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35. Yellow
"Right hand green," Sam smirked. Cas easily managed to put his right hand on a green dot but Dean had to growl and bend his back to reach the nearest spot. "Give up, Dean. Cas is just too flexible."
"Just spin the frigging wheel!" Dean snapped. Why was he even playing Twister in the first place? Oh, that was right. Cas wanted to try it out and Sam just couldn't resist sticking his moose nose into it! So he'd herded them into a small room and forced Dean to participate in this game with Cas.
"Left foot red."
Dean had to cross his left leg over his right to reach a red spot.
"I wonder if Cas is this flexible in bed," Sam commented offhandedly. Dean could just feel the evil glint in his eyes.
"Don't you dare respond to that, Cas," he hissed to Cas. "That perverted bitch will twist anything you say."
Cas didn't reply.
"Right hand red."
An arm appeared in Dean's view. Growling, he stretched his left arm out as far as it would go and was rewarded with a safe spot, though it did mean that his arm was reaching through Cas' legs and was perilously close to his angel's crotch.
"Left hand yellow."
Dean launched himself up and back down, his left hand landing on a yellow spot. When he saw Cas' face underneath him, he grinned devilishly.
"Fancy meeting you here, sexy," he commented. Cas just smiled back and then began to slowly lick his lips. Dean growled at the sight. "Are you teasing me?"
"I would never tease you, Dean," Cas said innocently. That just set Dean off even more, especially when he remembered the vanilla incident.
"Left foot yellow."
This next move meant that Cas and Dean were chest to chest. Dean's eyes were glued to Cas' lips, which were just underneath his. Cas' blue eyes flicked to Dean's mouth and then he licked his own lips again. Dean couldn't take it anymore.
"Right hand blue – oh, for the love of –!"
Completely forgetting the game, Dean had pushed Cas to the ground and was fiercely attacking every little bit of his mouth in a kiss that Cas was returning with equal ferocity.
"Do you two have no shame?"
Dean flipped Sam off without breaking the kiss. When Dean began to unbutton Cas' shirt and Cas slid his hands under Dean's shirt to dig his fingernails into his torso, Sam bolted from the room as quickly as humanly possible.
"Glad we got rid of him," Dean said smugly when he reluctantly broke their kiss for air. "Now get those damn pants off, Cas! They're annoying the crap out of me!"
"Why don't you take yours off, then?" Cas panted challengingly. Dean's eyebrows rose.
"Right hand sexy angel," he murmured to Cas. He pinned Cas' wrists above his head with his right hand. "Make that left hand too."