Castiel sat down. Michael had just dragged him to heaven and reprimanded him on his recent behaviour on earth (and in heaven, too, it seems, since he recently overheard Castiel talk to the others in the garrison about this madness). Michael was outraged, and had ended his speech by asking Castiel what was wrong with him. Of course, it was obviously a rhetorical question but Castiel, being Castiel, sat down quietly for a moment and answered his superior's question. Dean Winchester was to blame for the angel's recent distraction. It was just that Castiel could not help but think about it. It was a foolish, humanly state of mind but he can't help but think that he was craving for more of it.

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Castiel remembers that day very vividly. Dean introduced to him one of the greatest feelings in the world (this alone counted as a sin for they, as soldiers of the Lord, were not meant to feel anything at all).

It was a hot summer day. In fact, it was so hot Dean was not wearing his beloved jacket. He was even able to convince Castiel to take off his coat, too, as it made 'things look warm and it is not helping.' The two men sat as Dean demonstrated how the practice was done; it had an elongated shape and Dean's mouth formed an "o" shape as he put it in his mouth, and then Dean sucked and sucked and sucked on it.

"It's heavenly!" Dean declared as he wiped off some of the sticky substance in his mouth. "Now, you try it, Cas! You'd love it. It's not as bad as it looks."

Castiel sighed. He knew he should not do such a humanly thing. But it was Dean and so the angel concluded that it was safe and taking it in would not cause harm at all but maybe even gain Dean's trust. And so he imitated Dean, inserted the thing into his mouth and, like Dean, sucked and sucked and sucked. It actually tasted good.

"That's my Cas!" Dean said with a smile on his face. "You should try licking it, too. Helps you take in the taste better."

The angel did as Dean suggested and after a while finally removed it from his mouth, leaving sticky liquid on his mouth. Dean handed him a napkin.

"Not as bad as you thought it would be, huh?" Dean asked smugly as he saw the look of satisfaction on the blue-eyed man beside him.

Castiel nodded.

"See? I told you you'd love eating popsicles!"

Random, ain't it? Well, what were you thinking? Moment with a friend inspired this fic. LOL