My fans on begged me to make another chapter. (To see what happens next, LOL) Just sex mentions. Castiel decided to take Dean's shock as an advantage. I really wanted to put in a scene where Dean woke up naked next to Castiel. XD
Castiel was talking about Wincest and Destiel slash. And then he remembered nothing.
Dean awoke with that sickening image in his head from Castiel's slashathon from the night before. He didn't remember what happened after Castiel described Wincest. And he was kind of glad. He really didn't want to know. He sighed heavily and felt a little surprised when he didn't feel a headache. Didn't he get drunk last night? That would explain how it was blank.
"Hello, Dean." a voice said.
Dean's eyes widened. "Go to hell, Cas."
But then he realized something. Didn't he have clothes on last night? And why did Cas's voice seem so close?
Oh, shit.
He turned his head slowly and his jaw dropped when he saw Castiel in bed next to him, shirtless.
"It's exactly what you think, you know." Cas smiled then, staring up at the ceiling.
"Did we…um…do it?" Dean asked, mortified.
"Yes. I found it quiet pleasant. I understand now why you have a craving to women." Castiel stated.
Dean jumped up from the bed, almost not realizing that yes, he was naked. "What the hell happened?"
"Well, to start, after I read you a story from about Wincest sex, you went into shock. At first you Sam just lay there. And then I started to talk to you about how Destiel should come true. Apparently, unknown to myself, when you are unaware like that, you seemed to do what I desire." Castiel explained calmly, trying to reach for Dean.
Dean sat down on the bed. "Oh. My. God."
"There is one part that you should know. I told Sam about how many slash fans wanted Sam and the Trickster together. They're a cute couple." Cas mused on.
"But he's Gabriel." Dean said dumbly.
"They don't know that yet. So Sam left, and then we had a pleasant night." Cas smiled again, rubbing Dean's bare back.
"And you're not worried at all about what he's about to do?" Dean asked, dumbfounded.
"Sam will make his choice." Cas sighed, and then stared at him. "You know, we never finished before you fell asleep."
"WHOA. Hold it right there, angel. No. No, no, no. NO." Dean said, waggling his index finger. "Forget about it."
"I can tell you liked it." Castiel said, pouting.
"I don't even remember!"
"But I could give you those memories back." Castiel said mischievously.
And Dean has to admit, he was oddly tempted. He had no idea why the word "Later" slipped out when it should have been "Absolutely not".
"I'm going to find Sam." Dean muttered.
"You have a very nice body, Dean." Castiel smiled again.
"Shut up."
"You should check with Chuck. Your phone's been ringing all night. I think we may have upset him." Castiel said, cocking his head slightly.
"He spent a night of watching us have sex, Castiel. Yes, he is upset!" Dean snapped.
Dean gaped when he saw that he had over 30 missed calls. And, unfortunately, they from Chuck.
He was almost scared to dial the phone.
"Um, hey, dude." Dean answered.
"I don't want to talk to you." Chuck said.
"It wasn't my fault!" Dean moaned.
"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT ITS LIKE TO WATCH GAY SEX ALL NIGHT LONG AND THEN HAVE THE ANGELS SUGGEST YOU WRITE ABOUT IT?" Chuck shouted. "I mean, woman porn I can do, strippers and all that, but DUDE."
"Just tell me where Sam is." Dean mumbled, grabbing some pants and throwing them on while Castiel watched.
"Oh, you don't want to know." Chuck grumbled.
"Chuck. Where is he?"
"Honestly? In bed with Gabriel."
"Wha-" Dean nearly fainted, but instead he starting to hyperventilate at the thought.
Gabriel. Archangel.
Sam. Brother.
In bed.
"Dean? You alive?" He heard Chuck ask.
"No."
"I know what you're going to say." Chuck muttered.
"Oh you mean like how this is your fault? Yes, very much." Dean growled.
Castiel tapped him on the shoulder. "You never got to touch my wings."
"…Dean." Chuck gagged.
"MAKE IT STOP MAN." Dean shouted, pushing Castiel away.
"I didn't do anything to Cas! He just…likes you." Chuck mumbled.
"Don't give me that shit! Just tell me where the hell Sam is!"
"You up for this?"
"No."
Sam awoke in a bed, but not the motel's bed. It was fancy, with silk sheets.
"What the fuck." he muttered.
"Look, the little sex boy is alive." a familiar voice drawled.
"G-Gabriel?" Sam asked, horrified that Gabriel was standing there at the foot of the bed, naked. He blinked.
"That's right, you hairless ape. I suppose you don't remember. Well, I do. And I'm satisfied." he grinned his usual toyish grin.
"WHAT DID YOU DO."
"Me? Nothing. You, on the other hand, came barging in all horrified then you started drooling over me. You think I was going to let off a human like you? So handsome and firm? Please. I have my techniques."
"We did it." Sam said, shocked.
"Oh you mean sex? Yes. The whipped cream part was my favorite." Gabriel said, sitting on the bed next to him.
Sam lay back in the pillows, completely confused.
"You want to do it again?" the archangel asked.
"Dean, please. I've waited a year for this." Castiel said, giving him that look he knew himself was adorable.
"I have to find Sam." Dean grumbled.
"To see him doing Gabriel? You sure?" Castiel asked, skeptical.
"Stop doing that!" Dean exclaimed.
"What?"
"Tempting me."
"So you do like me?"
"More than you know." Dean found himself blurting. He inwardly kicked himself.
"Do this as a favor then. Touch my wings."
Poor Cas. He never gets what he deserves. Would you like more? Hmm? Let me know! XD