This must be my way of redeeming myself for my previous post.
Yes I am REALLY sorry about that one.
But yes have some Dean/Cas out-of-nowhere college!AU. Really really short. And a tiny bit of eyesex.
Btw, there is currently another drabble about sweet things and kittens in the making. Bear with me a little bit longer.
Dean had been hungry as fuck, and so he'd suggested they go to McDonald's. He hadn't really been thinking any further than that and really, he'd expected Cas to refuse anyway. Cas wasn't a McDonald's kind of guy. Cas didn't like greasy burgers or greasy fingers or excesses of cheese and bacon and fat and calories and delicious evil, all those things that were inherent to fast food places, and yet, the very second Dean mentioned that, he had looked up from his homework, turned around in his seat, faced him, and said "okay". He had actually said "okay". Nothing more, nothing less. And for a split second Dean had been surprised and a question had made his way to his lips but it had died there in an instant, right when his stomach had rumbled for food.
About fifteen minutes later, Dean was sitting on the opposite side of Cas, jaw slack, mouth half open, watching. Him. Eat.
Castiel was a strange eater to say the least. He picked his food with the very tips of his fingers, holding it up to his face as though it were fragile, then lowering his mouth down to it and outright devoured it. He was just eating. Yes, it was just food. And Castiel's mouth. Eating it. Castiel's dry lips pressing down into the soft bread, plush and tender obviously, then his teeth cutting through the burger entirely, neatly, in one swift bite, his mouth collecting a little bit of grease as he did so, and Dean swallowed when Castiel's tongue reached out to smear it across his lips and then lick it off his fingers still holding the burger, the rest of it, of that molested burger, and Dean, really, Dean felt molested too.
Dean realized he must have been staring, because Castiel had stopped eating and the very second he looked up, Castiel's eyes were plunged right into his and they stayed just there as he took another wild bite. Wild and slow. If that made sense. Oh yeah, wild and slow. Dean was so not hungry anymore.
Or maybe he actually was. He didn't really know but Cas looked like he did, quite honestly, Cas looked like he knew everything there was to know about Dean at that very moment, including the very, incredibly disturbing amount of pressure in his pants right then and the way his heart rate quickened and what he was thinking about exactly and at what time he was going to get back to their dorm room and on which bed he would be getting screwed all the way to Sunday.
When Cas closed his eyes and moaned around a mouthful Dean had to stand not to come right in his pants. He stared at Cas. Cas stared back. Then they hurriedly grabbed their jackets and their burger boxes -it was still food- and as they hurried out of the restaurant, neither of them walked very straight.
So take-away it was.