A/N: This is my first fanfic on this website so please don't hate me, but you can tell me if this is awful. So please review if don't mind. Thanks!
Disclaimer: As sad as I am to say this I do not own this show.
Chapter one:
Castiel sat cross legged on one if the grungy motel beds with Sam's laptop propped on his knees. He stared intently at the screen and Sam had started to notice.
"So Cas...whatcha doing?" Sam asked pulling Cas back into reality. Cas blinked at Sam and look around the dimly lit motel room.
"I am reading a very...enlightening story, but I am confused. The author must be a prophet because she has described future events I wasn't aware were possible," Cas said tilting his head to the side as he turned his head back to the computer. Sam was intrigued. He made his way over to Cas's side and started to read over his shoulder. He felt his face flush before blood shot up to his cheeks.
"Oh god," Sam said shaking his head and staring at Cas in shock," That's fanfiction Cas!"
"Fanfiction?" Cas said tilting his head.
"Uh..no. I'm not explaining this," Sam said walking away towards the bathroom where Dean was showering. He knocked on the door shouting over the water. Dean walked out furious and wrapped in a towel.
"What could possibly be that fucking important Sam?" Dean yelled at him walking out of the bathroom and shoving Sam. Sam just pointed at Cas and left grabbing the keys and mumbling something about dinner before leaving a naked and confused Dean and a curious Castiel.
"What the hell is his problem?" Dean said pulling the towel tighter before searching through his bag smelling his shirts to find a decent one that didn't reek of werewolf or one that wasn't covered in blood. Cas was staring at Dean's back as his muscles stretched and flexed and Dean felt Cas's eyes follow every line and ripple that formed on his body. It made him feel...strange. He cleared his throat and stood finally giving up realizing all his cloths permanently stank of hunting. That's when Cas decided to ask the question Sam never answered.
"Dean what is fanfiction?" Cas asked still watching his every move. Dean spun around gripping his towel tighter.
"W-why do you want to know that?" Dean choked out, looking at Cas who had given up his sitting position on the bed for a more relaxed place, laying back and looking up at Dean. Castiel nodded towards the computer and Dean slowly crossed the room and started to read the text.
Dean's callused fingers snaked their way through Cas's raven hair. His heart fluttered at the sight of the angel's disheveled appearance and parted lips. His hands slid down his angel's body, resting on his hips, pulling his body against his, and running his lips down the smaller man's neck.
Dean slammed the laptop shut and shuddered. His eyes fell on the bed where Cas had been laying, but he was gone. He looked around the room spinning in a small circle.
"Cas!" Dean yelled, then under his breath,"I'm going to kill you Sam."
"Yes?" Dean felt Cas's breath on his neck and he spun around to find Cas standing way to close for his comfort.
"Dammit Cas! I've told you personal space man!" Cas tilted his head to the side, stepping even closer to Dean.
"I don't understand. The prophecies state that you are sexually frustrated with me, and I would like to.." Dean surged forward and pressed his hand against Cas's mouth.
"No!" Dean barked at Castiel who was pressed against the wall beside the bed. "Those are fiction Cas, they're not real. They're written by teenage girls with the unexplainable need to sexualize our...friendship," Dean said trailing off because he was starting to babble. Cas's head fell to the side, giving Dean his "I don't understand" look.
"Cas...look," Dean took a breath to prepare himself for the nightmare he was about to go through," I care about you, dude, you're like my best friend, but I'm not gay...an neither are you!" Dean said pulling back and uncovering Cas's mouth.
"But Dean I don't have a sexuality," Cas said but stopped because Dean was giving him a look of death,"but I can see this topic makes you uncomfortable so I will go." And with a flutter of wings Cas was gone.
Dean sighed and sunk into the bed. He felt exhausted, Cas was getting way to curious. He slammed his head into the pillows. Damn Chuck's books. He could already feel his heart beat speeding up at the thought of what Cas would've done if he had just let him think that the stories he read were destiny. He heard his breathing hitch at the thought of Cas's long fingers exploring his body, and his soft lips placing butterfly kisses all over his body. He sat up suddenly shaking his head and sighed. He reached for the laptop. He wanted to finish the story.