Cabin In The Woods
Title: Cabin In The Woods
Author: xephwrites
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: R to be safe
Word Count: 1433
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: None
Summary: Castiel enjoys this easy life that he and Dean now share
Warnings: Schmoopy, skinny dipping, and hunting (of animals, not the hunting they do on the show)
Notes: This has been kicking around in my brain for quite a while, and I finally got it down! Hooray for having the stomach flu and not being able to move off the couch! >.<
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Castiel stepped out of the cabin into the cool morning air. He breathed in the scent of dirt, trees, the lake mingled with the two mugs of coffee he was holding. The sun was cresting over the tree line and the angel smiled. He made his way down the short steps that lead off the porch, following a rhythmic thumping sound. The sight that met him on the other side of the log cabin took his breath away.
Dean was shirtless, wearing a well-worn pair of jeans. The rising sun made the droplets of sweat clinging to his torso glisten. Dean placed a small log on the large stump and swung the ax, splitting the log in two. He rolls his shoulders before placing one of the halves on the stump and swings again. He glanced over his shoulder and smiled at Castiel.
“You really get off on this macho stuff, don’t you,” he said, swinging the ax so it stuck in the top of the stump. He walked over to the angel and took the mug he was holding out. He gave Castiel a kiss on the forehead before taking a sip.
“It’s not that,” the angel said into his mug. “It’s you. You seem at peace here, happy to have such a simple life.”
He watched as Dean took his plaid shirt from the pile of already split logs and wiped the sweat from his face. Okay, maybe there was a little bit of joy in the overly masculine role Dean has slipped into out here.
“Think I’ve got a good amount cut for the next few weeks?” Dean asked, slipping his arm around the angel’s waist. Castiel leaned into the hunter.
“You could always cut some more,” he said, relaxing into the casual embrace. Dean chuckled.
“You just want to watch me cut more wood.”
Cas shrugged noncommittally, smiling. Dean drank more of his coffee. They stood in silence, looking out over the lake. It was not unlike the one that Cas had visited in Dean’s dream. And out here was the first time the angel had seen Dean smile, a real smile, in a very long time.
Castiel drained his coffee cup and looked at Dean. He had a perfect expression of peace on his face, sipping his coffee. A mourning dove above them cooed.
“Pancakes?” Castiel whispered. Dean looked over at him, his green eyes sparkling.
“Sounds good.”
With their arms around each other, they made their way back to the cabin.
Castiel had become quite good at cooking. This morning, he was using the boxed mix that only needs an egg and water, but that doesn’t really matter. Dean loved any food that Castiel cooked, and the angel was happy with that.
“Did you check your traps this morning?” Castiel asked as he began pouring out the second batch of pancakes. Dean fixed both of them another coffee.
“Got a hare. It’s hanging in the shed right now.” Dean took a long drink from his coffee.
“Want it for dinner tonight or tomorrow?” Castiel asked, nudging the pancakes with a spatula. “You know the rules.” Dean chuckled.
“Yeah, yeah. If I kill it, I have to skin it and gut it before you’ll cook it.” Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel’s waist and tucked his face into the angel’s neck. “Cause you get all grossed out by that stuff.” Castiel lightly smacked Dean on the top of the head with the spatula, laughing.
“Just go set the table,” Castiel said, nudging Dean in the ribs with his elbow. Dean placed a kiss on Castiel’s neck before pulling away.
A few minutes later, they were sitting at the small kitchen table, enjoying their breakfast. Dean reached for his third helping of freshly picked blueberries from the bowl between them.
“Thinking about getting a deer today,” Dean said, wiping at a spot of maple syrup on his chin. “We’re running low on meat.” Castiel nodded in agreement.
“Want to come with me?” Dean asked. Castiel shook his head.
“Not really,” he said, piling the dirty dishes before standing. “I’ve got a garden to weed.” Dean nodded and pushed away from the table. He leaned down and kissed his lover on the cheek.
“Where’s my bow?” He asked, walking out of the kitchen. Castiel smiled and shook his head.
“It’s on the wall in the den, where it always is,” he said with a laugh.
Two hours after their quiet breakfast, Castiel was kneeling in freshly tilled dirt, pulling at weeds. He had a row of strawberry bushes, some raspberry bushes, and rows upon rows of various vegetables. Dean had teased him when he started the garden, but didn’t complain when a strawberry rhubarb pie was placed in front of him.
Dean had his hunting, his cottage upkeep and some furniture making to keep him happy, Castiel had his garden and cooking. It worked well for them.
He heard the sound of someone stomping through the brush behind him. He slowly turned around and saw Dean emerge from the woods.
That macho thing that Castiel kinda enjoyed? Right now he really enjoyed it.
Dean had the bow hanging from one hand and his quiver slung across his back. Across his broad shoulders was a young buck.
Dean flashed a brilliant smile and motioned with his head to Dean’s shed. Castiel brushed the dirt off of himself and stood. He matched Dean’s pace and reached the shed at the same time. He threw the latch and held the door open. Dean hauled the deer inside. Castiel tried to ignore the interest growing in his pants.
“Give me a few minutes, gotta string it up,” Dean said, turning on the overhead light. Dean carefully laid the carcass down and gave his lover a wink.
Weeding the garden could wait.
Back in the cabin, Castiel scrubbed away the dirt and changed into a pair of cotton pajama pants. Cas couldn’t help but think about his lover and what he wanted this afternoon.
Castiel wandered into the kitchen, hoping to surprise Dean when he heard a loud whooping noise and a splash. He looked outside to see Dean’s head breaking water. Castiel smiled as he noticed the trail of clothing along the path.
Walking down the path, Castiel removed his own clothes. He stood at the end of the dock. Dean was treading water ten feet away.
“Water’s beautiful,” he said as he pushed a small wave towards the dock. Castiel took a deep breath and dove in. The water was nice, as Dean promised. Castiel surfaced and began to tread water. He looked around for Dean.
A hand under the water wrapped around Castiel’s half hard dick. Castiel’s moan echoed throughout the lake. Dean surfaced with a smirk, still stroking his lover. Castiel wrapped his legs around Dean and moved his arms, trying to push them back towards the dock. Dean gave a few kicks of his legs to help them along.
Dean’s shoulders pressed against the wood dock. His arms came out of the water to brace himself. Castiel leaned forward, claiming his lips in a desperate, heated kiss. Dean’s hips moved, bringing their cocks together in the water. They moaned into each other’s mouths and moved faster.
The friction was so much better in the water as they found the perfect rhythm. Castiel made a soft whining sound, knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Come on, Cas,” Dean panted as he rocked his hips a little harder. The noise Castiel made was louder as he leaned forward and bit down on Dean’s collar bone.
“Love you, Dean,” Castiel choked out before his body went rigid. He shuddered and made a small noise before slumping forward. One of his hands snaked back under the water and wrapped around Dean. He gave the twist of the wrist at the base and the light squeeze just under the head that he knows Dean loves so much.
“Fuck,” Dean panted as he bucked into Castiel’s hand erratically. Castiel gave a soft chuckle before kissing Dean softly.
They stayed floating in the water wrapped around each other for so long, the sun started to touch the treetops. It didn’t matter to the lovers in the water.
“Did you think that you’d be this happy here?” Castiel asked as he hugged Dean tighter.
“It’s much better than the last time I was here, that’s for sure.” Dean placed a kiss on the top of his lover’s head. “In fact, it’s perfect.”
“I told you that Heaven was the perfect place.” Castiel whispered against Dean’s neck.
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Comments are welcomed and adored!!!
Author: xephwrites
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: R to be safe
Word Count: 1433
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: None
Summary: Castiel enjoys this easy life that he and Dean now share
Warnings: Schmoopy, skinny dipping, and hunting (of animals, not the hunting they do on the show)
Notes: This has been kicking around in my brain for quite a while, and I finally got it down! Hooray for having the stomach flu and not being able to move off the couch! >.<
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Castiel stepped out of the cabin into the cool morning air. He breathed in the scent of dirt, trees, the lake mingled with the two mugs of coffee he was holding. The sun was cresting over the tree line and the angel smiled. He made his way down the short steps that lead off the porch, following a rhythmic thumping sound. The sight that met him on the other side of the log cabin took his breath away.
Dean was shirtless, wearing a well-worn pair of jeans. The rising sun made the droplets of sweat clinging to his torso glisten. Dean placed a small log on the large stump and swung the ax, splitting the log in two. He rolls his shoulders before placing one of the halves on the stump and swings again. He glanced over his shoulder and smiled at Castiel.
“You really get off on this macho stuff, don’t you,” he said, swinging the ax so it stuck in the top of the stump. He walked over to the angel and took the mug he was holding out. He gave Castiel a kiss on the forehead before taking a sip.
“It’s not that,” the angel said into his mug. “It’s you. You seem at peace here, happy to have such a simple life.”
He watched as Dean took his plaid shirt from the pile of already split logs and wiped the sweat from his face. Okay, maybe there was a little bit of joy in the overly masculine role Dean has slipped into out here.
“Think I’ve got a good amount cut for the next few weeks?” Dean asked, slipping his arm around the angel’s waist. Castiel leaned into the hunter.
“You could always cut some more,” he said, relaxing into the casual embrace. Dean chuckled.
“You just want to watch me cut more wood.”
Cas shrugged noncommittally, smiling. Dean drank more of his coffee. They stood in silence, looking out over the lake. It was not unlike the one that Cas had visited in Dean’s dream. And out here was the first time the angel had seen Dean smile, a real smile, in a very long time.
Castiel drained his coffee cup and looked at Dean. He had a perfect expression of peace on his face, sipping his coffee. A mourning dove above them cooed.
“Pancakes?” Castiel whispered. Dean looked over at him, his green eyes sparkling.
“Sounds good.”
With their arms around each other, they made their way back to the cabin.
Castiel had become quite good at cooking. This morning, he was using the boxed mix that only needs an egg and water, but that doesn’t really matter. Dean loved any food that Castiel cooked, and the angel was happy with that.
“Did you check your traps this morning?” Castiel asked as he began pouring out the second batch of pancakes. Dean fixed both of them another coffee.
“Got a hare. It’s hanging in the shed right now.” Dean took a long drink from his coffee.
“Want it for dinner tonight or tomorrow?” Castiel asked, nudging the pancakes with a spatula. “You know the rules.” Dean chuckled.
“Yeah, yeah. If I kill it, I have to skin it and gut it before you’ll cook it.” Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel’s waist and tucked his face into the angel’s neck. “Cause you get all grossed out by that stuff.” Castiel lightly smacked Dean on the top of the head with the spatula, laughing.
“Just go set the table,” Castiel said, nudging Dean in the ribs with his elbow. Dean placed a kiss on Castiel’s neck before pulling away.
A few minutes later, they were sitting at the small kitchen table, enjoying their breakfast. Dean reached for his third helping of freshly picked blueberries from the bowl between them.
“Thinking about getting a deer today,” Dean said, wiping at a spot of maple syrup on his chin. “We’re running low on meat.” Castiel nodded in agreement.
“Want to come with me?” Dean asked. Castiel shook his head.
“Not really,” he said, piling the dirty dishes before standing. “I’ve got a garden to weed.” Dean nodded and pushed away from the table. He leaned down and kissed his lover on the cheek.
“Where’s my bow?” He asked, walking out of the kitchen. Castiel smiled and shook his head.
“It’s on the wall in the den, where it always is,” he said with a laugh.
Two hours after their quiet breakfast, Castiel was kneeling in freshly tilled dirt, pulling at weeds. He had a row of strawberry bushes, some raspberry bushes, and rows upon rows of various vegetables. Dean had teased him when he started the garden, but didn’t complain when a strawberry rhubarb pie was placed in front of him.
Dean had his hunting, his cottage upkeep and some furniture making to keep him happy, Castiel had his garden and cooking. It worked well for them.
He heard the sound of someone stomping through the brush behind him. He slowly turned around and saw Dean emerge from the woods.
That macho thing that Castiel kinda enjoyed? Right now he really enjoyed it.
Dean had the bow hanging from one hand and his quiver slung across his back. Across his broad shoulders was a young buck.
Dean flashed a brilliant smile and motioned with his head to Dean’s shed. Castiel brushed the dirt off of himself and stood. He matched Dean’s pace and reached the shed at the same time. He threw the latch and held the door open. Dean hauled the deer inside. Castiel tried to ignore the interest growing in his pants.
“Give me a few minutes, gotta string it up,” Dean said, turning on the overhead light. Dean carefully laid the carcass down and gave his lover a wink.
Weeding the garden could wait.
Back in the cabin, Castiel scrubbed away the dirt and changed into a pair of cotton pajama pants. Cas couldn’t help but think about his lover and what he wanted this afternoon.
Castiel wandered into the kitchen, hoping to surprise Dean when he heard a loud whooping noise and a splash. He looked outside to see Dean’s head breaking water. Castiel smiled as he noticed the trail of clothing along the path.
Walking down the path, Castiel removed his own clothes. He stood at the end of the dock. Dean was treading water ten feet away.
“Water’s beautiful,” he said as he pushed a small wave towards the dock. Castiel took a deep breath and dove in. The water was nice, as Dean promised. Castiel surfaced and began to tread water. He looked around for Dean.
A hand under the water wrapped around Castiel’s half hard dick. Castiel’s moan echoed throughout the lake. Dean surfaced with a smirk, still stroking his lover. Castiel wrapped his legs around Dean and moved his arms, trying to push them back towards the dock. Dean gave a few kicks of his legs to help them along.
Dean’s shoulders pressed against the wood dock. His arms came out of the water to brace himself. Castiel leaned forward, claiming his lips in a desperate, heated kiss. Dean’s hips moved, bringing their cocks together in the water. They moaned into each other’s mouths and moved faster.
The friction was so much better in the water as they found the perfect rhythm. Castiel made a soft whining sound, knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Come on, Cas,” Dean panted as he rocked his hips a little harder. The noise Castiel made was louder as he leaned forward and bit down on Dean’s collar bone.
“Love you, Dean,” Castiel choked out before his body went rigid. He shuddered and made a small noise before slumping forward. One of his hands snaked back under the water and wrapped around Dean. He gave the twist of the wrist at the base and the light squeeze just under the head that he knows Dean loves so much.
“Fuck,” Dean panted as he bucked into Castiel’s hand erratically. Castiel gave a soft chuckle before kissing Dean softly.
They stayed floating in the water wrapped around each other for so long, the sun started to touch the treetops. It didn’t matter to the lovers in the water.
“Did you think that you’d be this happy here?” Castiel asked as he hugged Dean tighter.
“It’s much better than the last time I was here, that’s for sure.” Dean placed a kiss on the top of his lover’s head. “In fact, it’s perfect.”
“I told you that Heaven was the perfect place.” Castiel whispered against Dean’s neck.
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