Do ya think I'm sexy?
Author's Note: I was listening to The Warbler's version of Do ya think I'm sexy and going through my Supernatural pictures at the same time. So this is what my brain came up with. My first Destiel fanfic, please review and tell me what you think.
Dean and Castiel had finally realized that the intense 'stares' or 'glares' they gave each other frequently were actually eye-sex thanks to a drunk Sam and a tipsy Castiel. That is another story entirely though. They truly couldn't be happier, really they couldn't. Now, If only Castiel could get Dean to give him what he really wanted which was him(Dean).
Castiel had heard from Sam, Jo, Ellen, and even Bobby; really anyone who knew Dean at all that he was not the type to wait for sex. When Dean had the desire for it, he went after it. Castiel was getting impatient with the waiting act, he had been waiting for years. He needed Dean and needed to go further.
"Dean, I want you." Castiel tells his boyfriend one night as they are at another bar after a hard case just relaxing.
"Cass, I want you too, so much." Dean answered his boyfriend of 6 months.
"Then, what's stopping us from taking it further, we both it." Cass tells him.
"Cass I want to go slow, I don't want to mess up what we have by moving to fast." Dean replied.
"It has been 6 months, Dean. You love me and I have loved you for 3 years. Now, that is taking it slow." Cass answers him impatiently. With that said, Cass heard a song over the radio that fit exactly what he was feeling. So he sang along to it,
'If you want my body and you think I'm sexy, come on sugar, let me know.' Cass said as he started dancing in front of Dean. He was grinding his body back into Dean's all the while. He was merely copying what he had seen on TV earlier in order to prepare for this night.
"Oh Cass, I love you." Dean says as he pulls his boyfriend around in order to kiss him.
"Sam, you're getting your own room tonight." Dean tells his brother as he and Cass seperate for air a few minutes later. They then walk out the door only to be Angel-mojoed away to the hotel room.
