Fic: The Real Love

Author: Seraphim Grace

Fandom = Supernatural

Pairing = Castiel/Girl!Dean

Rating = G

Notes - Title from Silent Hill 5 score by Akira Yamaoka

unbeated

Soundtrack - Amy Studt - Ladder in my tights

"Half angel and half bird. And all a wonder and a wild desire."

Robert Browning- O lyric love

Dean has lived in the shadow of her baby brother for as long as she can remember. She can find him in a room by scent and it doesn't take stinky sports socks anymore. She knows which cheap aftershave he prefers, and has been known to steal his jeans, and tees, rolling them up at the ankles to accomodate her, because although she's not short, he's a freaking sasquatch. If she could she'd steal his shoes too.

She knows what he will and won't eat and it hasn't bothered her in years when he walks in on her in the shower, or on the toilet to use the bathroom sink. She pretends not to listen if he jerks off in the bed, and is the one who taught him the etiquette of things hung on the door, including the Do Not Disturb sign.

So she just buries her head in Castiel's shoulder, getting a faceful of white cotton as Sam bursts in on them. She was pretty sure she was explicit before he left the room the first time. So if he's mentally scarred by walking in on her in just her jeans and bra, straddling Castiel's lap, it's entirely his own fault.

Sex is a beautiful, natural thing and Castiel's only lost his trench, suit jacket and tie, so it's not like either of them are naked, and his fingers are threaded through the belt loops of her jeans. "Get a room!" Sam says going to his duffle.

Dean laughs, turning her head but not moving, even if Castiel would let her. "We had one, go on, get." she waves her hand at him.

Castiel growls before he starts to nip at her neck. "Sammy, still here?" Dean asks, the fingers of her left hand twisting up through Castiel's hair. Her right hand waving at her brother.

"Dude," Sam protests, "that's my sister!"

"Oh, like this is X-rated." Dean snarks, then reaches around and undoes her bra, "now this for example, is closer."

"It's raining!" Sam protests.

"There's a kung fu triple on somewhere." Dean says and slips the bra from her shoulders, hoping Sam will take the hint, Castiel certainly has, burying her against his chest so Sam can see nothing.. "For gods sake, take the car, find a library, a froufy coffee shop, somewhere with WiFi. Just get!"

"So I can find the anti-viagra for angels?!" Sam stutters, flopping down on the other bed, "Dude, put on a shirt. I'm not leaving until you stop that. That's my sister! It's just wrong!"

Dean doesn't answer him, she just kisses Castiel, trying to suck his tongue into her mouth and his hands are on her bare shoulderblades.

"Oh for god's sake!" Sam says finally standing up. "I hope you're going to pay for my therapy, buddy." He tells Castiel, "and if she wasn't perfectly capable of cutting off your balls herself, if you hurt her..." Dean flaps her hand at him, pretending to listen as Castiel chuckles into her mouth.

When the door slams behind him, Dean stands up, lips swollen, licking the taste of Castiel from her lips as she pulls on her bra again. "You know," she tells the angel sitting on the bed, "that really never gets old."