I know. I just think you should, uhh, keep something that would remind you of me. God, I feel like a girl right now.”
“Dean.”
“It’s probably too big for you, but you can wear it as a necklace. I want you to. Just… please?”
Destiel AU: Dean is surprised when his close friend, Cas, comes to him for some dating advice. By some miracle, the shy and socially awkward Cas has managed to ask a lady friend out on a date— but he has no idea what to do next!
Dean wants to say ‘no’, but this is Cas, so he agrees. However, Dean soon finds out getting Cas date-ready is no easy task. Still, he goes all out and gives Cas all sorts of tips and tricks to help him avoid disaster.
But when Dean sees Cas with someone else…things change. He should be happy for his friend, he knows he should. So why, then, is he feeling like someone just stabbed him through the chest?
“Yes, Dean,” he encourages, keeping up his pace as his sapphire gaze finds his hunter’s, staring at the pleasure filled face and letting more heat pool in his stomach, until he doubts he can take anymore. And knowing he’s destined to fall, he twists his wrist, tightening the fist to draw the orgasm from his lover. “Let go for me, Dean.”
His moaning grows in volume as his lover keep hitting that spot inside him, making waves of pleasure wash through his body, his lover’s wrist tightening its grip around him, making him lose any control over he still had his body. He lost the fight, arching his back off the bed, meeting his lover’s moves and emptying himself all over the angel’s hand.
“Dean!” pants when the man clenches around him deliciously, and his wings stroke his lover’s body faster, feathers fluttering and vibrating against skin as the increasingly tight hole sucks him in further and Castiel’s muscles lock down, back arching, hips pushing forward hard to bury himself as deep as possible and head falling back as he too, comes, following his hunter over the edge.
Moans as his angel marks him as his, losing the grip on his feathers, his body going limp, his angel’s body collapsing on top of his, neither of them making any effort to move. “I love you, Cas.”
Rubbing his cheek against his hunter’s chest, he purrs gently in return to the sentiment, too content and blissed out to move or speak.
Wrapping his arms around his angel, wishing he could just forget about everything else and stay like that forever.
