Hey guys, so after discontinuing my last fanfiction, I decided to do a series of prompts and oneshots still based on Destiel. If anyone wants their very own Destiel fanfiction, just review or PM me and I'll get right on it
Castiel could not believe that Dean had taken him into a den of iniquity. He was an angel of the Lord, it was preposterous for him to have even entered the place, never mind nearly participating in sexual intercourse with a common whore.
Castiel couldnt imagine why Dean would even want him to lose his virginity to somebody like that. Surely the hunter realised that Castiel didn't "bat for that team", as Dean would say. Castiel thought he had made it insanely obvious of his feelings for Dean, but clearly the hunter was utterly clueless. Oh, please, Castiel wasn't stupid. For all of Dean's vulgar talk of women, he knew the man had enjoyed his fair share of men too. For all of his bravado, Dean clearly had no genital preference.
Watching the bow legged man strut down the street, Castiel couldnt help but think what the hunter would do if the angel slammed him into the alley wall and stole his mouth. Dean had shown many signs, that in Castiels limited experience, showed attraction and definite interest.
With a flash of resolution, Castiel made his decision. The angel was not brave enough to simply kiss the hunter, however, he decided to meet his desires halfway. Catching up with the shorter man, he reached down and clasped the hunters hand in his own, curling his fingers somewhat possessively around Deans palm, stroking his thumb over the calluses that littered Deans hand.
Deans head whipped up in shock, green eyes meeting blue.
"Cas...what are you..."
"Shut up, Dean."
Gulping, Dean did as he was told.
They held hands for the rest of the walk home.