FIC: I've come to be the stranger that you keep (2 of 2)

[blue_fjords]

Title: I've Come To Be the Stranger That You Keep (Part 2 of 2)
Author: blue_fjords
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 12,850
Warnings: bit of violence
Spoilers: kind of an AR of 7x03
Summary: All three Winchesters go undercover at a high school to catch a killer. Their world is turned upside-down when Dean meets Castiel, an Angel of the Lord, in homeroom.

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[mulder200]

"Sorry to blow it for you, Cas, but humans are dirty and mean and chicken-shit, and I'm right there in the mud with the rest of them." Dean slammed his locker shut, only to find himself pushed back into it. "Ouch!" he protested as his head thunked against the metal.

Cas held him firmly in place, hands on Dean's shoulders and blue eyes blazing, quelling Dean's struggle to get free as soon as he started it.

"You are more than I expected. Beautiful and contradictory and pure of spirit. I was not expecting to find such grace here."

He closed the bare inch of space between their lips with a kiss. Dean had never been so overwhelmed or off-balance in his life, and his mouth dropped open of its own accord. Cas kissed him thoroughly, breath mingling and tongue sweeping in like he owned the joint. Dean would have slid to the ground by the time it was over if Cas hadn't still been holding him up.

"Now stop trying to cast aspersions on your character," Cas said crisply once he broke the kiss. Two spots of color reddened his cheeks and his lips glistened, the only signs that Dean hadn't just hallucinated that kiss. "Come along, Dean, we have evildoers to find."

Awesome! Cas is such a good cheerleader and asskicker for Dean!

He pushed open the door to their room, Sam hot on his heels, and froze.

Dean was sitting on the edge of one of the beds, topless, his face pressed against the stomach of that angel, standing in the vee of Dean's legs and running his fingers through Dean's hair.

"Cas," his son whimpered - HIS SON! - and then the angel was leaning down, lips on Dean's lips and John shook off his paralysis, slamming the door with a violent crash.

Oops! Awkward!

"I'm sure you are," John rumbled. "Don't break anything."

As always when John Winchester spoke to him, Castiel listened for the second meaning. This one was easy to decipher - don't break anything, be it Dean or the Impala. Castiel merely looked at him until John's eyes slid back to his son.

"I won't let him wreck her," Dean promised, and reached out for Castiel's hand, which was considered a daring gesture, especially in front of John. Dean was doing more and more of such things, working himself up to something. Castiel had refrained from telling him that John had walked around the corner at an inopportune time last week and had seen Dean, oblivious to all but Castiel, grinding down into Castiel's lap while frantically shoving his tongue down Castiel's throat.

*snort* Poor John!

[blue_fjords]

I adore, adore, adore the trope of someone walking in on two other characters getting it on. It's seriously one of my favorite things in fic ever, whether it's played straight or for laughs. So that definitely had to be in there!

Thanks for reading!