SPN: Puff the Magic Cuddle-Dragon
Title: Puff the Magic Cuddle-Dragon
Author:
chef_geekier
Genre: SPN Fluff
Characters, Pairing(s): Pre-Dean/Cas
Rating: PG-13 for language, G for content.
Word Count: 1,237
Kinks/Warnings: Fluff and cuddles.
For this prompt on the kink meme: I just want cuddles. It can lead to sex, or be after sex, but I'd love the main focus to be on cuddles, soft touches, petting, hair-stroking. Can be cuddles for the sake of cuddles, or hurt/comfort. Dean pretending to be Mr. Manly Man, while actually secretly loving the closeness. If there's sex, bottom!Cas please.
~*~
It all started with that damned dragon.
Not even a real, fire-breathing, needs-to-be-killed dragon. No, Dean had taken Cas to a county fair a few months ago, showing him what it was like to actually walk around amongst the crowd. Castiel had enjoyed it immensely, and though Dean wouldn't admit it, so had he. On a whim he'd played one of those side-show shooting games, and managed to win a stuffed dragon. He'd given it to Cas with a grin, telling him he wasn't allowed to throw it away because it was a present.
That instruction had come back to bite Dean in the arse when Cas had shown up a few days later, arm curled around the dragon as though he were a child. Sam had been speechless. Dean had tried to ignore the dragon. Cas, naturally, hadn't even realised that something was odd.
If that had been all, Dean would have been fine. He probably would have gone on for months, possibly even years, without telling Cas how he felt. But no, naturally things had to get ramped up even more.
Dean was fairly sure that someone up in Heaven had it out for him. He was betting on God still being pissy about having his holiday interrupted.
They were laying low for a few days, and naturally Cas had decided that it was a perfect time to try that sleeping thing again. So now Dean was faced with the image of Cas dressed in one of Sam's ratty t-shirts and Dean's boxers, curled up in Dean's bed, and cuddling a damned soft toy.
Dean figured that he couldn't really be blamed for the surge of jealousy that ran through him every time he glanced over at the angel.
“I'm going out for a bit,” Sam spoke softly, obviously humouring Cas' attempt at rest. “Try not to molest him.”
“Fuck off,” Dean muttered. He was really regretting having a few too many drinks that one night and spilling his desires to Sam.
His bigger-little brother just gave Dean a fond smile as he slipped out of the room. Dean huffed and turned back to the paper, looking for the next job, but was startled by Castiel's voice.
“Dean. This doesn't seem to be working.”
“What? Sleeping?” Dean tried to convince himself that Cas hadn't heard Sam's comment.
“Yes. It feels wrong.”
“Yeah well, I didn't think you angels slept.”
“That's not what I mean,” Cas sat up slowly, still clutching the dragon to his chest. Dean tried not to glare at the toy. “It feels... lonely, I believe.”
“Lonely?” Dean was immediately on alert, part of him eager for Castiel's next suggestion, part of him dreading it. “What do you mean exactly?”
“I mean that sleeping alone is not comforting. Will you lie with me while I attempt repose?”
And there it was. The question that Dean couldn't refuse, even if it ruined things between them.
Didn't mean he had to go down easy though.
“You need someone to hold you?” He asked, even as he stood and shrugged out of his jacket. “Grow some testicles Cas, you're not a girl.”
“I'm aware that I occupy a male vessel,” Castiel retorted, though there was an undercurrent of almost smugness to his annoyance. “I was merely under the impression that sleeping together was better than doing it alone.”
Dean had to screw his eyes shut at the innuendo in that sentence. At times like this, he really had to wonder just how innocent Cas was. He shook his head and managed to rid himself of his boots before turning to look at Cas again. The angel looked the very picture of innocence, sitting cross-legged with both arms hugging the toy dragon to his chest, clothing askew and hair even more ruffled than usual.
“Shove over,” he muttered gruffly. The small twitch of Castiel's lips was worth anyone else screaming for joy, and Dean paused only to slip out of his jeans before climbing in next to Cas.
At first he tried not to touch Cas too much. Just because he was lying in bed with the guy didn't mean that they'd both handed in their man cards. That lasted all of about five seconds however, as Cas lay down right next to him, back pressed to Dean's side, and Dean couldn't resist the urge to roll over and drape his arm over Castiel, effectively holding him.
Damnit.
“That feels better,” Cas mumbled, and Dean let himself smile. No one could see him, anyway. He brought his arm up and slid his hand under Castiel's arm, gently stroking along his chest, and gave the slightest nuzzle to the back of Castiel's neck. He still wasn't sure if this was overstepping the bounds, maybe Cas didn't realise the connotations of sleeping together...
Then Cas rolled over as well so that he was facing Dean, and openly snuggled into him.
“Cas?” Dean asked, voice thick as he tried to repress the emotions.
“Be quiet Dean,” Cas opened his eyes briefly. “I want to sleep. I have the stuffed toy, the old clothes, and the company of my loved one. Give me my damned cuddles.”
Dean's mind went blank as he stared down at Cas.
My loved one.
Dean was still trying to reconcile that claim with his knowledge of Cas, when the angel made an annoyed sound in the back of his throat and shifted, pressing their lips together in a firm kiss.
“Yes Dean,” Cas confirmed when he pulled back, “I love you. I know that the feeling is returned, and that you won't admit it because you're too stubborn. You can prove it instead by giving me a proper hug now.”
After a moment, Dean nodded and slid his arms around Castiel properly. He felt Cas sigh against his neck, but it seemed to be in contentment rather than annoyance. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Dean buried his nose in the ruffled hair in front of him, finding it just as soft as he'd thought. His legs tangled with Castiel's easily, and he started stroking up and down Castiel's back.
For his part, Cas nuzzled Dean's throat and gently extracted the dragon from between them, dropping it over the edge of the bed so that he could instead wrap around Dean properly. Dean considered making an octopus joke, but figured that Cas was in the perfect position to do serious damage with his knee if he took offence.
Then Castiel's hand found the perfect place at the back of his neck, blunt nails barely scratching the skin, and Dean felt himself melt into a puddle of Winchester-shaped goo. It wasn't often that he let himself react like this, but figured it was worth it for the pleased sounds Cas was making. The angel was damn near purring.
Dean had just enough presence of mind left to slide one hand underneath Cas' borrowed shirt and trail along the skin there. So maybe he was cuddling with Cas and giving the guy a back rub.
So maybe he was already looking forward to the next time they could just lie together.
So maybe he was hopelessly in love with his best friend, and never wanted to stop loving him.
It was still the damned dragon's fault.
Author:
chef_geekier
Genre: SPN Fluff
Characters, Pairing(s): Pre-Dean/Cas
Rating: PG-13 for language, G for content.
Word Count: 1,237
Kinks/Warnings: Fluff and cuddles.
For this prompt on the kink meme: I just want cuddles. It can lead to sex, or be after sex, but I'd love the main focus to be on cuddles, soft touches, petting, hair-stroking. Can be cuddles for the sake of cuddles, or hurt/comfort. Dean pretending to be Mr. Manly Man, while actually secretly loving the closeness. If there's sex, bottom!Cas please.
~*~
It all started with that damned dragon.
Not even a real, fire-breathing, needs-to-be-killed dragon. No, Dean had taken Cas to a county fair a few months ago, showing him what it was like to actually walk around amongst the crowd. Castiel had enjoyed it immensely, and though Dean wouldn't admit it, so had he. On a whim he'd played one of those side-show shooting games, and managed to win a stuffed dragon. He'd given it to Cas with a grin, telling him he wasn't allowed to throw it away because it was a present.
That instruction had come back to bite Dean in the arse when Cas had shown up a few days later, arm curled around the dragon as though he were a child. Sam had been speechless. Dean had tried to ignore the dragon. Cas, naturally, hadn't even realised that something was odd.
If that had been all, Dean would have been fine. He probably would have gone on for months, possibly even years, without telling Cas how he felt. But no, naturally things had to get ramped up even more.
Dean was fairly sure that someone up in Heaven had it out for him. He was betting on God still being pissy about having his holiday interrupted.
They were laying low for a few days, and naturally Cas had decided that it was a perfect time to try that sleeping thing again. So now Dean was faced with the image of Cas dressed in one of Sam's ratty t-shirts and Dean's boxers, curled up in Dean's bed, and cuddling a damned soft toy.
Dean figured that he couldn't really be blamed for the surge of jealousy that ran through him every time he glanced over at the angel.
“I'm going out for a bit,” Sam spoke softly, obviously humouring Cas' attempt at rest. “Try not to molest him.”
“Fuck off,” Dean muttered. He was really regretting having a few too many drinks that one night and spilling his desires to Sam.
His bigger-little brother just gave Dean a fond smile as he slipped out of the room. Dean huffed and turned back to the paper, looking for the next job, but was startled by Castiel's voice.
“Dean. This doesn't seem to be working.”
“What? Sleeping?” Dean tried to convince himself that Cas hadn't heard Sam's comment.
“Yes. It feels wrong.”
“Yeah well, I didn't think you angels slept.”
“That's not what I mean,” Cas sat up slowly, still clutching the dragon to his chest. Dean tried not to glare at the toy. “It feels... lonely, I believe.”
“Lonely?” Dean was immediately on alert, part of him eager for Castiel's next suggestion, part of him dreading it. “What do you mean exactly?”
“I mean that sleeping alone is not comforting. Will you lie with me while I attempt repose?”
And there it was. The question that Dean couldn't refuse, even if it ruined things between them.
Didn't mean he had to go down easy though.
“You need someone to hold you?” He asked, even as he stood and shrugged out of his jacket. “Grow some testicles Cas, you're not a girl.”
“I'm aware that I occupy a male vessel,” Castiel retorted, though there was an undercurrent of almost smugness to his annoyance. “I was merely under the impression that sleeping together was better than doing it alone.”
Dean had to screw his eyes shut at the innuendo in that sentence. At times like this, he really had to wonder just how innocent Cas was. He shook his head and managed to rid himself of his boots before turning to look at Cas again. The angel looked the very picture of innocence, sitting cross-legged with both arms hugging the toy dragon to his chest, clothing askew and hair even more ruffled than usual.
“Shove over,” he muttered gruffly. The small twitch of Castiel's lips was worth anyone else screaming for joy, and Dean paused only to slip out of his jeans before climbing in next to Cas.
At first he tried not to touch Cas too much. Just because he was lying in bed with the guy didn't mean that they'd both handed in their man cards. That lasted all of about five seconds however, as Cas lay down right next to him, back pressed to Dean's side, and Dean couldn't resist the urge to roll over and drape his arm over Castiel, effectively holding him.
Damnit.
“That feels better,” Cas mumbled, and Dean let himself smile. No one could see him, anyway. He brought his arm up and slid his hand under Castiel's arm, gently stroking along his chest, and gave the slightest nuzzle to the back of Castiel's neck. He still wasn't sure if this was overstepping the bounds, maybe Cas didn't realise the connotations of sleeping together...
Then Cas rolled over as well so that he was facing Dean, and openly snuggled into him.
“Cas?” Dean asked, voice thick as he tried to repress the emotions.
“Be quiet Dean,” Cas opened his eyes briefly. “I want to sleep. I have the stuffed toy, the old clothes, and the company of my loved one. Give me my damned cuddles.”
Dean's mind went blank as he stared down at Cas.
My loved one.
Dean was still trying to reconcile that claim with his knowledge of Cas, when the angel made an annoyed sound in the back of his throat and shifted, pressing their lips together in a firm kiss.
“Yes Dean,” Cas confirmed when he pulled back, “I love you. I know that the feeling is returned, and that you won't admit it because you're too stubborn. You can prove it instead by giving me a proper hug now.”
After a moment, Dean nodded and slid his arms around Castiel properly. He felt Cas sigh against his neck, but it seemed to be in contentment rather than annoyance. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Dean buried his nose in the ruffled hair in front of him, finding it just as soft as he'd thought. His legs tangled with Castiel's easily, and he started stroking up and down Castiel's back.
For his part, Cas nuzzled Dean's throat and gently extracted the dragon from between them, dropping it over the edge of the bed so that he could instead wrap around Dean properly. Dean considered making an octopus joke, but figured that Cas was in the perfect position to do serious damage with his knee if he took offence.
Then Castiel's hand found the perfect place at the back of his neck, blunt nails barely scratching the skin, and Dean felt himself melt into a puddle of Winchester-shaped goo. It wasn't often that he let himself react like this, but figured it was worth it for the pleased sounds Cas was making. The angel was damn near purring.
Dean had just enough presence of mind left to slide one hand underneath Cas' borrowed shirt and trail along the skin there. So maybe he was cuddling with Cas and giving the guy a back rub.
So maybe he was already looking forward to the next time they could just lie together.
So maybe he was hopelessly in love with his best friend, and never wanted to stop loving him.
It was still the damned dragon's fault.