[fic] Dean's Mission for hitzusin
Gift type: Fanfic
Title: Dean's Mission
Author: starryfif2
Recipient: hitzusin
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2673
Warnings: Teeth rotting smoop. Fluffiness. And delicious pie. (Is that really a bad thing?)
Spoilers: Set during season 6, shortly after Sam gets his soul back.
Summary: Dean learns Castiel has never tried pie. Dean needs to correct this grievous wrong. Stuff happens.
Author notes: First of all, I hope you like this and Merry Christmas! I want to apologize for the shortness of your gift. While I started this right upon receiving my assignment, I just couldn't seem to make a smutty story happen. I am so, so sorry. I did, however, manage to include all of your likes, and use your first prompt! I hope that makes up for the lack of porn!
It's their first hunt after the averted Apocalypse, a simple salt and burn. Sammy is resouled, and shockingly enough it was easy and though the spirit of the murdered woodsman does show, he is harmless enough. Dean manages to blast him away with a well aimed shot and Sam douses and sets the body aflame.
It's great.
Dean and his brother are eating at a diner a couple of miles from where they laid the spirit to rest, and Dean is enjoying his pie. He takes another piece of the cherry, a small smile on his face as he watches the steam rise from the perfectly heated dessert.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” A voice says, startling Dean so badly his hand shakes the piece of pie off the fork where it falls onto the table.
“Geeze, Cas! You made me drop my pie!” Dean complains. There's no way he's going to eat pie that fell on the dubiously clean table.
Castiel blinks owlishly. “I apologize. I thought you had noticed my arrival.”
Sam snorts but doesn't look up from his laptop. “When Dean has pie, he blocks the whole world out.”
“That is something I have never experienced.” Castiel says simply.
It takes Dean a few minutes, and two more bites of pie, before Dean connects the dots. His eyes fly open with his shock and land on the angel's face. Castiel sits across from Dean, his expression serene, which, considering what Dean just figured out, is unacceptable.
“Cas,” Dean whispers, because he is horrified, “You've never tried pie?” Castiel tilts his head and peers at the mostly eaten pie on Dean's plate. There's only one more bite, and Dean shoves it towards the angel without waiting for his answer.
Castiel gently moves the plate back towards Dean. “I thank you, Dean, but I must leave now. I just wanted to stop by and see how you and your brother were doing. It is unusual for you not to call for my assistance at least once a week. I will try your favorite dessert another time.”
Dean huffs in annoyance as Castiel vanishes with a flutter of wings. Sam is watching him with badly hidden humor. Dean stabs the last piece of pie viscously and glares at the pieces of crust and filling as it falls back onto his plate.
“I don't call him that often!” Dean pushes the pie filling around on his plate moodily and tackles the bigger issue. “How can he ignore such deliciousness?”
Sam laughs. “It sounds like you're talking about something dirty.” He laughs again at Dean's blank look. “You're a clueless idiot.”
Dean grins. “That's why you love me.”
Sam smiles back. “Yeah.”
****____****
A day later, Dean thinks his brother is about to strangle him. He doesn't mean to keep bringing up Cas and pie, and Cas' apparent lack of putting it in his mouth (And why did Sam look first horrified and then amused when Dean said that last part?) but it's really bugging him. He can't seem to stop himself from bringing up the fact that Cas has never tried pie up.
“Look, Dean,” Sam says later that night, as he's settling onto the creaky motel mattress. “If it's really bothering you that much, buy Cas a pie and make him eat some.”
It's so simple Dean is surprised he didn't think of it himself. “That's a good idea Sammy.”
“I am the smart one in the family.” Sam says smugly.
“Bitch.” Dean means it lovingly.
“Jerk.” Dean hears the love back.
Dean goes to sleep with a smile on his face, and plans forming in his mind.
****____****
It's almost a week before Dean can buy some apple pie and ice cream to go with it. The supernatural world seems determined to ruin Dean's plans, and the case of victims drowning in their bathtubs takes an obscene amount of time to solve.
It takes Sam and Dean almost a full day to realize the water spirit they thought was responsible wasn't actually real. The real culprit laid a false trail for the hunters that would inevitably arrive when people started drowning in such a strange fashion, and sought to distract them until the real murderer could flee.
It almost works too, but Dean notices an alter concealed by some bushes when he trips over a root and looks just the right way to his left. It's after finding the alter that Dean and Sam put the pieces together and realize they're dealing with a witch.
It isn't long before they find Maureen O'Haley and bring her to justice. Dean still nearly drowns in a puddle before Sam shoots her. Fucking witches.
****____****
“You called for me?” Castiel says two days later.
Dean nods and motions for the angel to sit down at the motel table, which the angel does. Dean can feel Cas's eyes boring into his back as he goes to the microwave and takes out a warm piece of pie. Dean's smiling as he sets the dessert in front of the angel.
“There!” Dean says with flourish. “Dig in and enjoy.” Dean frowns when Cas only looks at the dessert and doesn't eat. “Is there something wrong with it?” Castiel shook his head and takes a small bite.
Dean watches closely as the angel chews the dessert. His heart is pounding with fear. What if Castiel doesn't like the food? What's he going to do then? Pie is delicious, and pie is a necessary part of life. It is unthinkable for someone not to like pie. Even Sammy, with all his whiny girly habits, likes pie.
A moan from the angel draws Dean's attention back to Castiel. The angel's eyes are shut, and he's moaning as he swallows the piece.
“So you like it?” Dean asks, hope blossoming in his chest.
Castiel blinks a few times before he responds. “It is indeed delicious.”
Dean watches as Castiel practically inhales the rest of the food. There's no other word for it. In less time than it takes for Dean to breathe and swallow, the rest of the rather large piece of pie Dean cut for the angel is gone.
“Is there more?” Castiel asks.
Dean nods and points to the counter. Castiel is there in the next instant, and rips off the plastic wrap covering the pie. The angel forgoes the fork still on the table and digs into the dessert with his bare hands. It's the angel digging into the pie like a savage that spurs Dean into action.
Dean touches Castiel's shoulder tentatively, trying to block out the obscene moans falling from the angels mouth as he chews. Cas's shoulder is firm and solid under Dean's hand, and Dean squeezes reflexively.
“Um, Cas,” Dean says. He winces as Castiel digs out another giant handful. “I think you need to slow down, man.” Apple filling smears around Castiel's lips as he turns and looks at Dean. “I know pie is awesome, but you need to slow down.”
“Slow down?” Castiel asks, like the thought of not eating pie is incomprehensible. Dean feels that way sometimes after his second piece of pie, still hungry for more, but Sam is ready to pay and leave. Dean has never, as much as he loves his pie, wanted to eat more so badly that he started eating it with his bare hands.
“Yes,” Dean says slowly. He tries to drag the angel away from the pie, but he stops when Cas lets out a noise of distress. “I think you've had enough.”
Castiel looks down at the nearly demolished pie, and the apple filling coating his hands with sticky goodness. Dean licks his lips. It looks delicious. Mmmm. Dean wants some of the apple pie himself, but he's not brave enough to try and get between a ravenous angel and his dessert.
“I believe you are right.” Cas pats his stomach with one sticky hand. “My stomach hurts, and yet I am reluctant to stop eating.”
Dean barks out a laugh. “That's pie for you. Delicious and addictive.” Dean motions for Castiel to follow him, which, after casting another longing look towards the pie, he does.
“Wash your hands, Cas, you're a sticky mess.” Dean starts the tap in the bathroom and moves aside so Castiel has room. Dean has one foot outside the door when he turns back to take a look at the angel. His heart stops when he catches sight of Castiel licking his palm, lapping up the filling coating his palm.
“What are you doing?” Dean asks in a strangled voice.
“I do not want any pie to go to waste.” Cas says simply.
Dean knows it's a bad idea, but he can't seem to stop himself from striding over to the angel and licking over the angel's palm. Apple cinnamony goodness bursts over his taste buds, and Dean's eyes close from how freaking good it tastes.
Dean can't stop licking at Castiel's palms like he's a kitten. He keeps licking until he's cleaned Castiel's palm, and even then he keeps on going, Castiel's palm warm against his mouth and the skin of his face. Castiel's pants are loud in the relative quiet of the room, the tap water a quiet roar in the background.
Castiel suddenly draws Dean back with his other hand. Dean can feel how Castiel's palm sticks to his hair, before that hand drops down to cradle his cheek. Castiel's eyes are warm and tender, and the love and devotion Dean sees in the angels eyes humbles Dean. He knows he's not worthy of Castiel's love, and not just because of what happened in Hell. He's done a lot of bad things in his life, sleeping with chicks and leaving them, lying and stealing, not to mention all of the crimes he's committed in the name of hunting...
Castiel's wide blue eyes take up his vision as the angel leans near breaking Dean out of his thoughts. “You are worthy, Dean,” Castiel say softly. “You are the most honorable man I know.”
“Yeah, but-” Before Dean can continue, Cas is turning his head and lapping at the sticky smear left behind by his hand. Dean's breath stutters in his throat, and his mind goes completely blank. Cas's tongue is warm and wet as it laps up the pie filling smeared on Dean's cheek. Cas's hands are unmovable on Dean's shoulder, and they keep him rooted to the spot.
“Cas,” Dean breathes. He isn't sure what he's trying to say, but the angel doesn't seem to mind. He turns Dean's head again, so he's facing Castiel and their eyes can meet, and then his mouth is pressing against Dean's for the first time.
Dean's back hits the sink, and the dull pain barely registers as Castiel's body blankets his. His mouth is firm and the angel easily surrenders control to Dean. Dean licks at the angel's mouth and bites gently at his lip until Castiel's mouth opens on a soft gasp. It feels a little like Heaven as their tongues move together.
It isn't until something soft keeps brushing against his face that Dean opens his eyes and reluctantly breaks off the kiss. Dean can't see them completely, but he sure as Hell can feel the wings brushing against his skin. Dean's hand shakes as he reaches towards seemingly empty air and encounters downy softness.
“Can I see them, Cas?” Dean asks.
Castiel nods and it's like they're back in the shed the first time Dean laid eyes on Castiel; there's lightning and Dean can see the black impression of wings. Only this time Dean's hand is buried in one of Castiel's wings, the feathers almost satiny under his fingers.
Castiel moans and presses Dean harder against the sink. His eyes are seemingly bottomless pools of blue from the desire coloring them. The wing under Dean's fingers draws in towards Castiel, resting against his back. Dean thinks he can feel the heat from Castiel's body warming the feathers.
“Let's take this somewhere more comfy.” Dean gasps. He has just enough brain cells left to reach behind him and turn off the water. He doesn't want the bathroom to flood while Castiel blows his mind in the other room.
Castiel moves them to the bed and it's there, blanketed under an angel, that Dean feels complete for the first time since his Father died. Castiel's body is perfect against his. And, well, his cock is perfect too as it it pounds into his body, his filling covered hand covering Dean's mouth so that Dean can lick up the remaining taste. Dean's tongue against Castiel's palm and his hand buried in Castiel's feathers drives the angel crazy.
And really, this was not what Dean had in mind when he called Castiel down for pie. And yet, as Castiel hits Dean's prostate with a perfectly aimed thrust inside Dean's body, it's so much better. Not only did Castiel try the deliciousness that is pie and it drove him mad from its succulent taste, but Dean also gained Castiel in the way he'd been craving but never could admit to himself.
And as cliché as it to think, even in the safety of his own mind, he's complete now.
****____****
It's almost six hours later, and two more rounds of mind-blowingly good sex that Dean remembers he bought something to go along with the pie. It almost doesn't seem worth it to mention, curled against Castiel's side with the angel's arm wrapped around his waist in what is definitely not cuddling, but Dean still feels like he should clue the angel in.
“I had vanilla ice cream to go with your pie.” Dean says
“I believe the pie is all but gone.” Castiel says. Dean thinks he hears regret in the angel's voice.
“You sure did a number on that pie, Cas. Very caveman of you, eating with your fingers.”
“Many cultures eat with their fingers, Dean,” Castiel says in what Dean secretly thinks of as his professor voice.
“Who are you, Sammy?” Dean says, before, “Ugh! I don't need to mention Sammy after we've had sex.” Dean shudders.
“We should get more pie.” Castiel says after a minute of silence.
Dean's smile is wide, and he pats Castiel fondly. “I created a monster. But,” he leans up and closer to Castiel and kisses his shoulder. “I think we should put the icecream to use. I want to lick it off your skin.”
Castiel's eyes darken with lust and he vanishes from the bed for a second and returns with the tub of vanilla icecream. It's almost two hours before they leave the motel room, and Sam asks them why they smell like vanilla.
There are some things little brother's don't need to know. And as Castiel's shoulders brushes against Dean's, he thinks this is one.
****____****
Sam still manages to walk in on them a day later, and finds out they're together then, so Dean thinks Sam not knowing about their relationship was a stupid thought. It's still funny as Hell to hear Sam bitch about needing to bleach his eyes.
Cas still wants to eat more pie, and have sex with Dean, which Dean counts as a win.
Title: Dean's Mission
Author: starryfif2
Recipient: hitzusin
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2673
Warnings: Teeth rotting smoop. Fluffiness. And delicious pie. (Is that really a bad thing?)
Spoilers: Set during season 6, shortly after Sam gets his soul back.
Summary: Dean learns Castiel has never tried pie. Dean needs to correct this grievous wrong. Stuff happens.
Author notes: First of all, I hope you like this and Merry Christmas! I want to apologize for the shortness of your gift. While I started this right upon receiving my assignment, I just couldn't seem to make a smutty story happen. I am so, so sorry. I did, however, manage to include all of your likes, and use your first prompt! I hope that makes up for the lack of porn!
It's their first hunt after the averted Apocalypse, a simple salt and burn. Sammy is resouled, and shockingly enough it was easy and though the spirit of the murdered woodsman does show, he is harmless enough. Dean manages to blast him away with a well aimed shot and Sam douses and sets the body aflame.
It's great.
Dean and his brother are eating at a diner a couple of miles from where they laid the spirit to rest, and Dean is enjoying his pie. He takes another piece of the cherry, a small smile on his face as he watches the steam rise from the perfectly heated dessert.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” A voice says, startling Dean so badly his hand shakes the piece of pie off the fork where it falls onto the table.
“Geeze, Cas! You made me drop my pie!” Dean complains. There's no way he's going to eat pie that fell on the dubiously clean table.
Castiel blinks owlishly. “I apologize. I thought you had noticed my arrival.”
Sam snorts but doesn't look up from his laptop. “When Dean has pie, he blocks the whole world out.”
“That is something I have never experienced.” Castiel says simply.
It takes Dean a few minutes, and two more bites of pie, before Dean connects the dots. His eyes fly open with his shock and land on the angel's face. Castiel sits across from Dean, his expression serene, which, considering what Dean just figured out, is unacceptable.
“Cas,” Dean whispers, because he is horrified, “You've never tried pie?” Castiel tilts his head and peers at the mostly eaten pie on Dean's plate. There's only one more bite, and Dean shoves it towards the angel without waiting for his answer.
Castiel gently moves the plate back towards Dean. “I thank you, Dean, but I must leave now. I just wanted to stop by and see how you and your brother were doing. It is unusual for you not to call for my assistance at least once a week. I will try your favorite dessert another time.”
Dean huffs in annoyance as Castiel vanishes with a flutter of wings. Sam is watching him with badly hidden humor. Dean stabs the last piece of pie viscously and glares at the pieces of crust and filling as it falls back onto his plate.
“I don't call him that often!” Dean pushes the pie filling around on his plate moodily and tackles the bigger issue. “How can he ignore such deliciousness?”
Sam laughs. “It sounds like you're talking about something dirty.” He laughs again at Dean's blank look. “You're a clueless idiot.”
Dean grins. “That's why you love me.”
Sam smiles back. “Yeah.”
****____****
A day later, Dean thinks his brother is about to strangle him. He doesn't mean to keep bringing up Cas and pie, and Cas' apparent lack of putting it in his mouth (And why did Sam look first horrified and then amused when Dean said that last part?) but it's really bugging him. He can't seem to stop himself from bringing up the fact that Cas has never tried pie up.
“Look, Dean,” Sam says later that night, as he's settling onto the creaky motel mattress. “If it's really bothering you that much, buy Cas a pie and make him eat some.”
It's so simple Dean is surprised he didn't think of it himself. “That's a good idea Sammy.”
“I am the smart one in the family.” Sam says smugly.
“Bitch.” Dean means it lovingly.
“Jerk.” Dean hears the love back.
Dean goes to sleep with a smile on his face, and plans forming in his mind.
****____****
It's almost a week before Dean can buy some apple pie and ice cream to go with it. The supernatural world seems determined to ruin Dean's plans, and the case of victims drowning in their bathtubs takes an obscene amount of time to solve.
It takes Sam and Dean almost a full day to realize the water spirit they thought was responsible wasn't actually real. The real culprit laid a false trail for the hunters that would inevitably arrive when people started drowning in such a strange fashion, and sought to distract them until the real murderer could flee.
It almost works too, but Dean notices an alter concealed by some bushes when he trips over a root and looks just the right way to his left. It's after finding the alter that Dean and Sam put the pieces together and realize they're dealing with a witch.
It isn't long before they find Maureen O'Haley and bring her to justice. Dean still nearly drowns in a puddle before Sam shoots her. Fucking witches.
****____****
“You called for me?” Castiel says two days later.
Dean nods and motions for the angel to sit down at the motel table, which the angel does. Dean can feel Cas's eyes boring into his back as he goes to the microwave and takes out a warm piece of pie. Dean's smiling as he sets the dessert in front of the angel.
“There!” Dean says with flourish. “Dig in and enjoy.” Dean frowns when Cas only looks at the dessert and doesn't eat. “Is there something wrong with it?” Castiel shook his head and takes a small bite.
Dean watches closely as the angel chews the dessert. His heart is pounding with fear. What if Castiel doesn't like the food? What's he going to do then? Pie is delicious, and pie is a necessary part of life. It is unthinkable for someone not to like pie. Even Sammy, with all his whiny girly habits, likes pie.
A moan from the angel draws Dean's attention back to Castiel. The angel's eyes are shut, and he's moaning as he swallows the piece.
“So you like it?” Dean asks, hope blossoming in his chest.
Castiel blinks a few times before he responds. “It is indeed delicious.”
Dean watches as Castiel practically inhales the rest of the food. There's no other word for it. In less time than it takes for Dean to breathe and swallow, the rest of the rather large piece of pie Dean cut for the angel is gone.
“Is there more?” Castiel asks.
Dean nods and points to the counter. Castiel is there in the next instant, and rips off the plastic wrap covering the pie. The angel forgoes the fork still on the table and digs into the dessert with his bare hands. It's the angel digging into the pie like a savage that spurs Dean into action.
Dean touches Castiel's shoulder tentatively, trying to block out the obscene moans falling from the angels mouth as he chews. Cas's shoulder is firm and solid under Dean's hand, and Dean squeezes reflexively.
“Um, Cas,” Dean says. He winces as Castiel digs out another giant handful. “I think you need to slow down, man.” Apple filling smears around Castiel's lips as he turns and looks at Dean. “I know pie is awesome, but you need to slow down.”
“Slow down?” Castiel asks, like the thought of not eating pie is incomprehensible. Dean feels that way sometimes after his second piece of pie, still hungry for more, but Sam is ready to pay and leave. Dean has never, as much as he loves his pie, wanted to eat more so badly that he started eating it with his bare hands.
“Yes,” Dean says slowly. He tries to drag the angel away from the pie, but he stops when Cas lets out a noise of distress. “I think you've had enough.”
Castiel looks down at the nearly demolished pie, and the apple filling coating his hands with sticky goodness. Dean licks his lips. It looks delicious. Mmmm. Dean wants some of the apple pie himself, but he's not brave enough to try and get between a ravenous angel and his dessert.
“I believe you are right.” Cas pats his stomach with one sticky hand. “My stomach hurts, and yet I am reluctant to stop eating.”
Dean barks out a laugh. “That's pie for you. Delicious and addictive.” Dean motions for Castiel to follow him, which, after casting another longing look towards the pie, he does.
“Wash your hands, Cas, you're a sticky mess.” Dean starts the tap in the bathroom and moves aside so Castiel has room. Dean has one foot outside the door when he turns back to take a look at the angel. His heart stops when he catches sight of Castiel licking his palm, lapping up the filling coating his palm.
“What are you doing?” Dean asks in a strangled voice.
“I do not want any pie to go to waste.” Cas says simply.
Dean knows it's a bad idea, but he can't seem to stop himself from striding over to the angel and licking over the angel's palm. Apple cinnamony goodness bursts over his taste buds, and Dean's eyes close from how freaking good it tastes.
Dean can't stop licking at Castiel's palms like he's a kitten. He keeps licking until he's cleaned Castiel's palm, and even then he keeps on going, Castiel's palm warm against his mouth and the skin of his face. Castiel's pants are loud in the relative quiet of the room, the tap water a quiet roar in the background.
Castiel suddenly draws Dean back with his other hand. Dean can feel how Castiel's palm sticks to his hair, before that hand drops down to cradle his cheek. Castiel's eyes are warm and tender, and the love and devotion Dean sees in the angels eyes humbles Dean. He knows he's not worthy of Castiel's love, and not just because of what happened in Hell. He's done a lot of bad things in his life, sleeping with chicks and leaving them, lying and stealing, not to mention all of the crimes he's committed in the name of hunting...
Castiel's wide blue eyes take up his vision as the angel leans near breaking Dean out of his thoughts. “You are worthy, Dean,” Castiel say softly. “You are the most honorable man I know.”
“Yeah, but-” Before Dean can continue, Cas is turning his head and lapping at the sticky smear left behind by his hand. Dean's breath stutters in his throat, and his mind goes completely blank. Cas's tongue is warm and wet as it laps up the pie filling smeared on Dean's cheek. Cas's hands are unmovable on Dean's shoulder, and they keep him rooted to the spot.
“Cas,” Dean breathes. He isn't sure what he's trying to say, but the angel doesn't seem to mind. He turns Dean's head again, so he's facing Castiel and their eyes can meet, and then his mouth is pressing against Dean's for the first time.
Dean's back hits the sink, and the dull pain barely registers as Castiel's body blankets his. His mouth is firm and the angel easily surrenders control to Dean. Dean licks at the angel's mouth and bites gently at his lip until Castiel's mouth opens on a soft gasp. It feels a little like Heaven as their tongues move together.
It isn't until something soft keeps brushing against his face that Dean opens his eyes and reluctantly breaks off the kiss. Dean can't see them completely, but he sure as Hell can feel the wings brushing against his skin. Dean's hand shakes as he reaches towards seemingly empty air and encounters downy softness.
“Can I see them, Cas?” Dean asks.
Castiel nods and it's like they're back in the shed the first time Dean laid eyes on Castiel; there's lightning and Dean can see the black impression of wings. Only this time Dean's hand is buried in one of Castiel's wings, the feathers almost satiny under his fingers.
Castiel moans and presses Dean harder against the sink. His eyes are seemingly bottomless pools of blue from the desire coloring them. The wing under Dean's fingers draws in towards Castiel, resting against his back. Dean thinks he can feel the heat from Castiel's body warming the feathers.
“Let's take this somewhere more comfy.” Dean gasps. He has just enough brain cells left to reach behind him and turn off the water. He doesn't want the bathroom to flood while Castiel blows his mind in the other room.
Castiel moves them to the bed and it's there, blanketed under an angel, that Dean feels complete for the first time since his Father died. Castiel's body is perfect against his. And, well, his cock is perfect too as it it pounds into his body, his filling covered hand covering Dean's mouth so that Dean can lick up the remaining taste. Dean's tongue against Castiel's palm and his hand buried in Castiel's feathers drives the angel crazy.
And really, this was not what Dean had in mind when he called Castiel down for pie. And yet, as Castiel hits Dean's prostate with a perfectly aimed thrust inside Dean's body, it's so much better. Not only did Castiel try the deliciousness that is pie and it drove him mad from its succulent taste, but Dean also gained Castiel in the way he'd been craving but never could admit to himself.
And as cliché as it to think, even in the safety of his own mind, he's complete now.
****____****
It's almost six hours later, and two more rounds of mind-blowingly good sex that Dean remembers he bought something to go along with the pie. It almost doesn't seem worth it to mention, curled against Castiel's side with the angel's arm wrapped around his waist in what is definitely not cuddling, but Dean still feels like he should clue the angel in.
“I had vanilla ice cream to go with your pie.” Dean says
“I believe the pie is all but gone.” Castiel says. Dean thinks he hears regret in the angel's voice.
“You sure did a number on that pie, Cas. Very caveman of you, eating with your fingers.”
“Many cultures eat with their fingers, Dean,” Castiel says in what Dean secretly thinks of as his professor voice.
“Who are you, Sammy?” Dean says, before, “Ugh! I don't need to mention Sammy after we've had sex.” Dean shudders.
“We should get more pie.” Castiel says after a minute of silence.
Dean's smile is wide, and he pats Castiel fondly. “I created a monster. But,” he leans up and closer to Castiel and kisses his shoulder. “I think we should put the icecream to use. I want to lick it off your skin.”
Castiel's eyes darken with lust and he vanishes from the bed for a second and returns with the tub of vanilla icecream. It's almost two hours before they leave the motel room, and Sam asks them why they smell like vanilla.
There are some things little brother's don't need to know. And as Castiel's shoulders brushes against Dean's, he thinks this is one.
****____****
Sam still manages to walk in on them a day later, and finds out they're together then, so Dean thinks Sam not knowing about their relationship was a stupid thought. It's still funny as Hell to hear Sam bitch about needing to bleach his eyes.
Cas still wants to eat more pie, and have sex with Dean, which Dean counts as a win.