Authors Note: I wasn't very happy with my tragedy fic. I went and looked over it and then decided it was terrible. Ha ha, oh well. But this here is my valentine's story (DRABBLE)!
Disclaimer: There has to be some way to get Supernatural in my possession, and I won't stop until I find it!
Warnings: If anyone is opposed to some Destiel, I suggest you turn back now. It's nothing explicit, just some kissing and uh…cleaning.
Spoilers: I can't think of any spoilers, but I'll tell you if I find any hiding in there somewhere.
Ok, I'm FINALLY done rambling.
~Enjoy…
Xxx … xxX
Dean looked on at the sight before him with amusement and curiosity.
"I don't understand." The angel simply said.
Castiel, mighty Angel of the Lord, was currently sitting in a giant pile of red and pink mush- which used to be a giant cake -in the middle of the floor, pouting like a child about to throw a tantrum.
"I just don't understand." The angel repeated for a second time.
Dean chuckled and walked over to sit in front of his boyfriend.
"Dean, what about this do you find funny?" Cas snapped at the giggling hunter.
Dean then started to full-out laugh, tears of joy springing to life beneath his eyes. This was unbelievable.
"And now you're crying? If anyone should be crying it should be me, I'm the one covered in this stuff!" Cas shouted, totally exasperated.
Dean immediately stopped laughing, but only to grin with a mischievous look twinkling in his forest green eyes. Oh no, Cas knew that look.
"I think I can help you with that." Dean drawled in a low, sexy tone.
Dean leaned forward and attached his lips to the pulse point of Castiel's neck and began sucking a love mark into the pale skin hidden there.
"D-dean, what are you doing?" Cas stuttered out, leaning his head back to offer more of his neck to Dean.
"Cleaning." Dean simply told him in between strokes of his tongue.
Dean began to run his tongue up and down the arch of Castiel's neck, effectively gathering the used-to-be cake that was covering the angel's throat into his mouth. Castiel's eyes closed and rolled to the back of his head and he moaned as Dean's questing mouth ventured to just above his trench coat and his tongue slipped below the material. Cas reached in front of him blindly to grab the lapels of Dean's jacket and pulled him up, crashing their lips together in a wet, hot kiss.
Cas could taste the sweetness of the cake, the slight tingle of the mint toothpaste his boyfriend used this morning, and something else that was just entirely Dean. He couldn't get enough of it.
"Happy Valentine's Day, angel." Dean managed to pant out after they broke away for air, their foreheads still touching.
"To you too, Dean… Now where were we?" Cas replied with a smile.
Xxx … xxX
Authors Note- And I'm pretty sure that you all know what comes next. ;)
I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it! If you have time, I would love it if you would leave me a little feedback to tell me how I did, I really appreciate it!
Happy Valentine's Day to you all!
Haben gute Wochen,
~PsychoPicasso