It had been bad enough that this girl had immediately started chatting up Castiel in the worst way. She'd been annoying before, asking a zillion questions about tricksters and witches and how they couldn't figure out which one was behind this job, and then Castiel had made one of his unannounced visits and the drool had been fairly hanging off her chin.
And then the witch had struck, and Dean had found himself in the middle of one of his dearest fantasies. But instead of going home to go fondle his brand-new boobs for a day, he had a damn witch to track down in this... extremely bouncy... body. And what was worse, she was still, STILL coming on to Cas. Only she was he.
"I can't-- I can't do this," Castiel was saying, pushing him/her away. Dean wondered if they had any idea he was watching. They'd wandered their own separate ways in the forest outside of town in search of the witch's nest. It wasn't Dean's fault he'd gotten turned around and ended up watching them from behind a tree like this. He wasn't intending to be nefarious.
"Come on," his voice was saying. Ugh, did he sound like this much of a sleaze when he was coming on to women? "I saw the way you look at him." Wait, what? "I know why you weren't paying any attention to me before." What? "Now you can have what you always wanted." WHATWHATWHAT!??
"You're not Dean," Castiel was saying. In a choking voice. Oh, God, had Cas been looking at him like that all the time and he'd never noticed?
"Details," the husky voice that was his own said, and then his lips were on Castiel's. And Dean himself was stuck on the outside looking in.
Was Cas really raising his arms to cup his face? Was he really pulling him closer, tugging him around the waist and sighing into the kiss?
What must that feel like? If he were in his own body, if it were really him, would Cas still want to...
...but yes, that's what he'd said.
Oh shit the shirts were coming off now, and Dean reached down in the usual habitual motion to avoid embarrassment when he'd gotten turned on. But girl's body. Nothing there to adjust. He wasn't hard. But hot shit, was he ever wet.
It had been bad enough that this girl had immediately started chatting up Castiel in the worst way. She'd been annoying before, asking a zillion questions about tricksters and witches and how they couldn't figure out which one was behind this job, and then Castiel had made one of his unannounced visits and the drool had been fairly hanging off her chin.
And then the witch had struck, and Dean had found himself in the middle of one of his dearest fantasies. But instead of going home to go fondle his brand-new boobs for a day, he had a damn witch to track down in this... extremely bouncy... body. And what was worse, she was still, STILL coming on to Cas. Only she was he.
"I can't-- I can't do this," Castiel was saying, pushing him/her away. Dean wondered if they had any idea he was watching. They'd wandered their own separate ways in the forest outside of town in search of the witch's nest. It wasn't Dean's fault he'd gotten turned around and ended up watching them from behind a tree like this. He wasn't intending to be nefarious.
"Come on," his voice was saying. Ugh, did he sound like this much of a sleaze when he was coming on to women? "I saw the way you look at him." Wait, what? "I know why you weren't paying any attention to me before." What? "Now you can have what you always wanted." WHATWHATWHAT!??
"You're not Dean," Castiel was saying. In a choking voice. Oh, God, had Cas been looking at him like that all the time and he'd never noticed?
"Details," the husky voice that was his own said, and then his lips were on Castiel's. And Dean himself was stuck on the outside looking in.
Was Cas really raising his arms to cup his face? Was he really pulling him closer, tugging him around the waist and sighing into the kiss?
What must that feel like? If he were in his own body, if it were really him, would Cas still want to...
...but yes, that's what he'd said.
Oh shit the shirts were coming off now, and Dean reached down in the usual habitual motion to avoid embarrassment when he'd gotten turned on. But girl's body. Nothing there to adjust. He wasn't hard. But hot shit, was he ever wet.
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OMG YOU DID IT!!! IT'S BRILLIANT! YAYAYAYAYAY!!! I CAN'T STOP CAPSLOCKING! OR EXCLAIMING!!
THERE'S NOT A SINGLE THING ABOUT THIS THAT I DON'T LOVE. LOVE!!
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