Castiel walked up to the counter and slammed five dollars down. He had a ravenous glint in his azure eyes as he whispered, "I want a KFC Kids Meal."
The man behind the counter, his shiny tag reading "Dean," laughed heartily. "Well, you're no kid."
Castiel winked and responded, "I won't tell, if you won't tell." His fingers drummed against the greasy counter, his other hand tenderly sliding the money forwards.
Dean took the money and brushed against Castiel's tanned skin, his heart skipping five beats.
Can this be love? he thought. Little did he know, the stranger mused the same thought.
The smell of fresh fried chicken filled his nostrils and much to Dean's chagrin, the stranger's order was up.
"Let me get that for you," he said smoothly.
Castiel sighed, awaiting his delicious treat.
When Dean returned, he held a bag in his hand. "I hope you enjoy this."
"I know I will, kind stranger named…Dean."
When their hands brushed for the second time, a sudden insatiable urge to jump Castiel's bones ravaged through Dean's body.
"I…I would like some gravy," Castiel breathed softly.
"Oh, you can have some of MY gravy." In a flurry of unbridled lust, Dean grabbed Castiel's tie and yanked him across the counter, knocking over several coupon trays.
And then they made passionate love on the counter. Dean ripped open Castiel's button-up shirt and began to lick his stomach.
"You taste better than the chicken here," he moaned.
Castiel giggled and began to bite Dean's neck.
"Mmm you taste like human. Strong human."
Sweat began to drip on the counter and heavy moans filled the room. They were completely oblivious. The fluorescent lights flickered dreamily over their heads and the stares of other customers went unnoticed.
"Don't stop!" Castiel whinnied, his jacket billowing around him.
"You like that? You like that? Aw yeah, mmm, right there!" Dean yelled.
"Oh yes! Yes! Oh good heavens!"