It started innocent.
As most things do.
But then Dean got involved at it all changed.
As most things do.
Holding themselves in an old dusty hotel room, is Dean, Sam, and Cas. All waiting for a code green from Kevin back in the bunker. Boredom is setting in, incurable within the closing walls of the hotel.
"This is ridiculous. We're Winchesters! And Cas." Dean adds with a sheepish nod to the ever-frowning angel. "We don't hide. We go out, we fight, we screw things up, we die, we come back and we do it again. It's the Winchester way!" He continues, throwing his hands up in exasperation.
"We don't 'lay low' and 'wait for the signal'. This is humiliating." Dean finishes his rant with a groan. Plopping down on the bed, sending a billow of dust (and whatever else) flying up from the lumpy mattress.
Sam merely rolls his eyes from the desk in the corner, but Cas has yet to learn after all these years not to argue with Dean when he is throwing himself a pity-party. "The situation is delicate, we can't risk you both being seen, or killed. I'm sure Heaven is sick of bringing you guys back by now." He says softly, trying to calm his friend.
"Don't look at me," Sam retorts quickly. "He's the one who comes up with the ideas, I just follow along because I know he's gonna do something even stupider if I don't go." The younger Winchester defends himself.
"I do stupid stuff either way." Dean mumbles into the mattress. "Is that a part of the 'Winchester way' too?" Cas asks sarcastically.
"No," The blonde haired hunter responds again into the dusty bed. "Just the Dean way. Which I am about to do right now, see y'all later." Dean starts to get up, but Cas is faster, snapping his fingers so Dean is thrust back on the bed, on his back this time. The human is immobilized in an instant.
"What the hell Cas!" Dean yells, his face slightly flushed as he attempts to fight the grip Castiel's mojo has on him. Sam just snickers at the turn of events and goes back to his reading.
"I'm sorry Dean, but I cannot allow you to leave. Too much is at stake for the 'Dean way' to come and push everything into chaos." Cas states diplomatically, urging the blonde haired hunter to understand.
"Dude it's so boring in here." Dean complains gruffly, laying his head back into the mattes in defeat. "Being bored is nothing compared to the cost that will come from you leaving this hotel room." With that, Cas leaves the older Winchester alone with his thoughts. Moving across the room to sit down next to Sam to quietly discussing the plan for after code green.
Dean simply pushes his head further into the mattress and groans loudly in frustration. Mentally plotting his revenge while mumbling half-threats under his breath.
Honestly, he knows Cas and Sam are right, (not that he will ever admit such a thing aloud, much less to them) he can't leave the room without risking everyone. Which is not an option for Dean. But Holy Hell it is boring in here.
"How long are you gonna hold me here Cas? I mean, I can understand if this is a turn on for you but …" Dean retorts teasingly, trying to irk the angel enough to at least get some entertainment. But to his surprise the angel looks almost ... embarrassed by his comment?
"Wait, don't tell me. Does the angel have a kink?!" Dean exclaims in amused shock, his head angling upwards as much as the mojo allows him to. It almost makes him look like an excited meerkat poking out of its hole.
Sam looks as though he wants nothing to do with the situation but Cas looks confused. His embarrassment melting into curiosity. "What, what is a … kink?" He's asks with his signature head tilt.
"Fuck this, I'm going to get us some food. Cas, make sure he stays here. Dean, you take this one, I ain't explaining it." With that, Sam grabs his bag and swiftly leaves the room. Muttering something about how they need to 'make out already' as he closes the door behind him.
"Oh come on, Mr. Gigantor gets to leave but I can't?" Dean exclaims in indignation. Cas doesn't answer, he still looks like he's trying to process the new word he just learned
Dean groans, accepting his fate. "Ok Feathers, let's get this over with, in only gonna say this once alright?" The blonde man says after a moment of gathering himself, preparing to navigate through the bizarre situation he now finds himself in.
Castiel gives a single nod of affirmation, signaling Dean to continue. Which the hunter does - grudgingly.
"So a kink is something that a person - or angel I guess, uh… likes. Usually in a sexual way or whatever." Dean finishes his statement almost sheepishly, fidgeting uneasily on the bed.
Cas is silent for a moment while in thought, then he asks "What are your … kinks then Dean? I don't entirely understand." The blonde man's back immediately stiffens at the question, but he does his best to laugh it off. "Look bucko, I may be tied to a bed, but you ain't getting THAT out of me."
The angel actually looks disappointed which makes an unexpected heat rise to Dean's cheeks, The hunter immediately looks away. 'What the hell? Sure he's attractive but there is no way I'm are falling for Castiel. I mean, I'm totally straight! I think ...'
Anxious thoughts race through Dean's brain as the brunette moves closer with that curious look adorning his angelic face.
"What is wrong with liking something Dean? It's not other people's place to govern your like. What is wrong with telling me? You're my friend Dean." He says, his rough voice sounding uncharacteristically gentle.
Dean softens at this, Cas is so pure and innocent. A genuine friend. 'What can it hurt? I'll just tell him some of the harmless ones.' He decides, clearing his throat before responding.
"Ok Cassie, well I like it when the other person takes control. It's uh, it's a turn on for me. Hmmm, I like playful teasing a bit too I guess and ... uh-" Dean's statement trails off, he is running out of things to stall with.
"What else Dean?" Cas asks, his curiosity peaked. "Thjvjknng" Dean mumbles into his shoulder.
"Uh what?" The angel asks, unable to comprehend the hunters garbled speech. "Tishsjkling." Dean says again.
It is his most harmless turn on, but his most embarrassing one as well. Dean has actually never told anyone this kink. Him and Sammy don't exactly talk about this stuff and it's not necessarily the most 'macho' kink to have, so he doesn't share it with any women he hooks up with.
'What is even happening? I'm tied to a bed, confessing my fetishes to an angel that I may or may not like.' Yes it is an interesting situation to say the least.
"Ughhhhh .. It's tickling ok?" Dean exclaims quickly, immediately attempting to bury himself back into his shoulder. "What's wrong with that?" Cas asks after a moment, confused per usual.
"I don't know man, it's embarrassing. And weird. Especially telling it to you." Dean attempts to explain his flustered state. But this goes right over Castiel's head - as most things do. Cas advances closer to to Dean with an intrigued look on his face. A look that is currently making Dean very nervous ... and excited.
Then, to Dean's shock (and pleasure, hidden deep, deep down), the angle pokes his side. Testing the reaction.
"Hey, easy there cowboy." Dean says, flinching away as he attempts to play off his reaction. But Cas only moves closer, the grin widening on his face. A foreign, mischievous glint in his eyes.
"I'm just trying to make you happy Dean. You're complaining that you're bored. I believe this will be sufficient entertainment for both of us." The angel replies casually, though the uncharacteristic smirk on his faces betrays his intentions.
With that Cas returns to poking and prodding Dean's sides. The angel is surprisingly good at tickling and his large hands are actually quite soft. Compared to Dean's rough and calloused hands that likely wouldn't feel nearly are torturous as Castiel's angel soft (lol angel pun) fingertips brushing along his skin.
With his delicate fingers, Cas slowly trails up Deans ribs and into his armpits that are still held taut next to his head. His elbows attempting to move even an inch against the grace restricting them. All attempts are futile, his arms don't move an inch.
"C-c-ahahas st-ohohop it, thihihis is weieheherd." Dean protests through his giggles, cursing his body for betraying him.
The only thing he is grateful for is that Sam left earlier. He would never let Dean forget this if he were still here.
Dean can already imagine it. They would be fighting demons and all of a sudden Sam would say "Hey Dean, remember the time you told Cas you get horny when you are tickled and he tortured you while you were pretty much tied to a bed? Yeah me too." The hunter can't help but flinch at the thought. Yes, it's for the best that Sam is not here.
But Dean is brought back to reality as Cas gets dangerously close to his hips. "Castiel I sweahahar I wihi-HIHL L stab you!" He yells, his voice hitching as the angel pokes at his hips again.
"Is this a bad spot Dean?" Cas asks innocently, the uncharacteristic grin still spreading across his face.
'That sly son of a bitch.' Dean thinks to himself, all while thrashing against the invisible bonds that are restricting him. Refusing to answer the angels question.
Knowing he isn't going to get a response, Castiel digs in; no hint of mercy or compassion for the ticklish hunter. Not because he is cruel, but because he can tell Dean truly is enjoying their interaction. Of course Dean will never admit it. But with Cas, he doesn't have to.
"NAHAHAHA! NOT THEHERE! STAHAHAP!" He cries out through his immediate hysterics. The blonde man's laughter is loud, melodious, and contagious. Now even Cas is releasing small spurts of laughter as he digs his thumbs into the sensitive muscles.
"YOU SHUHUHUT UP YOU SOHOHON OF A BIHIHITCH!" Dean yells indignantly, thrashing and bucking his hips. Still trying in vain to push the smaller man off of him. However, Cas un(fortunately) is relentless and refuses to budge an inch from where he sits atop of the Winchester.
"So very rude. I believe it's time someone taught you some manners, Dean." Castiel responds cheekily, a dangerous gleam in his eyes as he momentarily ceases his attack. Dean immediately regrets his aggressive approach, but it's too late to back peddle now.
"W-wait, no hohold on juhust a mihinute now. Wait wahait nonono - NAHAHA PLEAHAHASE!" Dean is immediately lost in frantic laughter after Cas readjust his position atop of Dean's hips to resume his targeted attack on the hunters worst spot.
No one mentions the fact that Deans "little friend" is making a slight appearance beneath Cas. Even after Castiel relents his attack a few minutes later. Having sensed the human had enough, he let Dean out of his unseen bindings. Even then, no words pass between them.
The air is filled with the sound of the them catching their breath as they recover - Dean recovering from the merciless session of tickling, and Cas recovering from the exhilaration of being the reason for the vague mass pressed against the front of Dean's jeans.
"I - pant - am - pant - going - pant - to - pant - STAB - pant - you - pant - bitch." The elder Winchester manages to get a weak throat out between his gasping breaths, attempting to save a shred of his pride. Sitting up with a grunt to glare at the smug angel in front of him.
"With what Dean? That?" Cas responds slyly motioning to Deans lower area. Which is still housing a poorly concealed boner.
The unspoken is no longer unspoken, in typical Castiel fashion.
The blonde man reddens and tries to think of a sarcastic comment or excuse to tell the man. But instead of attempting to stutter through a snarky come back, Dean quickly leans forward and kisses those smug lips.
Cas is startled for a moment but then leans in, falling together back on the bed. So caught up in each other, they don't notice Sam coming back in with 3 bags of fast food.
Who then quickly retreats from the room, red and admittedly relieved as he speed walks back down the hall. There's a slight spring in his step. 'Just wait till Gabe hears about this.' He thinks to himself with a grin.
However, Cas is also so caught up in the moment that he doesn't notice Dean grabbing his 'all enchanted' cuffs, engraved with just about every binding demonic and divine symbol, off the nightstand next to his gun and lucky flask.
He wasn't able to realize that the human was also busy securing the smaller angel to the bed while locked in a passionate kiss. If Cas didn't know better, he'd think maybe Dean has done something like this before ...
When Dean pulls away Cas looks slightly disappointed. Then his look turns to confusion, and finally morphs into fear as he realizes he can't move.
"You think I didn't notice that I wasn't the only one turned on while you were torturing me? Sorry Feathers, but Karma is knocking and oh is she delicious." Dean says, cracking his knuckles before straightening Cas's tie with a devious smile.
"Dean, p-please reconsider." Castiel starts, but obviously decides any efforts are futile as he quickly falls silent. There will be no reconsideration. The box has been opened.
The hotel room is not quiet for the rest of the night ... And not just from tickling. It became an entertaining evening quite different than they originally hoped for.
Even so, the 'Dean way' came through after all.