A Shit-Ton of Dean/Cas Drabbles That I'm Too Lazy To Make Individual Posts For

[tasty_boots]

Title: Kiss Me 'Till You're Drunk
Author: tasty_boots
Rating: PG-13
Genre and/or Pairing: Spoilers: N/A
Warnings: None
Notes: This might be mildly OOC, but I wrote it late at night, and it is an AU.
Word Count: 483
Summary: Little AU Dean/Cas drabble prompted and based on the song Moves Like Jagger by Maroon 5.

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[mulder200]

Dude! You wrote prompts for two of my fave fandoms: Castle and Mercy Thompson! Yes! I love you!

Castiel sucks in as much air as he can, "Don't tell these assholes anything."

"I can't," Dean shakes his head and Alistair smiles and moves in closer, "I can't watch this anymore. I'm sorry." Dean faces Alistair, "The cops know, they know everything, okay. They know all about… me and your mom."

LOL!

And not bad for a rookie indeed!

Sam can't hold it in any longer and starts laughing so hard that he has trouble answering Dean when he asks him what's so funny, "You do- you do realize that the two of you basically just recited the lyrics to 'Baby It's Cold Outside' to each other, right?"

Dean and Cas glance awkwardly at each other before Dean blushes faintly and turns back to his notes, "Whatever. See you next week, Cas."

LOL! Awesome!

"How about… Romulus and Remus?"

"I am not naming my dog after a Harry Potter character."

"I don't understand that reference."

"Never mind. What else you got?"

"I- I think the smaller one just urinated on your shoe."

"…We should name that one Sam."

*snort*

Dean releases Cas's throat and surges up to claim his mouth. Castiel nips at Dean's lips, and, finally, Dean allows Cas to step away from the wall. Dean maneuvers them towards the couch, ripping off their clothing as he goes. A tiny part of Castiel's brain that isn't completely sex-addled takes a second to mourn the loss of his brand new shirt, but he forgets all about his damn clothes when Dean shoves him down on the couch and practically leaps on top of him.

Dean sits on top of Cas for a moment, simply taking in the sight before him. Castiel growls impatiently and leans up to lick at one of Dean's nipples. Dean groans, but pushes Castiel back down, draping himself across him. They're both too far gone to do much more than thrust and grind and paw, but it brings them to the edge in no time at all.

"Say it," Dean commands.

"Yours," Castiel pants, "I'm yours."

Dean bites down on Cas's shoulder, and Cas comes hard, Dean following close behind.

They lay still to catch their breaths, and Castiel can feel sleep tugging at him.

"Well."

Cas glances up and meets Dean's gaze for a moment. The other werewolf's eyes are back to their natural green hazel color.

"Sam probably isn't going to be happy about the couch," Dean says.

OMG! Yes! Claiming and marking for the win! That was so hot!

As for Sam? LOL!