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A bit of Dean/Castiel as a Valentine's Day present for y'all.
Dean stepped out of the lair's lovely shower, only to take another one in chocolate. Before he could contemplate what was going on, Castiel had pounced on him and was licking the chocolate off his naked body. That made Dean's motor functions shut down faster than a chrome book.
What the hell? Cas dumping chocolate on him was wrong, Cas licking the chocolate off him was even more wrong, and it was definitely wrong that it felt... good. No, no it didn't... Except it did. Castiel's presence was nice, the angel smelled good, and his tongue against Dean's skin took away all the tension he'd been carrying for weeks.
Dean blinked. No, no it didn't. He was straight, he liked boobs and vaginas; he didn't want another man to lick him while he was naked. Not even Cas! Dean's mind decided to create a scenario where the roles were reversed and Castiel was the one covered in chocolate. The thought sent Dean's blood downstairs. That got his motor functions again.
"Cas, what are you doing?" Dean demanded, leaping away from the angel.
Castiel blinked, "It's Valentine's Day."
"I know that," said Dean.
"On Valentine's Day, humans dump chocolate on each other and then lick it off," said Castiel.
"Well, yeah but that's lovers, Cas..." said Dean.
"Yes, but do we not share a profound bond, and by extension love each other?" Castiel asked.
"Yes," said Dean. "I'd die for you man, really. But lovers, the kind of who lick chocolate off each other… I don't love you in that."
Castiel blinked, "I'm sorry Dean. I should have realized Crowley would try to trick me, and cleared it with you…"
"Crowley?" Dean asked. "What else did Crowley tell you to do to me today?"
"After I've cleaned the chocolate from your body, I'm to rub your penis with strawberry scented oil and..."
"Okay," said Dean. "I don't want to know. Never mind... Honestly, Cas. You've been coming to Earth for years now, you don't know its lovers who are supposed to do... All that stuff?"
Castiel stared at the ground. "I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable Dean. I just wanted to make you happy on Valentine's Day."
Dean felt all his anger drain away and guilt come back in its place. He hadn't known, and Crowley was the King of manipulation right along with Hell. His angel hadn't stood a chance. No, Castiel hadn't stood a chance. Castiel wasn't his.
Dean shook his head; he needed another shower. Both to get rid of the left-over chocolate, and to take care of his little friend... Dean wasn't going to think about why his little friend had reacted to a vision of Castiel wearing nothing but chocolate. He just wasn't.
But after that…
"We can go get burgers for lunch, Cas," said Dean. "And I'll teach you about all the Valentine's Day traditions."
Thanks for reading! Happy Valentine's Day!