Hey guys! So I'm going to start a Destiel series where I listen to a song and then write a fic to it. Pretty simple, I'll try to upload as often as possible but I'm swamped with school and college applications and such. Nevertheless I will try my best to make you guys happy! They'll probably each be 1K or under. ENJOY!
(PS every story is set in the current time so I'll post the newest episode at the top of the fic so you'll know how recently I'm writing.)
Miss Jackson by Panic! at the Disco
S9E6- Heaven Can't Wait
"Dammit Cas, you can't do shit like that!" Dean yells at the now human. They were on a hunt together, just the two of them since Sam was exhausted from their last hunt and Kevin was sleeping like a log. It was a simple enough vampire case, they were trying to disband and kill a nest. Cas has jumped in front of Dean as one lunged forward while Dean was faced the other way. Cas held up his machete just in time for it to slice through the vamp's neck, but it was too close to consider for Dean.
"I was trying to protect you, Dean." Cas states stubbornly in his low, gravelly voice.
"I don' give a shit!" Dean yells again as he drops the bloody weapon down on the table. "You could've gotten hurt. You're human now, man, you gotta protect yourself!" He turns his back on the other.
"I can't heal you anymore, so I have to keep you from being hurt!" Cas responded, raising his voice. He crossed the room to stand beside Dean, trying to get his friend to look at him.
"No, you don't! Do you think I'd be able to live with the fact that you died because of me?!" Dean shouts, turning to face Cas. Castiel responds in turn by pushing Dean who slams up against the wall.
"Do you think I'd be able to live, if you died, knowing I could've done something to save you?!" Cas shouts back at the blonde, getting in his face, so close their breath was mingling in hot huffs.
Suddenly Dean's pulling Cas up against himself by the lapels of his new dark grey coat. Their lips crush together and there's heat and moans and heavy breaths and it's all too much.
Castiel is holding Dean up against the wall, pinning his wrists to the wall above his head and owning the other with dominating kisses. Dean moans and gives in, letting Cas take control.
There's panting and grunts and jackets being pulled off and "yes" and "more" and it's so hot, Dean thinks, he just might die.
Castiel pulls Dean off the wall and pushes him so he falls onto the cheap motel bed. He crawls onto the mattress on top of the hunter and straddles his waist.
Suddenly, shirt are being pulled off and pants are being unzipped and there's an "Oh God, Cas!" and a lot more panting and moaning and slapping of skin on skin and they're lost in each other. Lost in the heat and the anger and the lust and the passion.
There's a cry of "Castiel!" followed by a low gravelly groan of "Dean..." and they fall down on the bed in an exhausted heap of sweat and cum.
Then there's silence.