I do not own Supernatural! The CW does!
The way he looked at me with a deep and undeniable hunger lunging at me from his eyes made my breath stop short of my lips. My heart ceased its beating for a moment while the corner of his mouth curved up into a conniving smirk.
"Cas." He murmured as he stalked closer to me.
"Y-yes Dean?" My reaction was to shuffle backwards until my back was pressed firmly against the hard wall with Dean still coming toward me at an agonizingly slow pace. By now, my breath had retuned but, was coming in fast bursts. I couldn't understand what was happening to me. I felt as if my knees would give out from beneath me and Dean would be forced to catch my limp body but, I stayed standing as my heart began to race and dean was mere inches from me.
"W-what're you doing Dean?" I stammer as he presses his chest to mine so that I am pinned between his strong, muscled chest and the hard wall.
He practically growls, "This," as he smashes his lips against mine and brings his arms around me to grip the back of my coat and to bring me closer. I automatically encircle him in my arms and run my hand through his hair as our tongues begin an intricate dance and our lips part and meet many times as our breath becomes ragged. Our lips part for a moment as we struggle to recapture the breath that has managed to escape our lungs and Dean quickly strips off my coat and nearly rips off the rest of the clothing that covers the top half of my body.
"Get these clothes off of me, Cas," He whispers to me and it takes everything I have not to jump him then and there with us still fully clothed.
I hastily grab his shirt and fling it away from us as our bare chests brush against one another and our bodies shudder in perfect synchronization. Our lips crash together once again and I run my hands up and down his chest and bare back feeling the muscles ripple underneath his worn skin that has seen too many battles and fights and I can't help but lean into his hands as they roam the expanse of my body while our tongues fight each other for dominance.
"Oh Jesus guys! Finally!"
We spring apart in utter shock and I slam into the wall and Dean runs into the couch that was nearly, directly behind us and turn to see Sam standing in the doorway of our most recent motel room. Dean clears his throat and grabs his shirt.
"Son of a bitch, Sam."
I am confused as it seems like Dean is incredibly angry. Did I do something wrong? No, Dean is glaring at Sam, not me. I stand there against the wall while Sam walks in with a few bags of groceries and chuckles, shaking his head with a smirk.
"Sorry Dean. Next time, put a tie on the door."
Figured I could upload my Supernatural fic here as well!