Title: Nothing Real
TV Show: Supernatural
Pairing: Destiel
Angelic fingers typed away.
A gentle touch grew rougher as kisses lengthened in passion.
2 PM. "Hey, Cas, we need you."
Hands touched places unseen, bringing forth sounds never made before, ever.
3 PM. "Cas, where are you?"
He was pinned to the bed, afraid, but excited. He trusted his friend—soon to be lover, right?—to not hurt him on purpose.
4 PM "Cas, what the hell? Come on!"
He cried out, approaching orgasm number one. He could go for about five more of those with the stamina he had.
5 PM "Hey, Castiel, this is Sam. Dean told me to try since he's in the bathroom. I know you won't come unless Dean calls, though. You know… since he's your favorite. Oh, and if you appear, don't appear in the bathroom like last time. You scared the crap out of him. Thanks."
They moved into yet another wonderful position. Earth has many wonderful things in store for him. He was perfectly fine with this.
5:30 PM "Cas, you're starting to piss me off," Dean said.
Dean flipped Castiel over on his stomach and entered him again. The angel made a surprised, pleasure-filled sound at being stretched a fifth time. He wanted this to last forever. What if this was the first and last time?
5:45 PM "Castiel, you're all we have left, dammit! We need help on this case!"
At the end of it all, the angel awoke, moist and confused as to where the human was, only to realize that it was only a dream. It was very upsetting. Suddenly, he realized that he had been getting called for many hours straight and came to answer their prayers in the real world.
Castiel saved it and posted it online.
6 PM "Cas, you are such a bi—"
"Hello, Dean."
"Holy crap! Don't appear out of nowhere like that! What the hell were you doing? I know you heard me."
"Nothing real."
He left behind what he wrote, so as to live in the real world without mixing reality with fiction.
END