So, my very first story. Rated M. A hint of Destiel, because well. Dean and pie, right?
Summary: when Sam goes in search of pie at the bunker, he almost walks in on his brother helping Cas with a new experience.
Sam was wandering through the halls of the bunker, book in hand. Suddenly he heard music blaring.
"She's my cherry pie.
Cool drink of water
Such a sweet surprise"
He smiled to himself. Warrant... He cocked his head to listen. When Dean put that song on he was either in the mood for said cherry pie, or just... Well... In the mood, so to speak. The music seemed to come from the kitchen area, so it was probably safe to assume Dean was hungry for pie. Sam felt his own stomach rumble. He wouldn't say no to a slice either, and he shut his book and walked towards the kitchen.
His hand already stretched out towards the door, he suddenly heard his big brother coo over the music: "Hmmmm. Looking good there." Sam hesitated, not sure what was going on. He drew his hand back when he heard the gravely voice of Castiel say: "Dean, I don't think this is appropriate."
"Ah, shush, Cas." Dean answered. "Nothing wrong with giving in to a little temptation. C'mere..."
Sam swallowed hard.
"Dean..." Cas weakly objected. "I... I really don't..."
"Shhhhh. Come on... Give in... Live a little, huh."
When he heard Cas give out a low, almost lustful moan, Sam felt his face burn like the Fires of Hell. "That's it..." Dean cooed. "Just let it slide down. Woops! Keep it all in there! " he chuckled.
Sam heard Cas mutter indistinctly, as if he had a mouthfull: "It is a big one..."
"Slow down then, Cas. No need to put it all in in one go." Dean answered.
The mental images that started forming in Sam's mind, definitely had nothing to do with desserts. He flinched as Dean moaned too. "Oh my... You are delicious, aren't you? Firm, yet warm and moist."
Cas chuckled low. "Why don't you take a picture then? Relive the moment later on."
"Hmmm. Don't need to, Cas. I can recall this anytime I want to."
Sam knew that he couldn't stand much more of this. He either had to open that damned door, and probably walk in on something highly scarring, or high tail it out of there.
Cas let out another, less loud moan. "You were correct, Dean. I did enjoy that very much. Is there a chance I can get more?"
When Sam heard his brother chuckle low, and say: "Sure, loads more where that came from. But the next time, don't make such a mess.", he dropped is book and fled.
Dean and Cas were standing at the table, plates in hand. Cas had a red smear of cherry filling in the righthand corner of his mouth. When he heard a loud thump, Dean turned his head. "Is that you, Sammy? Want some pie too? Cas jus had his first slice of cherry ever."