A Shotgun You Don't Shoot
Title: A Shotgun You Don't Shoot
Author: xephwrites
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 658
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: Sam and Dean use a different method of relaxing.
Warnings: Drug use, shotgunning, boykissing
Notes: Written for my kissbingo square titled "experemental : shotgun"
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Castiel appeared in the motel room that Dean had said they would be. Neither of the brothers were in the room. He looked around, and spotted the brother’s belongings. Resting on top of the table were the keys to the Impala.
It was very unlike Dean to not be where he says he would be.
He saw a bit of movement in the crack of the drapes. Castiel walked to the window, and saw both brothers standing outside. Confused and a bit relieved, he opened the door and stepped outside.
There was a strange smell in the air. It was sweet and earthy, but it was heavy.
“Dean?” Castiel called as he closed the door.
“Shit,” Dean coughed as a large cloud of smoke left his mouth.
“You are so busted,” Sam said through a fit of giggles.
“Uh, hi Cas,” Dean said as he sucked in a lungful of air, easing the coughing fit. He handed something that was burning to Sam. Dean had a lopsided smile on his face as he stepped towards his angel.
“Your eyes are glassy,” Castiel said as he touched the side of his face. “Are you not feeling well?”
Both Winchesters collapsed into a fit of giggles.
“Feelin’ great,” Dean said as he wrapped an arm around Castiel’s shoulders. “Just, uh, having a bit of fun, that’s all.” Dean’s words came out clear, but there was a different tone to his voice. He was not drunk. Castiel narrowed his eyes at his lover.
“Are you on something?”
“You’re in trouble,” Sam said in the same way a little kid would. He brought the burning paper up to his mouth and took a long drag.
“We’re just, uh, smoking a little bit of pot,” Dean said the last bit very fast.
“Why?” Castiel asked, tilting his head at his lover.
“To get high,” Dean said in a matter of fact tone. He tossed a look over to Sam. “Smoke it, don’t fall in love with it!”
Castiel was not unfamiliar with the concept of drugs or getting high. Humans have been doing it for millennia in different ways. But seeing the Winchesters do it was strange.
“I never thought that you would partake in this,” Castiel said, watching Sam pass the joint to his older brother.
“Your angel is adorable,” Sam giggled. “He said ‘partake’.”
Dean took a long drag off of the joint. He held the smoke for a few moments before exhaling. He looked at Castiel.
“Ever tried it?” Dean asked, his face honest and open. Castiel shook his head. Dean placed his hand on the back of his lover’s neck and pulled him closer.
“Just inhale when I exhale,” Dean said. He turned his head to the side and took a deep drag from the joint. He handed it back to Sam.
Dean brought their heads together. Their bottom lips touched as they opened their mouths. Dean exhaled slowly, blowing the smoke out. Castiel sucked in the sweet heavy smoke. Dean pulled away as Castiel let the smoke linger in his lungs. He exhaled in one push.
“How’s that,” Dean asked, leaning forward and brushing their lips together again.
“Nice,” Castiel breathed. “But I prefer it without the drugs.”
They kissed softly for a few moments before Sam cleared his throat loudly. They pulled away from each other slowly.
“I think Sammy’s uncomfortable,” Dean said in a stage whisper before giggling.
“Fuckin’ hungry,” Sam whined as he stepped on what was now a tiny square of burning paper. Dean grabbed Castiel’s hand and walked back inside the motel room. He took a piece of motel stationary and began carefully writing a list. Sam peered over his shoulder, making suggestions.
Dean turned to Castiel with the list and a fistful of money. Dean gave him a puppy eyed look.
“Can you go to the store for us?”
Castiel laughed and took the list.
“Of course,” he said before fluttering out.
Continued here
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Author: xephwrites
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 658
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: Sam and Dean use a different method of relaxing.
Warnings: Drug use, shotgunning, boykissing
Notes: Written for my kissbingo square titled "experemental : shotgun"
~*~*~*~*~*~
Castiel appeared in the motel room that Dean had said they would be. Neither of the brothers were in the room. He looked around, and spotted the brother’s belongings. Resting on top of the table were the keys to the Impala.
It was very unlike Dean to not be where he says he would be.
He saw a bit of movement in the crack of the drapes. Castiel walked to the window, and saw both brothers standing outside. Confused and a bit relieved, he opened the door and stepped outside.
There was a strange smell in the air. It was sweet and earthy, but it was heavy.
“Dean?” Castiel called as he closed the door.
“Shit,” Dean coughed as a large cloud of smoke left his mouth.
“You are so busted,” Sam said through a fit of giggles.
“Uh, hi Cas,” Dean said as he sucked in a lungful of air, easing the coughing fit. He handed something that was burning to Sam. Dean had a lopsided smile on his face as he stepped towards his angel.
“Your eyes are glassy,” Castiel said as he touched the side of his face. “Are you not feeling well?”
Both Winchesters collapsed into a fit of giggles.
“Feelin’ great,” Dean said as he wrapped an arm around Castiel’s shoulders. “Just, uh, having a bit of fun, that’s all.” Dean’s words came out clear, but there was a different tone to his voice. He was not drunk. Castiel narrowed his eyes at his lover.
“Are you on something?”
“You’re in trouble,” Sam said in the same way a little kid would. He brought the burning paper up to his mouth and took a long drag.
“We’re just, uh, smoking a little bit of pot,” Dean said the last bit very fast.
“Why?” Castiel asked, tilting his head at his lover.
“To get high,” Dean said in a matter of fact tone. He tossed a look over to Sam. “Smoke it, don’t fall in love with it!”
Castiel was not unfamiliar with the concept of drugs or getting high. Humans have been doing it for millennia in different ways. But seeing the Winchesters do it was strange.
“I never thought that you would partake in this,” Castiel said, watching Sam pass the joint to his older brother.
“Your angel is adorable,” Sam giggled. “He said ‘partake’.”
Dean took a long drag off of the joint. He held the smoke for a few moments before exhaling. He looked at Castiel.
“Ever tried it?” Dean asked, his face honest and open. Castiel shook his head. Dean placed his hand on the back of his lover’s neck and pulled him closer.
“Just inhale when I exhale,” Dean said. He turned his head to the side and took a deep drag from the joint. He handed it back to Sam.
Dean brought their heads together. Their bottom lips touched as they opened their mouths. Dean exhaled slowly, blowing the smoke out. Castiel sucked in the sweet heavy smoke. Dean pulled away as Castiel let the smoke linger in his lungs. He exhaled in one push.
“How’s that,” Dean asked, leaning forward and brushing their lips together again.
“Nice,” Castiel breathed. “But I prefer it without the drugs.”
They kissed softly for a few moments before Sam cleared his throat loudly. They pulled away from each other slowly.
“I think Sammy’s uncomfortable,” Dean said in a stage whisper before giggling.
“Fuckin’ hungry,” Sam whined as he stepped on what was now a tiny square of burning paper. Dean grabbed Castiel’s hand and walked back inside the motel room. He took a piece of motel stationary and began carefully writing a list. Sam peered over his shoulder, making suggestions.
Dean turned to Castiel with the list and a fistful of money. Dean gave him a puppy eyed look.
“Can you go to the store for us?”
Castiel laughed and took the list.
“Of course,” he said before fluttering out.
Continued here
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