[FIC] A Little Slice of Heaven for carmexgirl
Gift type: Fanfic
Title: A Little Slice of Heaven
Author: this_impulse
Recipient: carmexgirl
Rating: NC17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 2459
Summary: AU. Dean really likes Castiel, and it's time he did something about it.
Author notes: This isn't based off a specific prompt, but I tried to stay as close to carmexgirl's likes as possible, which included: fluff, first times, AUs, and porny fics. It's pretty much a combination of all of those, so I hope you enjoy!
Dean woke up and stretched lazily, his body rubbed deliciously against the warm body under him.
"Morning," he mumbled into sleep warm skin.
"Good morning, Dean," came a deep rumble from above his head.
Dean turned a little and rested his chin on Castiel's chest so he could look into bright blue eyes. He stretched up for a quick kiss, aware of his morning breath. He was also very aware of his morning wood which brushed tantalizingly against the other man's hip when he moved to sit up. He looked down at Cas, trailed his fingers lightly across his belly until he made an impatient sound and pulled Dean back down so he was draped over him like a blanket.
He made little breathy sounds when Dean started pressing tiny butterfly kisses to his pulse point. Dean smiled against his neck. Mornings like this were nice. Slow and easy and "Oof!" Dean grunted when Castiel pulled him closer, their bodies slotting together perfectly.
"Dean…" Castiel breathed as his hips rolled up into Dean's, slow and hard. "Dean," he repeated, and his hands slid down to cup Dean's ass, thrusting hard and fast and "Dean, Dean…"
* * *
"Cas?" Dean mumbled into his pillow. He blinked his eyes open only to see Sam standing in the doorway looking far too amused. Dean groaned and smashed his face back into his pillow. "What Sam?"
He could practically hear his brother smirking. "Have you seen the time? Bobby'll have your ass if you're late one more time."
"Yeah, yeah, I have my alarm set for seven. I'm good. Now get the hell out."
"It's quarter to eight."
Dean jumped out of bed. "Shit shit shit, I didn't set my alarm."
"When do you ever?" Sam rolled his eyes. "Oh, and tell Cas I said hi," he tossed over his shoulder as he left.
"Bitch!" Dean called, and then he dashed into the bathroom for a quick shower.
* * *
Dean pulled up to Singer Auto repair ten minutes late. Thankfully, Bobby was nowhere in sight, so he was able to slip into the garage unseen.
"Hey Ash," he greeted. Ash raised a hand in response, never taking his attention off the computer in front of him.
Pamela was already under the hood of some beat up Honda, and Dean knew better than to talk to her while she was busy, so he followed her example and got to work.
* * *
Some days (every Tuesday and Thursday for the past nine weeks, to be exact) Dean would use his lunch break to walk the few blocks to Angel Food Coffeehouse & Bakery where they had the best pie in the state.
Dean definitely went there for the pie. Despite whatever Sam might think, it had nothing at all to do with--
"Hello, Dean."
"Uh, hey Cas," Dean spluttered, fighting down the dream memories that voice evoked.
"What can I get for you today?"
It took a few moments for Dean to answer, captivated as he was by Castiel's deep blue eyes. His dreams never quite got them right. But that was not something Dean wanted his mind focused on at the moment, so he pulled his eyes away. Instead, he focused on the Angel Food logo on Castiel's apron: bright pink letters surrounded by fluffy white wings.
He kept his gaze there when he answered, "I think I'll have that turkey thing you recommended last week. It was awesome."
"The panini?"
Dean cringed a little and looked up. "Maybe you should call it something else. That sounds too much like some girly health food crap Sam would get."
Castiel's lips twitched like he was fighting a smile. "A 'turkey thing' it is, then. Will that be all?"
"Depends," Dean said, licking his lips in anticipation and watching as Castiel's eyes flicked down to catch the movement, "What kind of pie did you make today?"
"Blackberry apple and pecan." He was still staring at Dean's mouth, which was really something Dean could get onboard with. They'd been dancing around each other for weeks, ever since Sam had dragged him in here raving about the food. Dean was done dancing. Or, whatever.
He caught his lower lip between his teeth like he was contemplating his pie options, and Castiel's eyes went dark. Dean grinned. "Pecan sounds good."
Just before he left with his food, he caught Castiel's gaze again. "When do you finish your shift tonight?"
"I, um, five?" Castiel answered, as flustered as Dean had ever seen him.
"Would you like to have dinner with me?" he asked. He was really enjoying the blush that was starting to creep up Castiel's neck.
"Oh, I… yes, I would like that very much."
Dean smiled. "I'll see you at five, then."
* * *
Dean would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. But it was much too late to turn back, considering he was already parked out in front of Angel Food. His mind ran through every peasant conversation they'd had over the past few weeks and landed on the way Castiel's eyes had darkened with lust earlier that day.
Suck it up, Winchester, he chided himself and determinedly got out of the car.
Castiel was standing by the counter, talking to Anna as she arranged the displays. It was kind of odd; Dean had never seen him out of his apron before.
"Hey," he grunted, oh so eloquently.
They both turned to look at him and Castiel's face brightened.
"Hello, Dean."
And damn but that gravelly voice of his did things to Dean. How he was supposed to make it through the evening in one piece when Castiel had a voice like pure sex was beyond him.
Some of what he was thinking must have shown on his face, because Castiel asked him if he was all right.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Dean said, mentally shaking himself. "You ready to go?"
"Yes." He took a step closer to Dean. "I will see you tomorrow, Anna."
Anna leveled the look of a protective sister at Dean when she said, "You two have fun."
* * *
Dinner was great. Not that Dean had worried it would be anything but great, of course.
He was in the middle of recounting a hilarious fiasco involving him, Sam, and a Kitchen Aid mixer, when he felt Castiel's leg nudge against his under the table. When it didn't immediately move away, Dean shifted a little so that his leg was pressing into the contact.
Castiel's eyes turned dark and hypnotic, and Dean wasn't sure he ever finished his story.
"I had a good time tonight, Dean," Castiel said when Dean pulled into his driveway. He made no move to get out of the car.
"Me too. We should, uh, do it again sometime?" Dean hated that it came out like a question, but how was he supposed to form proper sentences when Castiel was looking at him like that? "Oh, fuck it." He slipped a hand around to the back of Castiel's neck and leaned in.
* * *
They stumbled blindly through Castiel's house, in the direction of what Dean sure as hell hoped was the bedroom, but he couldn't be bothered to release his hold on Castiel to see. Castiel's hair was just as soft as Dean had imagined, and he grabbed a fistful as he angled their mouths together.
Castiel gasped when Dean tugged on his hair, pulling his head back just enough to expose his neck, which he immediately latched onto.
"Oh, Dean," Castiel moaned and his hips snapped forward when Dean bit lightly into his skin.
"Bedroom," he growled, stepping back for a moment to kick off his boots.
The low sound Castiel made was a thousand times hotter than anything Dean had ever dreamed up. He pulled Dean through a doorway and suddenly his hands were tucked under Dean's shirt, exploring the dips of his hips and stomach. Dean took the hint and lifted his shirt over his head in one fluid motion, and then Castiel's hands were everywhere. The dip of Dean's spine, his shoulder's, thumbing over a nipple, and then low on his belly, fingertips brushing against his belt.
Before Castiel could go any further, Dean was reaching for his shirt, working at the buttons as quickly as he could as Castiel raced to meet him in the middle. Once he had the shirt pushed off Castiel's shoulders, he wrapped an arm around him and walked backwards until he felt the bed behind him. He fell onto it, pulling Castiel with him and they were suddenly pressed tightly together from chest to thigh.
Castiel was a comfortably heavy weight on him, and for a while Dean was more than content to just hold him there while he ravished his mouth. His hands mapped out Castiel's back, and then slid lower to grab his ass through his jeans. Castiel pushed back into the touch and a low whine escaped his mouth when Dean pulled his hands away.
Dean flipped their positions and reached down to pop the button on Castiel's pants. Castiel lifted his hips and Dean removed his pants and boxers in one smooth pull. He paused for a moment to admire the way Castiel was spread out on the bed, hair mussed, lips swollen, cock hard and flushed against his belly. He groaned and crashed his lips against Castiel's again, his tongue fucking in and out slowly.
Castiel's hips bucked when Dean fisted his cock, smearing pre-come along its length to ease the friction.
"Dean," he panted, "Dean, please." He spread his legs in invitation. "Please…"
"Fuck," Dean groaned, quickly kissing his way down Castiel's chest. He licked a stripe up Castiel's cock before taking the head into his mouth and sucking hard. One of his hands slid lower, behind Castiel's balls to brush across his entrance. Castiel arched up, and his cock nudged the back of Dean's throat making his eyes water. He pulled off with a slick pop, one finger still circling Castiel's hole.
"Top drawer," Castiel instructed breathlessly.
Dean rolled off the bed, shucking his pants on his way across the room. Once he had what he was looking for, he turned back to the bed to see Castiel staring at his body hungrily. Dean grinned and wasted no time before crawling back over to him.
He took Castiel's cock back into his mouth, relishing in the sharp salty taste that exploded across his tongue when he did. He snapped open the bottle of lube, slicked his fingers, and reached down to circle the tight muscle before pushing a finger in slowly.
Castiel's breathing turned ragged once he was in up to the knuckle and when he started to push back against Dean's finger, he added another one. He bobbed is head in time with the thrusting of his fingers, and it wasn't long before Castiel was writhing beneath him.
"Now, Dean. I'm ready, fuck me…" Castiel moaned.
He pulled his mouth slowly off Castiel's cock, and then sat back a little to quickly roll on a condom before slicking himself, and shifted until he was line up with Castiel's entrance. Castiel shifted his hips when Dean's cock nudged against him, impatiently trying to get closer.
He opened his mouth, most likely to tell Dean to get a move on already, but Dean leaned forward and captured his lips in a searing kiss, pushing the taste of him into his mouth before he could say anything.
Then Dean pushed forward a little and groaned into Castiel's mouth once the head of his cock was surrounded by tight heat.
Castiel gasped, and his legs wrapped around Dean, trying to bring him closer. It worked, and soon Dean was buried deep in Castiel. He rocked his hips in tiny little thrusts that turned long and deep when Castiel growled at him to Fuck me, dammit. And Dean did, thrusting hard and, from the sounds Castiel was making, hitting his prostate dead on.
It wasn't long before Castiel came, spilling between them and slicking both of their stomachs. His muscles clamped down hard around Dean and another deep thrust ripped his orgasm from him. He rode out the aftershocks and collapsed against Castiel, panting hotly against his neck.
Castiel sighed contentedly and ran his fingers through Dean's hair, fingernails catching lightly at his scalp and making Dean shiver. He let himself enjoy the soft touches for a moment before he pulled away and rolled off the bed.
He was back a minute later with a warm washcloth that he used to gently clean Castiel with. Castiel stretched under him and smiled at the attention. When Dean tried to get up again, thinking maybe he should leave, Castiel caught his wrist and pulled him back down.
"Stay," he said.
So Dean did.
* * *
When Dean woke up to find Castiel snuggled up against him, the first thing he did was pinch himself. Just to make sure.
"Good morning, Dean," Castiel mumbled, tossing a leg over his.
"Morning, Cas." Dean grinned at his sleepy face and sex hair.
Castiel started to lean in for a kiss, but something caught is eye over Dean's shoulder and he suddenly shot out of bed.
"I'm late for work," he said, frantically grabbing clothes and dashing toward the bathroom. Seconds later, Dean heard running water.
Dean looked at the clock. He didn't have to be to the garage for another hour, which was new. Maybe he could use this time to convince Castiel to bake a cherry pie today, he thought as he made his way into the bathroom.
Title: A Little Slice of Heaven
Author: this_impulse
Recipient: carmexgirl
Rating: NC17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 2459
Summary: AU. Dean really likes Castiel, and it's time he did something about it.
Author notes: This isn't based off a specific prompt, but I tried to stay as close to carmexgirl's likes as possible, which included: fluff, first times, AUs, and porny fics. It's pretty much a combination of all of those, so I hope you enjoy!
Dean woke up and stretched lazily, his body rubbed deliciously against the warm body under him.
"Morning," he mumbled into sleep warm skin.
"Good morning, Dean," came a deep rumble from above his head.
Dean turned a little and rested his chin on Castiel's chest so he could look into bright blue eyes. He stretched up for a quick kiss, aware of his morning breath. He was also very aware of his morning wood which brushed tantalizingly against the other man's hip when he moved to sit up. He looked down at Cas, trailed his fingers lightly across his belly until he made an impatient sound and pulled Dean back down so he was draped over him like a blanket.
He made little breathy sounds when Dean started pressing tiny butterfly kisses to his pulse point. Dean smiled against his neck. Mornings like this were nice. Slow and easy and "Oof!" Dean grunted when Castiel pulled him closer, their bodies slotting together perfectly.
"Dean…" Castiel breathed as his hips rolled up into Dean's, slow and hard. "Dean," he repeated, and his hands slid down to cup Dean's ass, thrusting hard and fast and "Dean, Dean…"
* * *
"Cas?" Dean mumbled into his pillow. He blinked his eyes open only to see Sam standing in the doorway looking far too amused. Dean groaned and smashed his face back into his pillow. "What Sam?"
He could practically hear his brother smirking. "Have you seen the time? Bobby'll have your ass if you're late one more time."
"Yeah, yeah, I have my alarm set for seven. I'm good. Now get the hell out."
"It's quarter to eight."
Dean jumped out of bed. "Shit shit shit, I didn't set my alarm."
"When do you ever?" Sam rolled his eyes. "Oh, and tell Cas I said hi," he tossed over his shoulder as he left.
"Bitch!" Dean called, and then he dashed into the bathroom for a quick shower.
* * *
Dean pulled up to Singer Auto repair ten minutes late. Thankfully, Bobby was nowhere in sight, so he was able to slip into the garage unseen.
"Hey Ash," he greeted. Ash raised a hand in response, never taking his attention off the computer in front of him.
Pamela was already under the hood of some beat up Honda, and Dean knew better than to talk to her while she was busy, so he followed her example and got to work.
* * *
Some days (every Tuesday and Thursday for the past nine weeks, to be exact) Dean would use his lunch break to walk the few blocks to Angel Food Coffeehouse & Bakery where they had the best pie in the state.
Dean definitely went there for the pie. Despite whatever Sam might think, it had nothing at all to do with--
"Hello, Dean."
"Uh, hey Cas," Dean spluttered, fighting down the dream memories that voice evoked.
"What can I get for you today?"
It took a few moments for Dean to answer, captivated as he was by Castiel's deep blue eyes. His dreams never quite got them right. But that was not something Dean wanted his mind focused on at the moment, so he pulled his eyes away. Instead, he focused on the Angel Food logo on Castiel's apron: bright pink letters surrounded by fluffy white wings.
He kept his gaze there when he answered, "I think I'll have that turkey thing you recommended last week. It was awesome."
"The panini?"
Dean cringed a little and looked up. "Maybe you should call it something else. That sounds too much like some girly health food crap Sam would get."
Castiel's lips twitched like he was fighting a smile. "A 'turkey thing' it is, then. Will that be all?"
"Depends," Dean said, licking his lips in anticipation and watching as Castiel's eyes flicked down to catch the movement, "What kind of pie did you make today?"
"Blackberry apple and pecan." He was still staring at Dean's mouth, which was really something Dean could get onboard with. They'd been dancing around each other for weeks, ever since Sam had dragged him in here raving about the food. Dean was done dancing. Or, whatever.
He caught his lower lip between his teeth like he was contemplating his pie options, and Castiel's eyes went dark. Dean grinned. "Pecan sounds good."
Just before he left with his food, he caught Castiel's gaze again. "When do you finish your shift tonight?"
"I, um, five?" Castiel answered, as flustered as Dean had ever seen him.
"Would you like to have dinner with me?" he asked. He was really enjoying the blush that was starting to creep up Castiel's neck.
"Oh, I… yes, I would like that very much."
Dean smiled. "I'll see you at five, then."
* * *
Dean would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. But it was much too late to turn back, considering he was already parked out in front of Angel Food. His mind ran through every peasant conversation they'd had over the past few weeks and landed on the way Castiel's eyes had darkened with lust earlier that day.
Suck it up, Winchester, he chided himself and determinedly got out of the car.
Castiel was standing by the counter, talking to Anna as she arranged the displays. It was kind of odd; Dean had never seen him out of his apron before.
"Hey," he grunted, oh so eloquently.
They both turned to look at him and Castiel's face brightened.
"Hello, Dean."
And damn but that gravelly voice of his did things to Dean. How he was supposed to make it through the evening in one piece when Castiel had a voice like pure sex was beyond him.
Some of what he was thinking must have shown on his face, because Castiel asked him if he was all right.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Dean said, mentally shaking himself. "You ready to go?"
"Yes." He took a step closer to Dean. "I will see you tomorrow, Anna."
Anna leveled the look of a protective sister at Dean when she said, "You two have fun."
* * *
Dinner was great. Not that Dean had worried it would be anything but great, of course.
He was in the middle of recounting a hilarious fiasco involving him, Sam, and a Kitchen Aid mixer, when he felt Castiel's leg nudge against his under the table. When it didn't immediately move away, Dean shifted a little so that his leg was pressing into the contact.
Castiel's eyes turned dark and hypnotic, and Dean wasn't sure he ever finished his story.
"I had a good time tonight, Dean," Castiel said when Dean pulled into his driveway. He made no move to get out of the car.
"Me too. We should, uh, do it again sometime?" Dean hated that it came out like a question, but how was he supposed to form proper sentences when Castiel was looking at him like that? "Oh, fuck it." He slipped a hand around to the back of Castiel's neck and leaned in.
* * *
They stumbled blindly through Castiel's house, in the direction of what Dean sure as hell hoped was the bedroom, but he couldn't be bothered to release his hold on Castiel to see. Castiel's hair was just as soft as Dean had imagined, and he grabbed a fistful as he angled their mouths together.
Castiel gasped when Dean tugged on his hair, pulling his head back just enough to expose his neck, which he immediately latched onto.
"Oh, Dean," Castiel moaned and his hips snapped forward when Dean bit lightly into his skin.
"Bedroom," he growled, stepping back for a moment to kick off his boots.
The low sound Castiel made was a thousand times hotter than anything Dean had ever dreamed up. He pulled Dean through a doorway and suddenly his hands were tucked under Dean's shirt, exploring the dips of his hips and stomach. Dean took the hint and lifted his shirt over his head in one fluid motion, and then Castiel's hands were everywhere. The dip of Dean's spine, his shoulder's, thumbing over a nipple, and then low on his belly, fingertips brushing against his belt.
Before Castiel could go any further, Dean was reaching for his shirt, working at the buttons as quickly as he could as Castiel raced to meet him in the middle. Once he had the shirt pushed off Castiel's shoulders, he wrapped an arm around him and walked backwards until he felt the bed behind him. He fell onto it, pulling Castiel with him and they were suddenly pressed tightly together from chest to thigh.
Castiel was a comfortably heavy weight on him, and for a while Dean was more than content to just hold him there while he ravished his mouth. His hands mapped out Castiel's back, and then slid lower to grab his ass through his jeans. Castiel pushed back into the touch and a low whine escaped his mouth when Dean pulled his hands away.
Dean flipped their positions and reached down to pop the button on Castiel's pants. Castiel lifted his hips and Dean removed his pants and boxers in one smooth pull. He paused for a moment to admire the way Castiel was spread out on the bed, hair mussed, lips swollen, cock hard and flushed against his belly. He groaned and crashed his lips against Castiel's again, his tongue fucking in and out slowly.
Castiel's hips bucked when Dean fisted his cock, smearing pre-come along its length to ease the friction.
"Dean," he panted, "Dean, please." He spread his legs in invitation. "Please…"
"Fuck," Dean groaned, quickly kissing his way down Castiel's chest. He licked a stripe up Castiel's cock before taking the head into his mouth and sucking hard. One of his hands slid lower, behind Castiel's balls to brush across his entrance. Castiel arched up, and his cock nudged the back of Dean's throat making his eyes water. He pulled off with a slick pop, one finger still circling Castiel's hole.
"Top drawer," Castiel instructed breathlessly.
Dean rolled off the bed, shucking his pants on his way across the room. Once he had what he was looking for, he turned back to the bed to see Castiel staring at his body hungrily. Dean grinned and wasted no time before crawling back over to him.
He took Castiel's cock back into his mouth, relishing in the sharp salty taste that exploded across his tongue when he did. He snapped open the bottle of lube, slicked his fingers, and reached down to circle the tight muscle before pushing a finger in slowly.
Castiel's breathing turned ragged once he was in up to the knuckle and when he started to push back against Dean's finger, he added another one. He bobbed is head in time with the thrusting of his fingers, and it wasn't long before Castiel was writhing beneath him.
"Now, Dean. I'm ready, fuck me…" Castiel moaned.
He pulled his mouth slowly off Castiel's cock, and then sat back a little to quickly roll on a condom before slicking himself, and shifted until he was line up with Castiel's entrance. Castiel shifted his hips when Dean's cock nudged against him, impatiently trying to get closer.
He opened his mouth, most likely to tell Dean to get a move on already, but Dean leaned forward and captured his lips in a searing kiss, pushing the taste of him into his mouth before he could say anything.
Then Dean pushed forward a little and groaned into Castiel's mouth once the head of his cock was surrounded by tight heat.
Castiel gasped, and his legs wrapped around Dean, trying to bring him closer. It worked, and soon Dean was buried deep in Castiel. He rocked his hips in tiny little thrusts that turned long and deep when Castiel growled at him to Fuck me, dammit. And Dean did, thrusting hard and, from the sounds Castiel was making, hitting his prostate dead on.
It wasn't long before Castiel came, spilling between them and slicking both of their stomachs. His muscles clamped down hard around Dean and another deep thrust ripped his orgasm from him. He rode out the aftershocks and collapsed against Castiel, panting hotly against his neck.
Castiel sighed contentedly and ran his fingers through Dean's hair, fingernails catching lightly at his scalp and making Dean shiver. He let himself enjoy the soft touches for a moment before he pulled away and rolled off the bed.
He was back a minute later with a warm washcloth that he used to gently clean Castiel with. Castiel stretched under him and smiled at the attention. When Dean tried to get up again, thinking maybe he should leave, Castiel caught his wrist and pulled him back down.
"Stay," he said.
So Dean did.
* * *
When Dean woke up to find Castiel snuggled up against him, the first thing he did was pinch himself. Just to make sure.
"Good morning, Dean," Castiel mumbled, tossing a leg over his.
"Morning, Cas." Dean grinned at his sleepy face and sex hair.
Castiel started to lean in for a kiss, but something caught is eye over Dean's shoulder and he suddenly shot out of bed.
"I'm late for work," he said, frantically grabbing clothes and dashing toward the bathroom. Seconds later, Dean heard running water.
Dean looked at the clock. He didn't have to be to the garage for another hour, which was new. Maybe he could use this time to convince Castiel to bake a cherry pie today, he thought as he made his way into the bathroom.