Re: request: dean/castiel (Part 2/2)blue_fjordsMay 31 2010, 11:14:43 UTC
“You haven’t been sleeping,” Cas replies. He stands up and begins to shrug out of his trench coat.
“No shit, I haven’t been sleeping. Where the hell have you been? Three months and you don’t even call?” He tries to keep the bitterness from his voice, really he does.
Cas gives him a level look. “Heaven was not going to sort itself out on its own, Dean.” His suit coat joins the trench in a neat pile on the floor, then the tie, then his shoes and socks.
“What’s up with the strip tease?” He’s never seen Cas naked, not all the way. Everything between them was frantic groping in the backseat of the Impala, or hurried grinding and thrusting against alley walls, or on rare occasions, Cas pressed against him in a motel bed, fucking him until he couldn’t see the pillow beneath him, let alone anything else. He shivers now, wondering if it will be one of those times. And then Cas would leave again, the moment it was over.
“I’m going to help you sleep,” Cas says, undoing his belt and pushing his pants down and off. He folds them awkwardly and adds them to the pile, and then starts on his buttons.
“You’re going to fuck me to sleep? There are women and children here, Cas,” he says, attempting a smile. He fails.
“No, I don’t think that will work just yet,” Cas answers, and adds the shirt to the rest of his clothes. “I have done some research. You need to ‘scoot’ over and we shall cuddle.” He pulls up a corner of the quilt.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Cuddle? That’s your answer? What about, ‘Hey, Dean, let’s get Sam out of Hell?’ or ‘Hey, Dean, I missed you, how bout we fuck?’ or ‘Hey, Dean, the Apocalypse is over, let’s go out for pie?’” Dean yanks back at the quilt. Cas frowns at him.
“I’m not leaving after we cuddle,” he says. “We can do all those things, but you need to sleep first. Your body demands it.”
Dean freezes. “Wait. Go back. We can do all those things?”
Cas reaches over and gently tugs the quilt from his grasp and slides under it. Dean has no choice but to scoot back and let him in. “Dean. Sam told you not to try to get him out. He made no restrictions on me.”
Dean can’t help himself, he surges forward and wraps Cas into a full body hug and presses an open-mouthed kiss against Cas’s lips. Cas kisses him back, that blend of forceful and gentle that makes him unique in Dean’s experience, and Dean feels himself beginning to melt against his body. Cas makes a happy little noise and Dean pulls back.
“What?” He pulls Cas closer, rests his head on Cas’s shoulder. “What is it?”
“I believe this qualifies as cuddling,” Cas says, and rubs his back.
Dean would laugh, but he’s already falling asleep, wrapped firmly in the cocoon of Cas’s arms and legs and a purple fluffy quilt.
Re: request: dean/castiel (Part 2/2)harper47May 31 2010, 11:25:58 UTC
Aww, I loved this. If I have to have Lisa in Dean's life, this is the way I want it. Barely there. And cuddling is always, always my fave in a fic. That and sleeping all snuggled up.
“No shit, I haven’t been sleeping. Where the hell have you been? Three months and you don’t even call?” He tries to keep the bitterness from his voice, really he does.
Cas gives him a level look. “Heaven was not going to sort itself out on its own, Dean.” His suit coat joins the trench in a neat pile on the floor, then the tie, then his shoes and socks.
“What’s up with the strip tease?” He’s never seen Cas naked, not all the way. Everything between them was frantic groping in the backseat of the Impala, or hurried grinding and thrusting against alley walls, or on rare occasions, Cas pressed against him in a motel bed, fucking him until he couldn’t see the pillow beneath him, let alone anything else. He shivers now, wondering if it will be one of those times. And then Cas would leave again, the moment it was over.
“I’m going to help you sleep,” Cas says, undoing his belt and pushing his pants down and off. He folds them awkwardly and adds them to the pile, and then starts on his buttons.
“You’re going to fuck me to sleep? There are women and children here, Cas,” he says, attempting a smile. He fails.
“No, I don’t think that will work just yet,” Cas answers, and adds the shirt to the rest of his clothes. “I have done some research. You need to ‘scoot’ over and we shall cuddle.” He pulls up a corner of the quilt.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Cuddle? That’s your answer? What about, ‘Hey, Dean, let’s get Sam out of Hell?’ or ‘Hey, Dean, I missed you, how bout we fuck?’ or ‘Hey, Dean, the Apocalypse is over, let’s go out for pie?’” Dean yanks back at the quilt. Cas frowns at him.
“I’m not leaving after we cuddle,” he says. “We can do all those things, but you need to sleep first. Your body demands it.”
Dean freezes. “Wait. Go back. We can do all those things?”
Cas reaches over and gently tugs the quilt from his grasp and slides under it. Dean has no choice but to scoot back and let him in. “Dean. Sam told you not to try to get him out. He made no restrictions on me.”
Dean can’t help himself, he surges forward and wraps Cas into a full body hug and presses an open-mouthed kiss against Cas’s lips. Cas kisses him back, that blend of forceful and gentle that makes him unique in Dean’s experience, and Dean feels himself beginning to melt against his body. Cas makes a happy little noise and Dean pulls back.
“What?” He pulls Cas closer, rests his head on Cas’s shoulder. “What is it?”
“I believe this qualifies as cuddling,” Cas says, and rubs his back.
Dean would laugh, but he’s already falling asleep, wrapped firmly in the cocoon of Cas’s arms and legs and a purple fluffy quilt.
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This. Made. Me. Die. In a good way.
Oh, this was just absolutely perfect. ♥
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Great little fic! Yay for Cas cuddling (and the research he did on the subject).
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