Title: Dean's Thoughts of Castiel and Heaven

TV Show: Supernatural

Pairing: Destiel

(Do you think that M is too high a rating? Should it be rated T?)

Castiel and Dean sat on a couch in front of a television. Dean wasn't thinking about whatever show was on, though.

'Man, I wonder if Cas's gotten laid yet. I should make him tell me all about it. I bet he can do awesome things with that mouth of his. I wonder what his wings look like… He would probably look weird as hell if he were bulky like the Hulk. That's just wrong. I wonder if he's even ever gotten a boner. I wonder if he knows what one is. That would suck. Then again, I can't really picture the dude jerking off… I'd like to, though…' he started picturing erotic images of the angel in his mind:

"Dean… I'm scared… I've… I've never—" Dean tilted Castiel's chin up so that their eyes met, and he gave him a reassuring kiss.

"You'll be fine, Cas. I'll be gentle."

Said angel looked at Dean instead of the TV. Clearly the human wasn't thinking about the show. He had a goofy grin on his face.

'Virgins are tight and cute. I wonder what clouds feel like. They're made of water, yeah, but I wonder if Heaven's covered in them. If so, Cas's probably felt of clouds before. Whatever. I wonder what cloud sex is like. Do they have cloud dildos up there? I wonder if angels screw, anyway… How would they screw? Is it better with an angel, or would it be awkward as hell?' by now, Dean had a look on his face that showed he was thinking hard about this. 'It'd suck if he just decided to being the living crap out of me and be like 'I already gave you too many things. My virginity is too much!' Dammit, that seriously suck dick…' he looked a little mad now. 'Wonder if he's ever sucked a dick before. Maybe he has a little bit of experience? Wonder what would happen if I asked if we could fool around. I'd probably giggle like a schoolgirl if he said yes. Okay, that was just weird. Schoolgirl, Dean? Really? Whatever. But seriously, when I start talking to myself and having chick-flick moments in my head, it means I need to get laid so I can become a man again.'

The show was now on a commercial. Sam walked in with groceries and said,

"We're gonna eat soon, okay? I got pie and KFC." This made Dean snap out of his thoughts.

"Pie? For me? What kind?"

"A few different kinds. I say: let's do nothing tonight and eat pie for once. That'd be fun, right?"

"Yeah! Awesome!" Dean got up eagerly from the couch to join his brother at the table. Castiel looked back at the TV, watching an M&Ms commercial muted.

'Dean doesn't know that if he's thinking about me, I can hear his thoughts. It'd upset him if he knew, so I'd better keep that to myself.' Castiel thought.

"Hey, Cas, you want some of this? I know you don't need to eat, but you could have some for the flavor alone. This pie is amazing!" the angel looked at the brothers—mostly at Dean—and said nonchalantly,

"Yes. I'll have some."

END