Fic: Good boys go to heaven(Bad boys go everywhere) PG-13
Title: Good boys go to heaven (bad boys go everywhere)
Rating: PG-13
Genre and/or paring: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: if you’ve seen all of season four you’re good
Word count: 682
Warnings: boy kissing, silliness
Summary: One of these days Castiel would be able to get Dean to actually listen to his suggestions.
“ Dean I do not believe this is wise…” the angel’s voice sounded strained and more than a little worried, blue eyes flickering towards the door every few seconds.
“ Don’t be so paranoid.” A wicked grin spread across the hunter’s face as he backed his angel further up against the kitchen counter, fingers hooked just over the waistband of Castiel’s pants.
“ We are hardly in private quarters.” Cas mentioned, body refusing to relax under Dean’s gaze or ministrations, this was really not the best place to be doing this. Bobby had let the three of them stay at his house while the two brothers prepared and rallied themselves for the fight with Lucifer, somehow the angel doubted that fornicating on the kitchen work surface would demonstrate their thanks and gratitude to the man.
“ No one’s about Cas, so don’t worry.” That was true, both Sam and Bobby had gone out in order to collect more supplies for the house, having two young men in the normally empty house diminished what food had been left when they had arrived, and Castiel supposed that he hadn’t exactly helped towards that situation either. He didn’t require sustenance, but Dean had felt the need to show him the marvels of human cuisine, and who was he really to deny his hunter anything?
“ They will be due back at any moment.” He reasoned, trying his best to ignore the hunter’s lips and teeth working on his exposed neck. At some point in his inner musings Dean had taken it upon himself to undo the tie on his neck and pop the first few buttons on his shirt, once Castiel had regained control of this situation he would figure out when exactly his human had done that.
“ It’ll take them long enough for Sammy to choose what ice cream he wants.” Dean’s words were not working to ease him into this act of recklessness, his actions however were far more, distracting. Hot breath against his neck, fingers oh so subtly skimming across his abdomen, dipping occasionally past the fabric below. Dean was teasing him into loosing his composure, he knew that, could read it from a mile off, yet he always indulged his human in this. And perhaps he enjoyed it himself, only a little though.
“ Still I think it would be prudent to move this to a… safer location.” Castiel hoped that his reasoning would one day get through to his stubborn hunter; he very much doubted it though. This time proved no different, instead of acquiescing to his suggestion Dean merely pushed himself further against the angel, lips moving up to his face. His body seemed to think better of his suggestion as well, his fingers, which had originally been gripped tightly against the counter top, determined to not buckle so easily, had moved without his permission to grip Dean’s hips tightly against his own. Irritating hormone filled thing. Castiel’s protests however disappeared as Dean’s lips slanted over his, drawing a low rumble from the angel’s chest.
He lost himself in the feels of his human’s lips against his, enjoying this simple act as much as he did anything else with Dean, he could stare at him for hours and be content, loved, at peace, happy. Sometimes he still couldn’t quite believe that he had lived to see his human again, that alone had been more than he would have asked for, but that the hunter had reciprocated his feelings? Words could never express how thankful, just how happy that had made him, still makes him.
Dean’s lips once again had proved far too distracting for the hunter’s own good, Castiel barely had time to wrench his mouth away from the elder Winchester’s before the back door to Bobby’s house opened.
“ I’m sure we’ll be able to find space for al-” Sam froze in the doorway, angel and human staring in embarrassment at each other. Before Castiel could blink Sam had propelled himself backwards and shut the door. “ You know what Bobby, I think we can wait a few moments.”
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While writing this my cat was purring madly at my side and lovingly nuzzling my laptop, biting me whenever i stopped typing. This has allowed me to come to the conclusion that my cat is a Dean/Cas endorser...
Coments are love, once again un-beta'd so please point out any mistakes i've made.