Hey guys! Long time no... speak to? Anywho! Welcome to my little collection of Destiel one shots! Hopefully they will have frequent updates but I cant promise anything, sorry! So, I'm guessing you want to know who Philotes is. Well, she was a minor goddess in Greek mythology. The daughter of Nyx and the personification of affection, friendship and sexual intercourse. Fitting for Dean and Cas, right? Now, why is it called A Touch From Pholotes. To be honest, I kind of stole the idea from HigherMagic and their collection The Book of Eros. Lets just say I have a binder of fics and it will be easier to put the many Destiels together. All on the same page? Good! I hope you all enjoy this little ficlett!

This is for my beloved ImpassionedWriter! I hope it makes you squee!

Title: Dirty Picture
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: K+

Summery: One night, Dean asks Castiel to send him a dirty picture to think of him by.

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Dean was laying on his bed, one hand behind his head, the other resting on his chest, his eyes closed. The television was off and the only noise in the room came from the overhead fan. He didn't want any distractions while he concentrated.

Unruly black hair that was feather soft under Dean's calloused hands, those beautiful blue eyes that seemed to pierce through to his soul, the creases between his brows, the angles of his face, the stubble across his jaw, the hard line of his mouth and the way they fit against his own... Castiel.

A tan trench coat and the way it sounded as it hit the floor, the cheep suit that was at least one size too big for him, and the tie that was often tied backwards...

With a frustrated sigh, Dean sat up and rubbed his hands down his face. It wasn't the same as seeing the angel for himself but Castiel was busy doing whatever it is that angels do and wasn't able to see him. Or could he?

With a smirk, Dean looked up from his hands. That was it. A picture. Grabbing his cellphone off of the night stand he dialed the angels number. "Hello Dean." Castiel answered on the second ring.

"Hey Cas," Dean smiled at the image of Castiel's confused face. More often than not if Dean called him the brothers were in trouble. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

Dean rubbed his mouth. "Would you send me a picture?"

"A picture?" He could hear the confusion in his voice.

"Yeah a dirty picture."

There was a long pause as the angel tried to figure out what Dean meant. "Why would you want a dirty picture, Dean?" Dean tried to keep himself from laughing. Of course Castiel wouldn't know what a dirty picture was. How was he going to tell him without feeling like an idiot?

"To think of you by."

There was another long silence.

"I don't understand."

At that, Dean did laugh, unable to stop himself. "It's a picture of something, you know, dirty." He choked out, trying to get his meaning through by the way he said it. He didn't think he got his meaning through.

"And why would a picture of something dirty remind you of me?" Castiel asked, trying to understand.

"No, it's a picture of you doing something dirty."

"Like what?"

Maybe this wasn't a good idea. "Well, uh..." How was he going to explain it without saying what he wanted outright? He felt like a teenage girl.

"Something dirty, Cas." He tried to make his voice sound suggestive, though he was sure the angel wouldn't understand.

"I think I understand what you mean." He hung up.

Dean flopped back down on the bed, a large smile on his face at the thought of having a dirty picture of Castiel.

A few moments later, Dean's phone went off, telling him he had a message. Opening the message, he let out a groan. He should have told Cas what he wanted in detail.

The picture was of Castiel sitting in the mud, surrounded by pigs.

He guessed it was a dirty picture after all, even if it wasn't exactly what he had asked for.

End.