N is for Naughty
Dean couldn't focus on anything other than the hand on his thigh, which was currently moving up suggestively.
He was sitting at the dinner table, in Mary's new apartment, with Sam, Mary, and Castiel.
Mary had gotten herself a small one-bedroom apartment. She didn't want to live in the bunker, but she wanted to be close to the boys. This was the best option for her at the moment. It was a six-month lease, so it wasn't permanent.
Once she had settled in, she invited them over for dinner. She was happy to have her boys near and get to know them now as they were.
Everything had been going smooth. The conversation had been light, and everyone was happy. For the first time in a long time, Dean had felt like he was part of an average family.
Then Castiel seemed to get restless. His hand started to wander and distract Dean. He wasn't doing anything over than rub his thigh, but sometimes his hand would move a little higher. His fingers would slowly drum on his leg. Dean watched the angel, he was so innocent looking. There was no way he didn't know what he was doing to Dean.
Dean had to excuse himself from the table. He headed outside for some fresh air. He needed to calm himself down. He was sure that Castiel hadn't even realized what he had done to him. Had he?
The door opening caught his attention. He looked over as Castiel exited the building. He gave the angel a small smile.
"Mary sent me to check on you," Castiel explained.
"I'm fine, I just needed some air," Dean said.
"What's wrong?" Castiel asked, walking up to the hunter. He stopped in front of him. "Did I do something to distract you?" He asked with a wicked grin.
"Cas-?" Dean started.
Castiel cut him off with a kiss. Dean's eyes went wide as he realized just what Castiel had done. He had known what he was doing the whole time.
He pulled the angel close. He wasn't going to let his efforts go to waste. Castiel pushed Dean back into the wall. He pressed their bodies closer. His hand anchored themselves on Dean's hips. He brought his lips to Dean's ear.
"Did I do something wrong?" Castiel asked huskily.
"Not at all," Dean replied, bringing Castiel's lips back to his.
They stood there, making out like a couple of horny teenagers. Dean liked this new naughty side of Castiel.
"Dean? Cas? Mom says, stop whatever it is you're doing and get back in here. She made pie," Sam called out.
Castiel leaned his head forward on Dean's shoulder chuckling. They stood there a moment, trying to gather themselves.
"Come on Cas, we can finish this later," Dean said.