Last Night on Earth
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The Winchester brothers looked away awkwardly, suddenly interested in their hands or the condensation pooling on Bobby's wooden table. Ellen's throaty laughter floated down the stairs and they looked up at one another, mirroring the same amused smile. Dean took a swig of his bottle, licked his lips and snorted out his laughter.
A door slammed and Bobby shook his head, wheeling from his desk over to the banister. "Unless it wards off demons, I don't want to find angel jizz on my sheets," he yelled. He caught Jo's grimace, her tongue sticking out like she had just taken tequila for the first time. "What?" he shrugged.
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"Do you even know how to please a woman?" Ellen tilted her head, smiling as Castiel averted his eyes. A familiar line formed between two furrowed brows.
"Dean said..."
Ellen burst into laughter. "Honey, if this is my last night on earth, the last thing I want is to spend it with a parody of Dean Winchester." Ellen's arms slowly descended onto his shoulders. She smiled at him, clasping her hands loosely behind his head and pressed close enough to feel the resulting rush of warm breath on her cheeks. "Hell, I could teach that boy a thing or two." She took another step closer, raised herself on her toes and leaned against him.
He held his head back even as she pressed herself forward. "This vessel has performed the sacrament of holy matrimony. To proceed would inflict the sin of adultery..."
Ellen used her arms to pull him forward, pressed her lips to his mouth and slowly paused when she realized Castiel's mouth didn't reciprocate her actions.
"I'm guessing angels don't get many opportunities to seduce us mortals," she arched one brow. He shook his head and pressed his hands straight against his side. He looked as nervous as a boy at a middle school dance. Ellen smiled and took one small step forward. Cas instinctively stepped back and Ellen grinned at this, continuing the slow dance to the bed. Castiel paused when the back of his legs collided with the mattress.
"Boy, you have a lot to learn," she whispered against his lips. She disentangled herself and shoved against him, sending Castiel sprawling onto the bed. His eyes caught hers and his Adam's apple bobbed before his eyes slid down to her fingers. Ellen kneeled at the foot of the bed, her hands reaching for the clasp of his belt.
"Just relax, darling." The zipper sounded clearly as it slid it's slow trajectory down. "Tell me when you feel something."