Title: The Gift.
Author: laurenofthedead
Characters/Pairing(s): Dean/Castiel.
Rating: G
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: None really, seductive fully human Cas?
Summary: Castiel has a gift for Dean
Word Count: 515
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, nor it's characters, they belong to the lord Eric Kripke.
A/N: I wrote this on my LJ originally for Gina - x_shorty1013_x with the prompt of "Gift". She asked me for a happy ending fic, and I hope this counts as a good happy ending! Please rate/comment if you read. Thank you.
Dean was speeding down long windy roads to get to Déna Sol, a bar he had been to the previous night with Castiel. He wasn't quite sure why he was rushing to get there, maybe because of how vague Cas had been on his cell?
He'd called Dean demanding him to get to the bar as soon as humanly possible. When Dean had asked to know why, Castiel had just mumbled a quick "I have a gift for you" before hanging up. Typical; He never was good with goodbyes.
Pulling into the dark and empty parking lot, Dean stepped out of the impala and looked around; what exactly was Castiel playing at? This bar was practically packed full of people only twenty-four hours ago, and what? Now it's completely dead?
Walking inside, Dean couldn't see a thing; it was as pitch black inside than it was out.
"Cas?" Dean called, taking careful steps so he didn't fall over anything.
"Castiel, are you in here?" As Dean reached for the gun that he'd brought with him from his waistline, just in case this was a set-up, he heard a small 'click' and soft, seductive music started spilling throughout the room. At just that moment, a single spotlight flickered on, revealing Castiel. Dean's eyes were glued to his and he could tell that Castiel loved it.
With long muscular legs, Castiel took positive strides, his hips swaying in exaggeration with every muffled tap of his footsteps, a hand on the cold metal as he moved around it. He was moving in way's Dean had never imagined possible for the fallen angel.
Yes, Castiel looked smoking hot, thought Dean with out a single doubt.
The music continued playing as Castiel held one hand high above the other. He used the advantage of his height and the silver pole to support him as he lifted himself and twirled around slowly with his head back to expose the pale length of his neck, the charm of his black collar shining against his skin.
Castiel landed low, his body parallel with the granite floor. He winked at Dean as he straightened his legs and rolled over onto his front. In slow motion, he crawled towards Dean mouthing a 'meow' as he threw his face upwards, the fine arch of his mouth illuminated in the single light.
He slid his legs further a part, arching his back and jutting his hips forward suggestively.
Bringing his face back down, Castiel flicked a sultry look towards Dean, his lips falling apart.
Dean never knew just how flexible Cas was until now; his mouth was bone dry. Dean felt as if his throat was blocked, he couldn't breathe. This was turning him on far too much, especially as it was out-of-character for his angel. But Dean liked it. He liked every bit of what he was seeing and he wanted more.
When Castiel had called earlier, Dean had not expected this. A former angel of the Lord, now completely human, dressed as a cat, showing him what delightful things he can do with a pole.