Summary: Dean walks in on Castiel watching M-rated movies once more, but the situation is very different, and Cas has some questions for his boyfriend. Destiel, humor.
Rated: M to be safe.
Dean sighed heavily as he shut the door to their motel room, hungry and exhausted from the days work. Castiel and Sam were already there, having left an hour early at Dean's request so he could finish up their current job on his own. He chucked his shoes off and across the room, for the moment not caring where they landed.
Muted sound came from he and Cas' room and he decided that food could wait; all he wanted to do was cuddle into Cas' arms and stay there for a while.
He pushed the door open and tripped in. Cas was laying on his stomach on their bed, head facing the end of the bed and feet buried under the pillows. His eyes were glued to the tv.
"What'cha watchin'?" Dean asked as pushed his socks off and slid down next to Cas. The angel's answer, however, was unnecessary.
He was watching porn. Again.
"Cas, why are you watching this?"
"It was on?"
"Really? Gay porn was on in a southern motel where biker gangs frequently stay the night?" Cas arched an eyebrow at him in response and continued watching. his hands were resting under his chin, one finger stroking his neck slowly.
Dean fought back his amusement that an angel was sitting in a cheap motel watching gay porn and focused instead on what was happening.
The two men on screen kissing passionately, hands roaming over their sweaty bodies, legs tangled together. Dean was surprised by how sensual and emotional it seemed to be; most porn was all about the sex, but this seemed so loving.
"Dean?"
"Hmm?" Dean lay down next to Cas close enough that their shoulders were touching.
"I though I wasn't supposed to watch pornography in a rule full of men?"
"Well, there are only two men in this room. Hardly counts as full."
"Dean..." The younger man sighed and scratched at his forehead.
"This is different, Cas. I'm your boyfriend now. We can...do this now." Never mind it being awkward and completely new for both of them.
"One more thing, Dean."
"What now?" Dean was distracted by a particularly handsome brunette going down on his partner.
"Does that mean we can talk about it, too? Because I have a lot I plan on talking about."
Dean groaned and rolled over, pressing his face into Cas' shoulder. It was official; his boyfriend was trying to kill him.
Sorry this is so short, I just wanted to write this idea that's been floating around for ages! Hope you liked, and please review!