I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS
I got the idea from a fan art I saw on Tumblr, I thought I could write it. Please comment what you think
It was late at night, almost midnight. There was no one at the bunker except the hunter and his boyfriend. Sam went out for a beer run and was not supposed to be back in 2 hours. That meant Cas and Dean 3 whole hours for themselves. Cas had been staying at the bunker since the Fall, and his relationship with Dean had taken a major twist. They tried to keep their relationship secret, but Sam (and Crowley) could see right through it. Sam tried to stay away from them and their room as long as possible. Although they didn't talk about it, Sam knew exactly what happened when they were alone.
Cas and Dean were at Dean's room. On his bed to be more precise. They had enjoyed a nice movie and now decided to turn of the lights and ride each other into oblivion. Dean was on top of his Angel, savoring the sweet taste of his lips and running his fingers through Cas' black hair. Castiel was doing the same to Dean, but his other hand was inside his boyfriend's shirt. Now Dean shifted his hand from Cas' head to his white shirt. He took off his blue tie and was now unbuttoning his shirt. Cas returned the favor to Dean and Dean was now aiming for Cas' belt. He struggled with it while Cas just chuckled at his hard effort to get that damn belt off. Success! Now Dean was about to rip his pants off when-
click
His door cringed open and there stood his 6'4" brother, face full of horror. He cleared his throat and Dean turned his head instantly (Cas was too embarrassed to look up)
"Dude, would it kill you to knock?!" Dean said finally.
"Sorry..." Sam just mumbled.
He closed the door and the sound of his footsteps faded away quickly. Dean turned his head back at Cas who was blushed in a deep red. Dean smiled.
"Aw, don't worry Cas. He'll forget about it."
"I highly doubt it, Dean." He simply said.
Dean just shrugged "Meh...Now where were we?"
Poor Sammy was scarred for life