The Ultimate Taste Test [Dean/Cas]
Title: The Ultimate Taste Test
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG-13
Length: 770 words
Summary: Newly human, Castiel is experiencing a whole range of different foods.
Dean slides the plates towards Cas and then sits back with an excited grin on his face.
Cas looks down at it, frowning.
“Go on,” he says. “It won’t bite.”
Cas picks up one of the cupcakes - the one with yellow icing - and takes a small bite. He chews it slowly, and then pauses, looks down at it.
“Oh,” he says.
There’s a pause. “Oh?” Dean says. “Is that a good ‘oh’, or a bad ‘oh’?”
He puts it down unfinished on the plate and Dean sighs.
“That’s no points to you,” Sam says, smirking as he writes down the score on a small notepad.
“Shit,” Dean says, pulling the plate towards him and stuffing an entire cupcake into his mouth. Around it he says, “What are the standings?”
Sam grimaces as Dean brushes the crumbs down from the front of his t-shirt before he answers. “Uh - four likes for savoury, still four for sweet.”
“Oh, shit,” Dean says again, shaking his head. He sighs and looks at Cas. “We were so close to winning.”
“I much preferred the potato chips,” Cas says, and Sam laughs.
Dean throws his arms up in the air and leaves the room to look for a beer.
*
The next day, it’s Sam’s turn to try and take it to five likes of savoury, which would mean a win. Dean sits anxious as he watches Cas cut a piece of the weird quiche Sam has bought.
They watch in tense silence as Cas takes a bite and slowly begins to chew it. He grimaces and Dean claps.
“Hah, yes!”
Sam grumbles under his breath and scribbles on his notepad.
“Not pleasant,” Cas offers.
Dean laughs again and tells them he’s going food shopping.
*
If Dean wants to win this thing, he’s got to get it right. He’s tried pie (which was a success), chocolate (obviously successful), strawberries (successful, but Sam revoked the point, saying they didn’t count), doughnuts (success) and cupcakes (not so successful).
He’s standing in the tiny bakery in town trying to decide his next plan of attack. He wants something that nobody can refuse, something that even Sam would eat. Something fucking delicious.
And there, at the end of the refridgerator he’s staring at, he sees it. He grins and starts getting his money out.
*
“This is it,” Dean says the next day, when they’re crowded around Cas. “Your time to shine, feathers.”
“But - be honest,” Sam says. “You don’t have to lie for Dean’s sake.”
“Come on, Cas, it’s a fucking chocolate éclair,” he says, nudging the plate a little closer. “From a bakery. Take a bite and tell us what you think.”
Cas picks up the éclair and slowly brings it up to his mouth. He takes a bite, close his eyes, and then moans.
“Holy shit,” Dean whispers, swallows hard.
Oblivious to Dean’s discomfort, Sam grumbles and notes it down in his notebook.
There’s cream along Cas’ bottom lip, chocolate smeared along his top one and his eyes are still closed. Dean continues to watch, feeling himself get hard in his jeans.
“I like this very much,” Cas says, opening his eyes and locking his gaze with Dean.
“I’m just going to go… out,” Sam says, standing up quickly and walking out of the room.
Dean barely spares him a glance before he’s standing up, walking around the other side of the table, and pulling Cas towards him, locking their lips together.
“Mmf - Dean,” Cas says, pulling away. “Don’t make me drop it.”
Dean takes the éclair from between his fingers, takes a bite, and then puts it back down on the plate. Cas wraps his arms around Dean’s waist and pulls him forward, locking their mouths together again.
Dean tries to pull away, wants to tell Cas to give him a chance at swallowing his food first, when Cas’ tongue is licking into his mouth and lapping up the whipped cream.
Dean pulls back to look accusingly at Cas, who’s looking innocently up at him.
“What was that?” Dean asks.
“I like it very much,” he repeats.
“Yeah, I get that, sweet tooth,” Dean says. “But you stole that from my mouth!”
Cas leans forward, presses a hot kiss against his lips, and says, “There are other places I can think of that that cream would look good. Other places I could… lick it off from.”
Dean grabs Cas’ hand tight in his, pulls him up and out of his seat for a kiss, and says, “Well come on, then, sweet tooth. Let’s see where we can put that whipped cream to good use.”
Cas follows him with a grin.
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Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG-13
Length: 770 words
Summary: Newly human, Castiel is experiencing a whole range of different foods.
Dean slides the plates towards Cas and then sits back with an excited grin on his face.
Cas looks down at it, frowning.
“Go on,” he says. “It won’t bite.”
Cas picks up one of the cupcakes - the one with yellow icing - and takes a small bite. He chews it slowly, and then pauses, looks down at it.
“Oh,” he says.
There’s a pause. “Oh?” Dean says. “Is that a good ‘oh’, or a bad ‘oh’?”
He puts it down unfinished on the plate and Dean sighs.
“That’s no points to you,” Sam says, smirking as he writes down the score on a small notepad.
“Shit,” Dean says, pulling the plate towards him and stuffing an entire cupcake into his mouth. Around it he says, “What are the standings?”
Sam grimaces as Dean brushes the crumbs down from the front of his t-shirt before he answers. “Uh - four likes for savoury, still four for sweet.”
“Oh, shit,” Dean says again, shaking his head. He sighs and looks at Cas. “We were so close to winning.”
“I much preferred the potato chips,” Cas says, and Sam laughs.
Dean throws his arms up in the air and leaves the room to look for a beer.
*
The next day, it’s Sam’s turn to try and take it to five likes of savoury, which would mean a win. Dean sits anxious as he watches Cas cut a piece of the weird quiche Sam has bought.
They watch in tense silence as Cas takes a bite and slowly begins to chew it. He grimaces and Dean claps.
“Hah, yes!”
Sam grumbles under his breath and scribbles on his notepad.
“Not pleasant,” Cas offers.
Dean laughs again and tells them he’s going food shopping.
*
If Dean wants to win this thing, he’s got to get it right. He’s tried pie (which was a success), chocolate (obviously successful), strawberries (successful, but Sam revoked the point, saying they didn’t count), doughnuts (success) and cupcakes (not so successful).
He’s standing in the tiny bakery in town trying to decide his next plan of attack. He wants something that nobody can refuse, something that even Sam would eat. Something fucking delicious.
And there, at the end of the refridgerator he’s staring at, he sees it. He grins and starts getting his money out.
*
“This is it,” Dean says the next day, when they’re crowded around Cas. “Your time to shine, feathers.”
“But - be honest,” Sam says. “You don’t have to lie for Dean’s sake.”
“Come on, Cas, it’s a fucking chocolate éclair,” he says, nudging the plate a little closer. “From a bakery. Take a bite and tell us what you think.”
Cas picks up the éclair and slowly brings it up to his mouth. He takes a bite, close his eyes, and then moans.
“Holy shit,” Dean whispers, swallows hard.
Oblivious to Dean’s discomfort, Sam grumbles and notes it down in his notebook.
There’s cream along Cas’ bottom lip, chocolate smeared along his top one and his eyes are still closed. Dean continues to watch, feeling himself get hard in his jeans.
“I like this very much,” Cas says, opening his eyes and locking his gaze with Dean.
“I’m just going to go… out,” Sam says, standing up quickly and walking out of the room.
Dean barely spares him a glance before he’s standing up, walking around the other side of the table, and pulling Cas towards him, locking their lips together.
“Mmf - Dean,” Cas says, pulling away. “Don’t make me drop it.”
Dean takes the éclair from between his fingers, takes a bite, and then puts it back down on the plate. Cas wraps his arms around Dean’s waist and pulls him forward, locking their mouths together again.
Dean tries to pull away, wants to tell Cas to give him a chance at swallowing his food first, when Cas’ tongue is licking into his mouth and lapping up the whipped cream.
Dean pulls back to look accusingly at Cas, who’s looking innocently up at him.
“What was that?” Dean asks.
“I like it very much,” he repeats.
“Yeah, I get that, sweet tooth,” Dean says. “But you stole that from my mouth!”
Cas leans forward, presses a hot kiss against his lips, and says, “There are other places I can think of that that cream would look good. Other places I could… lick it off from.”
Dean grabs Cas’ hand tight in his, pulls him up and out of his seat for a kiss, and says, “Well come on, then, sweet tooth. Let’s see where we can put that whipped cream to good use.”
Cas follows him with a grin.
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