Just a short oneshot to keep me busy while I write my 2014!Fic. Well, enjoy. I don't own anything obviously. I'm sorry it's so badly written. I scrambled to get something up, even though no one may care. Well better things to come, to those who care.
Bad
"It's not like Cas lives in my ass,"
A rustle of wings is heard. Dean turned around.
"Cas, get out of my ass!" Dean exclaimed.
"I believe that it was you that was in my ass, Dean," Castiel said, head tilted.
"Cas!" Dean shouted, ignoring Sam or Bobby's amused and slightly disgusted eyes.
"Yes, Dean? I believed that was the correct wordage for our copulation last evening."
Castiel, bless him, had no idea the amount of embarrassment that Dean was facing.
Sam finally cracked up. Bobby shook his head.
"I'm too old for this. Damn idjits," Bobby complained, sitting in the unoccupied chair.
"Cas, you can't just talk about things like these," Dean tried to explain.
"Like the babysitter and the pizza man?" Cas said, face lighting up with the knowledge of humanity and it's quirks.
"Yes, yes Cas!" Dean said, trying to get this experience over with.
"Well, Dean, since I was bad, will you punish me?" Cas said, head tilted, looking up at Dean.
Dean's mouth dropped.
Images displaying Cas laying face down, waiting for Dean, waiting to be the one he needs. Cas begging him, begging for Dean to do anything, something, to him.
Dean cleared his throat, suddenly feeling very hot.
"Cas, I'll do more than that," He said with a wink. Cas smiled slightly, head tilted. Dean grabbed his hand and in a second the rustle of wings were heard and they were gone, only for hushed words to be heard coming from upstairs.
"I knew Dean topped!" Sam suddenly shouted. "Hand over my twenty"
Bobby sighed but handed the bill over.
"Damn idjits"