This was a thing from tumblr. I really screwed this one up. I'm probably gunna take this down, cuz I suck at this schist. Like I've said, I don't have a boyfriend or girlfriend. I don't even know what I'm doing with my life.
Officer Winchester stumbled through the door of the station at half three in the morning. He hated this shift.
Officer Milligan looked at him sympathetically. He was struggling to keep his eyes open but he was managing to keep a hand on the swearing, writhing drunk teenager in front of him.
"Get a coffee. I'll put him away. Just grab me one?" Officer Winchester nodded tiredly and stretched his arms above his head, listening to the satisfying crunch of bones.
A small smile crept across his youthful face as he thought of what awaited him in the snack-room.
He walked quickly over to it and walked in.
Only Lieutenant Novak was in there, slumped on a sofa, his eyes closed, head facing the ceiling.
At the sound of the door opening, he opened his eyes blearily.
When he saw the Officer, he jumped up and almost ran to him. He pulled him forward, checked the corridor, shut the door and pressed Officer Winchester against it.
Their lips caught and Officer Winchester leaned back, moaning as his boyfriend kissed along his neck, sucking just below his collar, carefully out of sight from anyone else.
"Dean..." moaned the lower-ranking officer, clutching desperately to him and sucking harder.
Dean only replied with a 'Caaaas...'
He roughly pulled his hands through his hair, encouraging him with moans and small kisses on his mop of hair.
Cas finished biting and licked it long and slow, right over Dean's collarbone.
Dean opened his deep green eyes and gazed down at his beautiful boyfriend. Castiel looked up at him, his blue eyes swallowed up by dilated pupils.
Dean dipped his head for a long, slow kiss.
As he drew back, Castiel whined, chasing his lips with his own.
"Miss me?" Dean's voice was a few octaves lower than usual.
Castiel pressed his head back against the door, opening his mouth and moaning.
He dropped back a few inches, studying his eyes and his full, swollen lips.
"Is that a gun in your pants or...?"
Castiel only kissed him harder, trailing light kisses down his neck, to the junction between his neck and shoulder. He pressed a kiss there and looked out of the corner of his eye at the man above him, his green eyes closed in pure bliss.
"I dare you to finish that sentence." he mumbled.
Dean only laughed and pulled Castiel up for another kiss.
