Angels in Wal-Mart for Twilightthief - DC-Summerlovin' Fic Exchange
Angles in Wal-Mart for Twilightthief
Title: Angels in Wal-Mart
Author: dazedrose
Recipient: twilightthief
Pairings/Characters: Dean/Castiel (Established Relationship), Sam, mention of Bobby
Genre: AU, fluffy, Fallen!Cas
Warnings: blow jobs, public place, pushy!cas, swearing
Disclaimer: Supernatural isn’t mine, if it was Cas and Dean would have been fucking HBO style since season 4, and Sammy would be joining in
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,913
Prompts Used: The things they do when they have some free time. Maybe Dean takes Cas clothes shopping? Up to the author
Summary: Sam thinks its time for Castiel to get his own clothes. Of course Dean wants Sam to do it but loses to rock.
Authors notes: Written for the dc_summerlovin challenge for twilightthief.
This is actually my second fic I've written off the prompts, though the first idea I had. I had changed my mind when my muse gave me other idea. I wrote it all out only to then realize at 3 am that I didn't use any of the prompts and it was at 3k words with no hope of cutting it down. I'm still going to post it, just not for this.
Thanks to lestrange_love (aka my love over all else Vicki), comedicdrama and FDM for looking this over and trying to make sense of my brain.
twilightthief I hope you like. It was fun to write.
"Dean, you are going to have to do it. I’m not doing it, and he can’t keep being like he is.”
Castiel looked up from the book he was reading, and peered through the open door into Bobby’s kitchen. Dean was sitting at the table, with all the fixings to make a mammoth sandwich, while Sam was leaning against the kitchen sink. Neither could see him on the couch, but Castiel could see them both clearly.
Dean lifted his eyes from his plate, and gazed at Sam with lightly veiled mistrust. “No way. You would know more about it then I would, Samantha. I say you do it.”
Sam huffed, and leaned forward to steal a piece of cheese from the pile on Dean’s bread. “No, he’s your boyfriend, so it’s on you.”
Dean shook his head. “Nah man, I can’t. You know me how I work.”
Sam smiled down at his brother. "Ok rock/paper/scissors for it."
Dean got up from his seat and faced his brother. "Ok on the count of three. One… Two… Three."
Both brothers put out their hands, Sam held his hand out as ‘rock,' while Dean had ‘scissors'. Castiel knew from spending time with the brothers that this was how Dean made all the hard decisions. Whatever they were discussing must be something horrible if Dean had to resort to Rock/Paper/Scissors to figure out the right course of action.
“Fuck.” Dean swore, sitting back down at the table. He mumbled something under his breath that Castiel couldn’t hear, finished stacking his sandwich. Once he was satisfied with it, he took a big bite. Swallowing, he turned his head towards Sam. "Fine. I’ll do it after I eat. I’m going to need my energy to get through this."
Sam slapped Dean on the back, walking out of the kitchen and into the lounge room. Castiel quickly put the book back up, pretending to read. Sam tapped Castiel on his. Smiling down at him, Sam looked both joyous and a little concerned. "Hey Cas, good luck and have fun today."
Castiel looked up at Sam, his head tilted to the side in that inquisitive way he did in the beginning. "I don’t believe I know what you are talking about, but I’m sure that I will have fun doing it."
Sam laughed, nodding his head as his walked out of the room. As Castiel heard the front door open, Sam’s loud laughed filled the hallway, and from the kitchen he could hear Dean groan. Placing his book on the lounge Castiel rose from his seat and made his way to the kitchen. As he drew closer he noticed Dean had his head back, absently rubbing his hand over his face.
"Is everything ok, Dean?" Castiel asked as he came closer to his charge turned boyfriend.
Dean didn’t look at Castiel as he went about eating his sandwich. Taking the final bite, he wiped his hands on a paper towel. Sighing loudly he looked up at Castiel. Meeting his unrelenting gaze-which hadn’t lessened since he’d fallen, or since their relationship became sexual-Dean huffed a breath, "Nah Cas, nothin’ wrong. Just Sammy pointed something out is all."
Castiel looked at Dean, and racked his brain to think what could get Dean in such a state. Pulling the chair out from under the table he sat down beside Dean, and grabbed one of his hands. "If there is anything that I can be of help with, you know that all you have to do is ask don’t you?"
Dean laughed, "Well Cas it was actually about you. Sam thinks that it’s time for us to get you some of your own clothes. He thinks it’s not proper for you to be running in hand me downs. So he wants us to head into town to stock up on food and to go to," Dean shuddered "Wal-Mart for new clothes for you". Dean looked down at their hands on the table. Castiel followed his gaze, and squeezed Dean’s hand.
"I’m sure it won’t be that bad….. will it? I know I haven’t been human for a long time, but clothes’s shopping isn’t as daunting as you make it out to be."
Dean laughed whilst getting up out of his chair. "Well, let’s go find out. You meet me at the car; I’ll go see what the Moose and Bobby want from the store."
**********
The drive to the local shops was a quiet one, with only a mixed tape of Dean’s favourite bands playing through the speakers. Castiel looked nervously at Dean, and was mentally preparing himself for the worst. He knew Dean had faced great terrors and demons, but he didn’t think he had ever seen Dean as horrified as he was over the task ahead on them.
Pulling into the parking lot, Dean turned the car off and just sat there, taking deep breaths. Castiel turned to Dean, placing his hand on Dean's knee. Dean looked down at his knee, and turned to give Castiel a weak smile.
Seeming to steal himself for the task ahead, he squeezed Castiel hand. "Let's do this." Pulling the keys from the ignition he exited the car, slamming the door after him.
Castiel sighed and got out, making his way around the car to Dean. He went to grab Dean's hand then realized that public displays of affection weren’t really Deans’ thing.
Seeing Castiel going to reach for his hand, he decided if he was going to do this boyfriend thing, he'd do it properly. He owed Castiel that much. He moved closer to him, grabbed his hand and threaded their fingers together. With a squeeze from Castiel they headed into the mall.
Castiel had come to the store previously, but only to the supermarket for food. Though he appreciated his Father’s creation, he never spent any time with children; and Jimmy’s memories of his daughter had faded after Castiel released him to rest in the Field of the Lord. Everywhere he look there were so many screaming children with exhausted parents that looked like they just needed five minutes alone. Castiel moved closer to Dean, holding his hand that little bit tighter.
Determine to get out of there as quickly as possible, Dean pulled Castiel straight to the men section, letting go of Castiel’s hand to start flicking through the rack. Castiel rested his hand on the small of Dean’s back, rubbing small circles deep in to his muscles as he watched Dean quickly pulled out his choices. "Cas we need to get you a few shirts, some jeans, boxers for when we’re sharing a room with Sam.” Castiel blushed, having already caused Sam to wish for brain bleach at the sight of him naked. Dean continued, “Some underwear and another pair of boots. As much as you wearing my clothes make me want to fuck your brains out, I see what Sam is getting at."
Castiel nodded, understanding Dean and Sam's logic. He reluctantly removed his hand, but not before squeezing the tight flesh of his boyfriend’s ass, and began going through the clothes rack, slowly looking at each shirt to find the right one. Dean gave Castiel a smirk and slapped him on the rear as he moved away to a table piled high with jeans. Every so often Castiel would look up at Dean and smile or lick his lips. Dean felt the piercing gaze of his Angel, stirring a deep need inside of him.
In the time it took Cas to look through one rack Dean stomped back to Castiel holding an arm full of clothes, mumbling under his breath. When he came up behind Castiel, Dean shook his head at the two shirts that had been chosen. "Seriously? Two is all you have? Damn Samantha, he fucking tainted you with his girly ways."
Sighing loudly, which earned him a hard look from Dean; Castiel grabbed the shirts he had chosen and looked expectantly at Dean. “Are those your choices for me Dean?”
“Yeah. Now all you need to do is try them on so we can get out of here. I have better things to do.”
Castiel raised an eye brow at Dean, which made his boyfriend raise an eyebrow of his own. Dean turned away smirking, while pulling his angel towards the dressing rooms.
Standing before a vacant room, Dean handed over the pile of clothes, "Now get in there and get undressed."
Castiel nodded and grabbed the pile of clothes, shutting the curtain. Not two minutes after closing the curtain he felt it move, sensing Dean behind him. Apparently, he was taking too long and Dean had decided to help. Dean growled crowding up against Castiel's naked back. Castiel laughed, and turned around to see Dean’s face. Seeing the want in his eyes, he pulled his boyfriend into his arms, kissing him deeply.
Dean moaned into Castiel mouth, earning a small smile and sigh from his fallen angel. "Cas," Dean questioned him when Castiel pulled away dropping to his knees, "what are you doing?"
Castiel looked up at Dean while removing his belt and opening up his jeans to free his erection. "I thought seeing as you are doing this horrible task of finding clothes for me, I should give something back to you." He moved in to nuzzle at the base of the erection in front of him, earning a groan from Dean. Castiel smiled again and slid his fingers through Dean's pubic hairs to grasp at his rapidly hardening erection.
Dean braced himself against the room’s wall as Castiel brought the tip of Dean's cock to his mouth. He tried in vain to keep his eyes open as Castiel sucked on the tip, and then licked the underside of his dick.
As the head moved in and out of his boyfriend’s lips, Dean moved his free hand into Castiel's hair, helping Cas set a quick pace. It was exhilarating being in a public place, with the sound of people walking past the room.
Biting back a loud moan as his cock repeatedly hit the back of Castiel throat Dean leaned back against the wall, and brought his free hand to his mouth, biting down.
Castiel could feel Dean approaching his release and doubled his efforts. After a few harder, deeper sucks Dean was coming down his throat. Taking everything he gave, Castiel continued to lap at Dean's softening cock, pulling off with a pop when he felt the last of the shudders subside. Tucking him back into his jeans, Castiel stood back up. Dean had his eyes closed, breathing deeply.
Sensing Castiel was now at eye level Dean opened his eyes, seeking out Castiel’s lips, and tasting himself in his boyfriend mouth. "Cas... babe. You didn't have to do that."
Castiel laughed as he pulled back, slowly knotting his fingers in Dean’s hair. "I know but I wanted too. Watching you hunting down clothes for me was very arousing.” He tugged lightly on Dean’s hair, and brought Dean’s head forward so he could whisper into his ear. “Can we finish shopping now so we can go back to the house? I have an erection that I need to get into you."
Dean smiled wide, and bent down to pick up the neglected pile of clothes. "Oh, fuck yeah. Let’s get out of here."
Castiel gave Dean a quick kiss, then grabbed Dean's hand to pull him towards the checkout. It seemed to him that Wal-Mart wasn’t so bad after all.
Title: Angels in Wal-Mart
Author: dazedrose
Recipient: twilightthief
Pairings/Characters: Dean/Castiel (Established Relationship), Sam, mention of Bobby
Genre: AU, fluffy, Fallen!Cas
Warnings: blow jobs, public place, pushy!cas, swearing
Disclaimer: Supernatural isn’t mine, if it was Cas and Dean would have been fucking HBO style since season 4, and Sammy would be joining in
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,913
Prompts Used: The things they do when they have some free time. Maybe Dean takes Cas clothes shopping? Up to the author
Summary: Sam thinks its time for Castiel to get his own clothes. Of course Dean wants Sam to do it but loses to rock.
Authors notes: Written for the dc_summerlovin challenge for twilightthief.
This is actually my second fic I've written off the prompts, though the first idea I had. I had changed my mind when my muse gave me other idea. I wrote it all out only to then realize at 3 am that I didn't use any of the prompts and it was at 3k words with no hope of cutting it down. I'm still going to post it, just not for this.
Thanks to lestrange_love (aka my love over all else Vicki), comedicdrama and FDM for looking this over and trying to make sense of my brain.
twilightthief I hope you like. It was fun to write.
"Dean, you are going to have to do it. I’m not doing it, and he can’t keep being like he is.”
Castiel looked up from the book he was reading, and peered through the open door into Bobby’s kitchen. Dean was sitting at the table, with all the fixings to make a mammoth sandwich, while Sam was leaning against the kitchen sink. Neither could see him on the couch, but Castiel could see them both clearly.
Dean lifted his eyes from his plate, and gazed at Sam with lightly veiled mistrust. “No way. You would know more about it then I would, Samantha. I say you do it.”
Sam huffed, and leaned forward to steal a piece of cheese from the pile on Dean’s bread. “No, he’s your boyfriend, so it’s on you.”
Dean shook his head. “Nah man, I can’t. You know me how I work.”
Sam smiled down at his brother. "Ok rock/paper/scissors for it."
Dean got up from his seat and faced his brother. "Ok on the count of three. One… Two… Three."
Both brothers put out their hands, Sam held his hand out as ‘rock,' while Dean had ‘scissors'. Castiel knew from spending time with the brothers that this was how Dean made all the hard decisions. Whatever they were discussing must be something horrible if Dean had to resort to Rock/Paper/Scissors to figure out the right course of action.
“Fuck.” Dean swore, sitting back down at the table. He mumbled something under his breath that Castiel couldn’t hear, finished stacking his sandwich. Once he was satisfied with it, he took a big bite. Swallowing, he turned his head towards Sam. "Fine. I’ll do it after I eat. I’m going to need my energy to get through this."
Sam slapped Dean on the back, walking out of the kitchen and into the lounge room. Castiel quickly put the book back up, pretending to read. Sam tapped Castiel on his. Smiling down at him, Sam looked both joyous and a little concerned. "Hey Cas, good luck and have fun today."
Castiel looked up at Sam, his head tilted to the side in that inquisitive way he did in the beginning. "I don’t believe I know what you are talking about, but I’m sure that I will have fun doing it."
Sam laughed, nodding his head as his walked out of the room. As Castiel heard the front door open, Sam’s loud laughed filled the hallway, and from the kitchen he could hear Dean groan. Placing his book on the lounge Castiel rose from his seat and made his way to the kitchen. As he drew closer he noticed Dean had his head back, absently rubbing his hand over his face.
"Is everything ok, Dean?" Castiel asked as he came closer to his charge turned boyfriend.
Dean didn’t look at Castiel as he went about eating his sandwich. Taking the final bite, he wiped his hands on a paper towel. Sighing loudly he looked up at Castiel. Meeting his unrelenting gaze-which hadn’t lessened since he’d fallen, or since their relationship became sexual-Dean huffed a breath, "Nah Cas, nothin’ wrong. Just Sammy pointed something out is all."
Castiel looked at Dean, and racked his brain to think what could get Dean in such a state. Pulling the chair out from under the table he sat down beside Dean, and grabbed one of his hands. "If there is anything that I can be of help with, you know that all you have to do is ask don’t you?"
Dean laughed, "Well Cas it was actually about you. Sam thinks that it’s time for us to get you some of your own clothes. He thinks it’s not proper for you to be running in hand me downs. So he wants us to head into town to stock up on food and to go to," Dean shuddered "Wal-Mart for new clothes for you". Dean looked down at their hands on the table. Castiel followed his gaze, and squeezed Dean’s hand.
"I’m sure it won’t be that bad….. will it? I know I haven’t been human for a long time, but clothes’s shopping isn’t as daunting as you make it out to be."
Dean laughed whilst getting up out of his chair. "Well, let’s go find out. You meet me at the car; I’ll go see what the Moose and Bobby want from the store."
**********
The drive to the local shops was a quiet one, with only a mixed tape of Dean’s favourite bands playing through the speakers. Castiel looked nervously at Dean, and was mentally preparing himself for the worst. He knew Dean had faced great terrors and demons, but he didn’t think he had ever seen Dean as horrified as he was over the task ahead on them.
Pulling into the parking lot, Dean turned the car off and just sat there, taking deep breaths. Castiel turned to Dean, placing his hand on Dean's knee. Dean looked down at his knee, and turned to give Castiel a weak smile.
Seeming to steal himself for the task ahead, he squeezed Castiel hand. "Let's do this." Pulling the keys from the ignition he exited the car, slamming the door after him.
Castiel sighed and got out, making his way around the car to Dean. He went to grab Dean's hand then realized that public displays of affection weren’t really Deans’ thing.
Seeing Castiel going to reach for his hand, he decided if he was going to do this boyfriend thing, he'd do it properly. He owed Castiel that much. He moved closer to him, grabbed his hand and threaded their fingers together. With a squeeze from Castiel they headed into the mall.
Castiel had come to the store previously, but only to the supermarket for food. Though he appreciated his Father’s creation, he never spent any time with children; and Jimmy’s memories of his daughter had faded after Castiel released him to rest in the Field of the Lord. Everywhere he look there were so many screaming children with exhausted parents that looked like they just needed five minutes alone. Castiel moved closer to Dean, holding his hand that little bit tighter.
Determine to get out of there as quickly as possible, Dean pulled Castiel straight to the men section, letting go of Castiel’s hand to start flicking through the rack. Castiel rested his hand on the small of Dean’s back, rubbing small circles deep in to his muscles as he watched Dean quickly pulled out his choices. "Cas we need to get you a few shirts, some jeans, boxers for when we’re sharing a room with Sam.” Castiel blushed, having already caused Sam to wish for brain bleach at the sight of him naked. Dean continued, “Some underwear and another pair of boots. As much as you wearing my clothes make me want to fuck your brains out, I see what Sam is getting at."
Castiel nodded, understanding Dean and Sam's logic. He reluctantly removed his hand, but not before squeezing the tight flesh of his boyfriend’s ass, and began going through the clothes rack, slowly looking at each shirt to find the right one. Dean gave Castiel a smirk and slapped him on the rear as he moved away to a table piled high with jeans. Every so often Castiel would look up at Dean and smile or lick his lips. Dean felt the piercing gaze of his Angel, stirring a deep need inside of him.
In the time it took Cas to look through one rack Dean stomped back to Castiel holding an arm full of clothes, mumbling under his breath. When he came up behind Castiel, Dean shook his head at the two shirts that had been chosen. "Seriously? Two is all you have? Damn Samantha, he fucking tainted you with his girly ways."
Sighing loudly, which earned him a hard look from Dean; Castiel grabbed the shirts he had chosen and looked expectantly at Dean. “Are those your choices for me Dean?”
“Yeah. Now all you need to do is try them on so we can get out of here. I have better things to do.”
Castiel raised an eye brow at Dean, which made his boyfriend raise an eyebrow of his own. Dean turned away smirking, while pulling his angel towards the dressing rooms.
Standing before a vacant room, Dean handed over the pile of clothes, "Now get in there and get undressed."
Castiel nodded and grabbed the pile of clothes, shutting the curtain. Not two minutes after closing the curtain he felt it move, sensing Dean behind him. Apparently, he was taking too long and Dean had decided to help. Dean growled crowding up against Castiel's naked back. Castiel laughed, and turned around to see Dean’s face. Seeing the want in his eyes, he pulled his boyfriend into his arms, kissing him deeply.
Dean moaned into Castiel mouth, earning a small smile and sigh from his fallen angel. "Cas," Dean questioned him when Castiel pulled away dropping to his knees, "what are you doing?"
Castiel looked up at Dean while removing his belt and opening up his jeans to free his erection. "I thought seeing as you are doing this horrible task of finding clothes for me, I should give something back to you." He moved in to nuzzle at the base of the erection in front of him, earning a groan from Dean. Castiel smiled again and slid his fingers through Dean's pubic hairs to grasp at his rapidly hardening erection.
Dean braced himself against the room’s wall as Castiel brought the tip of Dean's cock to his mouth. He tried in vain to keep his eyes open as Castiel sucked on the tip, and then licked the underside of his dick.
As the head moved in and out of his boyfriend’s lips, Dean moved his free hand into Castiel's hair, helping Cas set a quick pace. It was exhilarating being in a public place, with the sound of people walking past the room.
Biting back a loud moan as his cock repeatedly hit the back of Castiel throat Dean leaned back against the wall, and brought his free hand to his mouth, biting down.
Castiel could feel Dean approaching his release and doubled his efforts. After a few harder, deeper sucks Dean was coming down his throat. Taking everything he gave, Castiel continued to lap at Dean's softening cock, pulling off with a pop when he felt the last of the shudders subside. Tucking him back into his jeans, Castiel stood back up. Dean had his eyes closed, breathing deeply.
Sensing Castiel was now at eye level Dean opened his eyes, seeking out Castiel’s lips, and tasting himself in his boyfriend mouth. "Cas... babe. You didn't have to do that."
Castiel laughed as he pulled back, slowly knotting his fingers in Dean’s hair. "I know but I wanted too. Watching you hunting down clothes for me was very arousing.” He tugged lightly on Dean’s hair, and brought Dean’s head forward so he could whisper into his ear. “Can we finish shopping now so we can go back to the house? I have an erection that I need to get into you."
Dean smiled wide, and bent down to pick up the neglected pile of clothes. "Oh, fuck yeah. Let’s get out of here."
Castiel gave Dean a quick kiss, then grabbed Dean's hand to pull him towards the checkout. It seemed to him that Wal-Mart wasn’t so bad after all.