Day 30: Doing Something Hot
Title: It's More Fun This Way
Summary: Dean and Cas get stuck in the middle of nowhere under extreme hot temperature. Naturally, there was only one person to blame for this stereotypical porno set-up...
Notes: So this is a little late! So sorry about that (But it's only an hour or so late, so better late than never, right?). I didn't really know where I wanted to go with this chapter (naturally, I wussied out and wrote a light, comical approach to this prompt), and this sort of happened. Includes Sabriel if you want to interpret it as that but could be considered just simply platonic.
"Shit!" Dean exclaimed in frustration, slamming the hood of the Impala shut with barely contained fury.
"Is something wrong, Dean?" The angel asked with a curious tilt of his head. If it were under any other circumstance, Dean would think the action was cute.
"No, everything's just plum dandy, Cas," The hunter spat sarcastically with a sour smile, "We're just lost in the middle of fucking nowhere with no car to drive the hell out of here and no cell service to call Sam for help."
...Unfortunately, this was not under any other circumstance.
"Your cross tone betrays your hopeful words." Castiel stated, thoroughly puzzled because even though he'd been alive since the dawn of time, the ever knowledgeable, almighty angel still couldn't grasp the art of sarcasm.
Dean glanced over at him and sighed, scrubbing a hand through his damp, sweat-soaked hair, "I'm sorry, Cas. I just...don't understand how this could happen." And wasn't that the truth? Last time he checked (which was literally only last week when they had spent the weekend at Bobby's and Dean chose to spend that downtime inspecting his baby), the Impala was in mint condition. He'd checked the oil, filled it with gas, took a thorough look under the hood, replaced the spark plugs...
His baby shouldn't have died period. Much less do it in the middle of a deserted road with the hot rays of the sun growing only more harsh and brutal by the minute. Something fishy was going on here...well, that, or God was just bored and decided to fuck with him to pass the time (and since the world was going to hell down here with the whole Apocalypse fiasco in full swing, there was a high possibility it was the latter).
"You sure you can't just zap us out of here?" Dean pressed Castiel because even though he wasn't much of a fan of angel-travel, it sure sounded appealing with the threat of heat-stroke literally looming over his head.
Cas gave him a pissy look, "Dean, in the past hour, I have tried over a dozen times. I believe that is enough attempts to be quite sure I can't just 'zap us out of here.'"
"Well okay, Sasstiel. Excuse me for asking an innocent question." Dean shot back, wiping the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand. It was a fucking furnace out here, and Dean was practically drowning in his own perspiration. Hell, it was so hot, even the angel was starting to acquire a sheen of sweat on his borrowed skin.
"Okay, I gotta reduce some layers." Dean declared in exasperation, peeling his wet, sticky teeshirt off his too-hot skin and sighing at the minor relief his action brought.
Dean tilted his head upward to catch the faint breeze and pretended not to notice Castiel's intense gaze locked on his broad chest and sculpted muscles.
"This is so much better," Dean said with a sigh, "You should try it, Cas. That suit must be suffocating."
He shot a sideways glance over to see the angel shift his footing slightly, admitting hesitantly, "It is very...uncomfortable."
"C'mon then, don't be a blushing Virgin Mary." Dean encouraged teasingly, trying to quell the sudden wave of a totally other kind of heat at the thought of Cas finally showing some skin for once.
With an exasperated eye roll, Castiel reluctantly shed his trench coat and suit jacket. Careful fingers unfastened the buttons of his white shirt, the process slow and rhythmic.
Dean watched with a leering gaze, leaning on the Impala's hold and grinning, "Who knew you'd be such a good strip tease, Cas?"
The angel responded with a dirty glare, but he didn't halt his motions. Eventually, he finally ridded himself of the white dress shirt and then proceeded to take off his undershirt, finally baring his naked torso for all (meaning Dean, much to the hunter's hidden pleasure) to see.
"Okay," Dean said with a nod before adding in his most serious, rational voice, "Now the pants."
Castiel rolled his eyes, replying flatly, "Dean, if you wish to get me naked, you could at least be straightforward about it."
Dean laughed so hard, his cheeks were not only wet with sweat but tears.
"I'm surprised," Gabriel told Sam as they watched the two as invisible spectators, "I'd expected them to already be bumping uglies with each other by now."
"Told you so," Sam said with a smirk, crossing his arms over his chest, "You need a more direct approach."
"What, like setting Dean's pants on fire?" Gabriel suggested with an interested, wicked grin, his face lighting up at the idea.
"I was thinking maybe confront them about their gayness for each other instead of putting them in these ridiculous situations and watching in frustration as they continue to dance around their feelings." Sam retorted, cocking an eyebrow.
"Nah," Gabriel refused with a shake of his head, "It's more fun this way."
Sam just shrugged because he could only agree.
Author's Note: Thank you for putting up with my short, sometimes disappointing oneshots for the last month. I had a lot of fun writing this, and I hope you enjoyed reading these.