AN: Hi everyone! It's me again! I've been practising my writing lately and my ability to write scenes of a certain nature seems to have grown! :P
I'm going to be honest here, this did not start off as a scene between Dean and Cas so that's my excuse for any oocness, if you're a hyper fan who can identify ooc in such a short fragment. But then again, technically the Destiel ship itself is ooc so…
Meh, not the point. read and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, nor do I own Dean and Cas.
He was with Dean, of course, because all of these dreams featured Dean in the starring role. The co-star was Castiel himself. Currently, the two were wrapped in a passionate embrace. It was only a kiss, for now, but Dean's sneaky fingers were already trailing down Cas's back, undoing the lacing on the strangely medieval garb the angel currently wore. When he undid the last tie, Castiel pulled away with a gasp, beginning to say, accusingly, "Dean-"
He was cut off when Dean spun him around, pressing him to his chest, his hand drifting down and palming the bulge he found before undoing the lacing at the front of Castiel's pants while nudging the angel from behind with his own erection. Cas moaned, tossing his head back to rest on Dean's shoulder, releasing a series of soft begging whimpers when Dean pushed his hand in and set to work, while making use of his other to strip Cas completely.
Now held trapped against the other man, Cas made a few halfhearted attempts to escape, but even a blind cynic could see he didn't truly wish to get away. Dean played his body like a virtuoso played their instrument, creating a private symphony of wordless moans for the hunter's private pleasure.
He was pleading now, not yet verbally ( Dean resolved to get him to that point soon) but with his large expressive eyes, and less obviously with the quivering tension of his entire body. Dean grinned and gallantly scooped the shaking angel into his arms, whirling them through space until he came to a bedchamber where he carefully laid his precious burden on the soft covers. Cas sprawled, releasing another pleading whimper, and Dean melted. He moved onto the bed, covering the slighter body with his own and kissing the trembling lips. The angel responded eagerly, threading fine fingers into Dean's brown hair and holding him as if he would never let go. Dean tried to keep some of his weight off as his hands teased downwards, the fruits of his labour being his lover's soft startled gasps.
Cas managed to control his shaking long enough to reach up and tug at the hunter's shirt, struggling to get the buttons through the (actually reasonably sized) holes. Eventually he gave up, calling his grace to do the work, which it did admirably by the method of tearing the shirt to shreds. Dean only chuckled, suddenly turning Cas onto his stomach, and the angel gasped-
when he found himself being shaken awake by a worried Dean, who had been woken up by his wordless calls and wild thrashing. "Cas, what the fuck is going on?" he demanded, managing to infuse the barest hint of concern.
"It's nothing."
The lie might have passed, but right now, Cas couldn't look Dean in the eye.
AN: How was it? This was my first attempt at writing something of this sort so I apologize for any awkwardness. And for the awkward cut-off (I'm not that comfortable yet!). Tips? Advice? Reviews? I'd appreciate it!