Title: Busty Asian Beauties
Title: Busty Asian Beauties
Fandom(s): Supernatural
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 574
Warnings: crack!fic, attempted seduction
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Castiel needs Dean to choose heaven, by any means.
Dean stares at Castiel. “Ummm, Cas? What are you- Are you actually Cas?”
Castiel blinks owlishly back at him, blue eyes wide and surrounded by thick, dark, very female lashes.
Dean nudges Sam with his elbow to get him to stop staring, open-mouthed at the angel. “Cas?” he asks again.
Castiel tilts his head to the side and blinks some more.
Dean holds a hand in front of his eyes. “Okay, that is definitely Cas.”
When he doesn't hear a response, he looks up to see Sam staring agog at Castiel's now-ample cleavage. Dean smacks him upside the head. “Dude, he's an angel!”
Sam blushes and turns around. “I'm leaving. You deal with this shit Dean.”
Dean blindly flails a hand after Sam, trying to snag his brother as he leaves. “No! Don't! You can't leave me to deal with this on my ow-” But the slam of the motel door cuts him off.
“Fuck...”
Cas walks up to Dean and places a hand on Dean's chest, dragging it down towards his crotch. “Now that we are alone,” he says in his usual monotone.
Dean makes an odd whimpering noise and hops backwards to keep himself out of reach of Cas's grabby hands.
“Cas, what the fuck do you think you're doing?”
Castiel's hands retreat and he takes a moment to stare uncomprehendingly at Dean. “You must choose the side of Heaven.”
Castiel again makes a play to grab Dean's junk.
“What!? What the hell does my choice have to do with-” he makes a frustrated noise and gestures wildly to Castiel's new form, “This!”
Castiel gives a put-upon sigh and sits heavily down on Sam's bed. “I am to seduce you.”
Dean holds his hands up, eyes wide and eyebrows arched incredulously. “WHY!?”
Castiel rolls his eyes. “I am to be your incentive Dean. Obviously.”
“So you possessed my favourite porn star?”
“So I possessed your favourite porn star,” he confirms.
Dean frowns. “Oh. Well, as much as I appreciate that, I appreciate her more out there... You know, making porn.”
Castiel frowns, and there is a flutter of wings as he disappears. Dean thinks that maybe he got the point across when Castiel is suddenly back in the room, still in the body of Dean's favourite Busty Asian Beauty and looking annoyed. “Uriel says that I did not use enough seduction techniques.”
“Urie-” Dean starts in anger, until Castiel storms forward and cuts him off with a finger to his lips.
Cas, what-” But Castiel cuts him off again, this time by crawling up onto the bed and giving Dean a great view of his - her, dammit - ass. The angel pauses halfway, looking coyly over his/her shoulder, and licking his lips.
Dean could maybe get into this.
“Put it in me big boy,” Cas says, his voice like that of a bored schoolteacher.
Dean blanches and storms out the door, slamming it behind him.
As Castiel flops down on the bed, a confused look written on his face, Uriel appears in the room.
“Where did I go wrong?” Castiel ponders, looking at his old friend.
Uriel shrugs his big shoulders. “The mud monkey is more complex than I thought. We will have to double our efforts. Let us do more research.”
Castiel nods. “You are wise, Uriel.”
And with that, Castiel and Uriel settle together on Dean's bed to watch some porn.
Fandom(s): Supernatural
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 574
Warnings: crack!fic, attempted seduction
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Castiel needs Dean to choose heaven, by any means.
Dean stares at Castiel. “Ummm, Cas? What are you- Are you actually Cas?”
Castiel blinks owlishly back at him, blue eyes wide and surrounded by thick, dark, very female lashes.
Dean nudges Sam with his elbow to get him to stop staring, open-mouthed at the angel. “Cas?” he asks again.
Castiel tilts his head to the side and blinks some more.
Dean holds a hand in front of his eyes. “Okay, that is definitely Cas.”
When he doesn't hear a response, he looks up to see Sam staring agog at Castiel's now-ample cleavage. Dean smacks him upside the head. “Dude, he's an angel!”
Sam blushes and turns around. “I'm leaving. You deal with this shit Dean.”
Dean blindly flails a hand after Sam, trying to snag his brother as he leaves. “No! Don't! You can't leave me to deal with this on my ow-” But the slam of the motel door cuts him off.
“Fuck...”
Cas walks up to Dean and places a hand on Dean's chest, dragging it down towards his crotch. “Now that we are alone,” he says in his usual monotone.
Dean makes an odd whimpering noise and hops backwards to keep himself out of reach of Cas's grabby hands.
“Cas, what the fuck do you think you're doing?”
Castiel's hands retreat and he takes a moment to stare uncomprehendingly at Dean. “You must choose the side of Heaven.”
Castiel again makes a play to grab Dean's junk.
“What!? What the hell does my choice have to do with-” he makes a frustrated noise and gestures wildly to Castiel's new form, “This!”
Castiel gives a put-upon sigh and sits heavily down on Sam's bed. “I am to seduce you.”
Dean holds his hands up, eyes wide and eyebrows arched incredulously. “WHY!?”
Castiel rolls his eyes. “I am to be your incentive Dean. Obviously.”
“So you possessed my favourite porn star?”
“So I possessed your favourite porn star,” he confirms.
Dean frowns. “Oh. Well, as much as I appreciate that, I appreciate her more out there... You know, making porn.”
Castiel frowns, and there is a flutter of wings as he disappears. Dean thinks that maybe he got the point across when Castiel is suddenly back in the room, still in the body of Dean's favourite Busty Asian Beauty and looking annoyed. “Uriel says that I did not use enough seduction techniques.”
“Urie-” Dean starts in anger, until Castiel storms forward and cuts him off with a finger to his lips.
Cas, what-” But Castiel cuts him off again, this time by crawling up onto the bed and giving Dean a great view of his - her, dammit - ass. The angel pauses halfway, looking coyly over his/her shoulder, and licking his lips.
Dean could maybe get into this.
“Put it in me big boy,” Cas says, his voice like that of a bored schoolteacher.
Dean blanches and storms out the door, slamming it behind him.
As Castiel flops down on the bed, a confused look written on his face, Uriel appears in the room.
“Where did I go wrong?” Castiel ponders, looking at his old friend.
Uriel shrugs his big shoulders. “The mud monkey is more complex than I thought. We will have to double our efforts. Let us do more research.”
Castiel nods. “You are wise, Uriel.”
And with that, Castiel and Uriel settle together on Dean's bed to watch some porn.