Re: Request: Dean/Cas or Jensen/Misha - accidental kissesblue_fjordsMay 30 2010, 14:05:37 UTC
The Dean/Cas version, set late season five:
Not even THIS is going to turn me off pizza. Flour formed drifts across the kitchen floor, sprinkled liberally with both tomato sauce and blood. The fire was finally dying in the huge domed oven, and the smell of a meat other than pepperoni caused Dean to wrinkle his nose. Well, maybe for a week.
Sam poked his head into the kitchen. "No corpses left in the restaurant. What about back here?"
Dean jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "Just Papa John over there. His head's still on fire, though."
"Great." Sam glanced around at the blood-spattered walls. Several smears were definitely sigils of some kind. "I'm just going to tell myself that's sauce."
Dean grunted in agreement. "The cheese is still good. Want some?" He reached into a bowl on the counter and pinched together a generous amount of mozzarella.
Sam gave him a disgusted look. "Dude, it probably has brain splatter on it. I'm going back out there. Call Cas; see if he knows these symbols."
The kitchen door closed behind him, and Dean turned back to the cheese, frowning. It did taste a little funny. The air changed slightly.
"Dean."
"Hey, Cas, I'm glad you're here," Dean said, turning around. He took a step towards the angel and the entire floor seemed to slide under him. "Oh, fuck!" he swore, arms windmilling and feet scrambling for purchase through slick olive oil.
Cas stood there watching him, head tilted, puzzled expression on his face.
"A little help here!" Dean gritted out.
"Of course, Dean," Cas said, coming forward and holding out his arms to stop Dean's forward momentum. Dean promptly crashed into him, knocking them both to the ground, Dean's head falling forward and his lips landing with a loud smack on Cas's lips.
Dean jerked back as if burned. "Shit, sorry, let me-" He tried standing up, but his hands were tangled in the trench coat and his feet were slipping in the damn olive oil. "I didn't mean..." He got one knee under him, and felt his face burn, as it was lodged quite snugly against Cas's crotch. "Sorry," he mumbled, tried moving it, and fell flat onto Cas's body again. "Fuck."
"Dean." He couldn't stop staring at Cas's lips. I just fucking kissed those!
"Dean," Cas said again, and Dean definitely wasn't imagining the rough tone, or the way Cas's hand came up and circled his neck. Dean stared, fascinated, as Cas's face moved closer, and then their lips were pressed together again.
Cas kissed like he'd read a manual on how to do it and wanted to practice each technique. He licked along the corners of Dean's lips, nibbled softly at Dean's bottom lip and then his mouth opened and his tongue darted out, forcing Dean's lips open. Dean couldn't stop the moan from escaping, and Cas surged up, his free arm circling Dean's waist and pulling him firmly against his body. Dean ground down into him, and smiled into the kiss at the noise Cas made in response. His own fingers struggled to pull up Cas's shirt, to feel skin as his tongue tangled with Cas's. He was running out of air, but had never felt more alive.
"Hey, did Cas get here yet?" The door banged open and Dean froze, pressed full-length against the angel on the messy floor, Cas's tongue halfway down his throat.
Sam's footsteps came nearer. "Um. I'll leave you to it, then."
Dean heard the door close again. Cas kissed him again, gentler, and looked up at him with a smile in his eyes. "What are we being left to?"
Re: Request: Dean/Cas or Jensen/Misha - accidental kissesdarksilvercatMay 31 2010, 10:08:38 UTC
Ahahahaha, OMG, I love this. The mental image of Dean scrabbling about in all that mess trying to get away from Cas only to end up in yet another compromising position... ♥
Not even THIS is going to turn me off pizza. Flour formed drifts across the kitchen floor, sprinkled liberally with both tomato sauce and blood. The fire was finally dying in the huge domed oven, and the smell of a meat other than pepperoni caused Dean to wrinkle his nose. Well, maybe for a week.
Sam poked his head into the kitchen. "No corpses left in the restaurant. What about back here?"
Dean jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "Just Papa John over there. His head's still on fire, though."
"Great." Sam glanced around at the blood-spattered walls. Several smears were definitely sigils of some kind. "I'm just going to tell myself that's sauce."
Dean grunted in agreement. "The cheese is still good. Want some?" He reached into a bowl on the counter and pinched together a generous amount of mozzarella.
Sam gave him a disgusted look. "Dude, it probably has brain splatter on it. I'm going back out there. Call Cas; see if he knows these symbols."
The kitchen door closed behind him, and Dean turned back to the cheese, frowning. It did taste a little funny. The air changed slightly.
"Dean."
"Hey, Cas, I'm glad you're here," Dean said, turning around. He took a step towards the angel and the entire floor seemed to slide under him. "Oh, fuck!" he swore, arms windmilling and feet scrambling for purchase through slick olive oil.
Cas stood there watching him, head tilted, puzzled expression on his face.
"A little help here!" Dean gritted out.
"Of course, Dean," Cas said, coming forward and holding out his arms to stop Dean's forward momentum. Dean promptly crashed into him, knocking them both to the ground, Dean's head falling forward and his lips landing with a loud smack on Cas's lips.
Dean jerked back as if burned. "Shit, sorry, let me-" He tried standing up, but his hands were tangled in the trench coat and his feet were slipping in the damn olive oil. "I didn't mean..." He got one knee under him, and felt his face burn, as it was lodged quite snugly against Cas's crotch. "Sorry," he mumbled, tried moving it, and fell flat onto Cas's body again. "Fuck."
"Dean." He couldn't stop staring at Cas's lips. I just fucking kissed those!
"Dean," Cas said again, and Dean definitely wasn't imagining the rough tone, or the way Cas's hand came up and circled his neck. Dean stared, fascinated, as Cas's face moved closer, and then their lips were pressed together again.
Cas kissed like he'd read a manual on how to do it and wanted to practice each technique. He licked along the corners of Dean's lips, nibbled softly at Dean's bottom lip and then his mouth opened and his tongue darted out, forcing Dean's lips open. Dean couldn't stop the moan from escaping, and Cas surged up, his free arm circling Dean's waist and pulling him firmly against his body. Dean ground down into him, and smiled into the kiss at the noise Cas made in response. His own fingers struggled to pull up Cas's shirt, to feel skin as his tongue tangled with Cas's. He was running out of air, but had never felt more alive.
"Hey, did Cas get here yet?" The door banged open and Dean froze, pressed full-length against the angel on the messy floor, Cas's tongue halfway down his throat.
Sam's footsteps came nearer. "Um. I'll leave you to it, then."
Dean heard the door close again. Cas kissed him again, gentler, and looked up at him with a smile in his eyes. "What are we being left to?"
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Thank you!
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Hot, messy 'n' sweet !
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