Disclaimer: I don't own SPN.

Well, today was a productive day. I alternated between making two more designs, re-reading one of my favourite Destiel fanfics, Sweaters and Cigarettes (the novel version of which I'm actually planning to buy eventually because Heaven knows I need MORE books), and planning out my own novel which, of course, is a gay romance ^_^

On another note, has anyone listened to Halo by Beyoncé? I don't generally listen to singers like her but that song is just so DESTIEL! T_T

Thanks to mollienaturerocks, RangerHorseTug, masterjediratgrl31 and Bipi for your reviews :) We're nearly at 200! :D

58. Pen

"Can you stop that?" Sam snapped at Dean irritably over his laptop. Dean looked over from where he was constantly clicking a pen and gave him a smirk before pointedly clicking his pen on and off again.

"Stop what, Sammy?" Dean said smugly. Sam clenched his fists.

"You know what," he forced out through gritted teeth. "Stop clicking that pen."

"What pen?" Dean said innocently, hiding the pen under the table. However, he continued to click it and Sam let out an exasperated groan and tried to ignore him.

"Why didn't I buy earphones?" he muttered. Dean cackled and dropped the pen onto the table in front of him, eyeing his notes in disgust.

In the chair next to him, Castiel couldn't help his lips twitching. He turned his attention back to his own research for the case but his attention was soon diverted when Dean began to absently suck on the end of the pen as he stared at the papers in front of him. Just staring at Dean's mouth was making Castiel hot and flushed and he was finding it harder and harder to concentrate on his notes when he was thinking about all the things Dean could use his mouth for instead.

"Sam?" the ex-angel finally forced out when he couldn't take it anymore.

"Hm?" Sam looked up from his laptop.

"Would you mind doing your research in your room for a few hours?"

"Why?"

"Because Dean's actions towards his pen are arousing me and in the next minute, I am going to jump on him and we are most likely going to engage in sexual intercourse. I imagine you don't want to be around for that." Castiel was surprised at how blunt he was but it was hard to concentrate on anything other than Dean's mouth and the surprised, lustful look Dean was now giving him.

"Oh…right…" Sam blanched and quickly gathered up his laptop. "I, uh…I'll get my own dinner. In fact, I'll do all the research! I'll share with you guys tomorrow! Just keep it down, please!"

Sam couldn't get out of the room fast enough. Dean turned to Castiel, his green eyes dark.

"Thanks for that, Cas," he said in a low voice, heaving himself out of his chair. "You saved me from turning into a nerd like Sam. However can I repay you?"

He sat down so that he was straddling Castiel, who was now finding it very difficult to think. How did humans survive feeling this sensation with even the slightest provocation?

"I know," Dean continued, nipping at Castiel's bottom lip while very slowly grinding his hips. "How about I make you lose your voice?"

"That…sounds rather…bad…" Castiel said breathlessly through his short-circuiting brain.

"Why? You'll be yelling my name," Dean pointed out, sucking on Castiel's throat right above his pulse. Threading his fingers through Dean's hair, Castiel tipped his head back to give Dean better access, shaking in anticipation. "And then you'll have to use that pen that turned you on so much to talk to us. It's a win-win, isn't it?"

All Castiel could do was groan.