Disclaimer: I don't own SPN.
So ever since I wrote my smut, I've been finding it more and more difficult to keep these prompts clean enough for a T rating. I don't MIND writing smut but this website doesn't approve so I have to hold myself back (since a friend of mine has been reported for blatantly disregarding the rules), not to mention I don't want to have to change this fic's rating -_-
…Well, I could write a small expansion of this prompt and put it in AO3 as a mini fic. I'll think about it.
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59. Aroused
When Dean woke up, the first thing he noticed was that his bed was horribly cold. The reason for this was Cas – or, rather, a distinct lack of him.
"Why you up, Cas?" Dean groaned, squinting at the half-dressed figure standing next to the bed.
"I'm hungry and Sam is cooking breakfast." God, how Cas' deep voice sent shivers up his spine. The only possible way for that voice to sound better was when it was screaming Dean's name in ecstasy, a sound that Dean found very pleasurable.
"Who cares 'bout Sammy?" Dean said. "Come back to bed. We got no cases and Sam said last night that he's gonna go stay with Rose for a few days. We got the place to ourselves."
"Exactly," Cas said primly, buttoning up his pale grey shirt. "We'll have a few days to have all the fun we want. For now, I am hungry and I want food."
Dean muttered something under his breath.
"And if you continue to complain then we won't have any fun of a sexual nature while Sam is gone," Cas added.
"Cas! You can't say stuff like that!" Dean complained. The angelic son of a bitch just smiled smugly at him!
"Why?" Cas said innocently. "Does the topic of sex make you uncomfortable?"
"Try turned on," Dean mumbled through the blood rushing south. "Especially when it comes to messing around with you."
Cas smiled at him.
"Well…" He sat down next to Dean and leaned in for a long, slow kiss. Dean felt hot lightning coursing through his body and knew that there was absolutely no chance of going back to sleep now. Or doing anything that didn't involve corrupting his angel, honestly.
Dean tried to grab Cas and pull him down onto the bed, intent on fixing his current problem, but Cas easily slid out of his grasp and stood back up, straightening his shirt. The smirk on his face didn't help!
"If we can make it through breakfast with Sam without any incidents," Cas said, "then I promise that we can have all the fun we want as soon as he leaves. You can have all the sex you want with me."
Dean stared at him for a moment before jumping out of bed and quickly pulling on a shirt, staring down desperately at the problem in his pants. Days of nothing but sex with his angel? And all he had to do was survive until Sam left? Bring it on!