Buttons
Title: Buttons
Rating: PG
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: Know who Castiel is and you should be good
Warnings: no beta. This isn't my best fic, but I still like it!
Word Count: 331
Summary: Castiel doesn't know how to unbutton his shirt.
Author's note: This idea came from a conversation with my bffl!
Castiel stood by the motel bed, trench coat and jacket coach, lying on the bed behind him. "Dean?"
Dean looked up from his newspaper, "Yeah, Cas?"
Castiel looked over to Dean, a confused look on his face, "How do I undo these buttons?"
Dean placed his newspaper on the table in front of him. "Wait, are you telling me you don't know how to undo buttons?"
Castiel tilted his head slightly. "I have never had the need to."
Dean sighed as he stood up and started walking over to where Castiel stood. "Fine, move your hands."
Castiel did as he was told and moved his hands so that they rested at his side. Dean moved so he was less than am arm length away from Castiel. Dean looked down at the collar of Castiel's shirt. Castiel followed Dean's lead, resting his forehead against Dean's. Dean took a deep breath, he was use to Castiel being this close, but they never touched so intimately before. "Dean?" Castiel's voice shook Dean out of his thoughts.
"Yeah." Dean moved his hands up to the first button on Castiel's shirt and popped the button. "See Cas. Just like that." Dean slowly undid the next few buttons, stopping when half of the buttons were unbuttoned. Dean dropped his hands to his side. "Okay, you're turn Cas."
Castiel nodded, moving Dean's head with his, their lips brushing as Castiel moves their heads up.
Castiel started to move his hands, "Cas, wait." Dean placed his hands on Castiel's wrists. Castiel just looked at Dean, not wanting to move. Dean moved their heads up again, so that their lips were barely touching. Dean stared into Castiel's blue eyes, Castiel stared into Dean's green eyes. Dean closed his eyes and lightly placed a kiss on Castiel's lips. Dean pulled away a few seconds later, but still kept his forehead touching Castiel's.
Castiel smiled as he closed the distance between himself and Dean again. "Dean, what would you do if I asked you to help take off my pants?"
Rating: PG
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: Know who Castiel is and you should be good
Warnings: no beta. This isn't my best fic, but I still like it!
Word Count: 331
Summary: Castiel doesn't know how to unbutton his shirt.
Author's note: This idea came from a conversation with my bffl!
Castiel stood by the motel bed, trench coat and jacket coach, lying on the bed behind him. "Dean?"
Dean looked up from his newspaper, "Yeah, Cas?"
Castiel looked over to Dean, a confused look on his face, "How do I undo these buttons?"
Dean placed his newspaper on the table in front of him. "Wait, are you telling me you don't know how to undo buttons?"
Castiel tilted his head slightly. "I have never had the need to."
Dean sighed as he stood up and started walking over to where Castiel stood. "Fine, move your hands."
Castiel did as he was told and moved his hands so that they rested at his side. Dean moved so he was less than am arm length away from Castiel. Dean looked down at the collar of Castiel's shirt. Castiel followed Dean's lead, resting his forehead against Dean's. Dean took a deep breath, he was use to Castiel being this close, but they never touched so intimately before. "Dean?" Castiel's voice shook Dean out of his thoughts.
"Yeah." Dean moved his hands up to the first button on Castiel's shirt and popped the button. "See Cas. Just like that." Dean slowly undid the next few buttons, stopping when half of the buttons were unbuttoned. Dean dropped his hands to his side. "Okay, you're turn Cas."
Castiel nodded, moving Dean's head with his, their lips brushing as Castiel moves their heads up.
Castiel started to move his hands, "Cas, wait." Dean placed his hands on Castiel's wrists. Castiel just looked at Dean, not wanting to move. Dean moved their heads up again, so that their lips were barely touching. Dean stared into Castiel's blue eyes, Castiel stared into Dean's green eyes. Dean closed his eyes and lightly placed a kiss on Castiel's lips. Dean pulled away a few seconds later, but still kept his forehead touching Castiel's.
Castiel smiled as he closed the distance between himself and Dean again. "Dean, what would you do if I asked you to help take off my pants?"