Requests and Challenges - Our Little Secret: Part One
Master Post
Title: Our Little Secret
Author/Artist: girlgotagun
Pairing(s): Dean/Cas
Full List of Kinks: micro-penis, first time, humiliation, hurt/comfort, dirty talk, oral, frottage
WARNING: N/A
Written for this prompt at spnkink-meme.
AN: I rarely make notes on here, preferring for my short fills to stand on their own, no matter the content, but I just want to clarify a bit: this fill technically takes place in Season Eight, for actually pretty inconsequential reasons, but as we all may remember, season eight was a wangst swamp and while I very much enjoyed it in the show, I’m pretty much gonna ignore the deeper issues in this fic. So, Dean’s 33, and they’re in the bunker, and everything else take with a grain of salt. No recent return from purgatory, no former madness, no aftermath of soulless!Sam, no Dean and Cas wangst over the angel tablet, blah blah blah. Okay? Okay. Let’s light this candle, then.
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Dean was exhausted. The previous night had involved an intense showdown with what was probably the nastiest witch that the Winchesters had tangled with to date, and they hadn’t gotten back to the bunker until just after four in the morning. Dean had poured himself into bed, not even bothering to remove his grime-and-gore-caked clothes, and instantly fallen asleep.
He was woken almost instantly-or at least it felt like it-by Sam’s annoying, poppy folk-rock bullshit blaring from the iPod dock in the kitchen. Dean let out a groan, rolling over to look at the clock on his bedside table, squinting hard as he confirmed that yes, it was in fact eight in the fucking morning. That bitch had slept less than four hours, and then decided the whole damned bunker needed to be awake with him.
Dean rolled over again, slamming the pillow over his head and trying to coax his mind back to sleep. After a minute, though, he had to accept that it wasn’t happening. His bladder was screaming at him to get out of bed, to release the building pressure, and he knew that once he actually got up and started moving around, he’d be up for the day. Hunters didn’t nap. Waste of time.
So he pulled himself out of bed, grumbling, and left his room, swaying into the doorframe as he tried to master his coordination of his body. It was quite a feat, half-asleep as he was. He finally made it to the bathroom and stripped down, figuring that after he pissed he’d go ahead and shower.
But when he leaned over the toilet, mindful of his early-morning lack of coordination as he braced one hand on the tank and reached for his dick with the other…
He missed.
This was alarming to Dean for a number of reasons, not the least of them being that he was thirty-three years old, meaning that his dick had been pretty much the same size for at least fifteen years. And as far as he knew, it had never suddenly relocated on him. So following that, his dick should be in exactly the same place it always was. He had plenty of contact with it over the years. So there was no reason that he should have reached for his dick and missed.
He looked down, dreading what he would find-or not find-and nearly passed out. It was a moment before he could react any further than that, and he just kept staring at his dick in horror until his brain abruptly switched into high-gear and he let out a loud roar.
“That fucking witch!”
~~~
Cas and Sam both looked up, startled, as Dean’s voice echoed through the bunker. They looked in the direction of the shouting, and then at each other, Sam’s eyes wide and Castiel’s narrowed.
“I’ll find out what’s happened.” Cas didn’t wait for Sam to respond before he was gone.
Sam shook his head, slightly amused at the fact that the angel still wouldn’t just walk from room-to-room, even after all of his years on earth. As for his brother, he wasn’t too worried about it. Mainly ‘cause he knew that Dean was wrong, that it had nothing to do with the witch.
He turned down the music as he heard the tell-tale rustle of feathers behind him, a small grin tugging at his lips.
“You shouldn’t have done that; I told you it would be a bad idea,” he said as he felt hands come to rest on his hips.
Grabriel pressed his face against the back of Sam’s shirt, hiding his smile in the soft, warm fabric.
~~~
Gotta be a curse…it had to be. That fucking witch last night must have managed to curse him before they finally ganked her. That was the only possible explanation. It was the only way he could go from nine inches to-in a generous estimate-two in just a matter of hours, barring radical surgery.
He nearly had a heart attack when he looked up and saw Cas standing in the bathroom, his head cocked slightly to the side and looking at Dean, his brow furrowed as though he were puzzled.
“You don’t appear to be injured,” the angel said, as though he could see nothing wrong with Dean’s current state.
“Not… Dammit, Cas, are you blind?” Dean’s voice was embarrassingly high, desperate in panic. “That bitch gave me a micro-dick!”
Cas took a moment to inspect the tiny penis, his eyes narrowed in confusion. “You’re saying that’s not its normal state?”
“No this isn’t its normal-” Dean gaped at Cas incredulously as he noticed the angel shift uncomfortably, his hand moving to adjust his slacks none-too-subtly. “Cas…are you…are you getting turned on?”
“I’m not sure why my body is getting aroused, Dean.” The angel looked down as though puzzled.
Dean let out a hysterical laugh. Great. This was pretty much the only thing that could make this worse. “Well cut it out, man! It’s weird!” He looked down again and let out a strangled sob-like sound. “Oh my god, I look like an infant!”
“Perhaps it’s a positive association in Jimmy’s brain and body, since he had a young child,” Cas mused, apparently unaffected by Dean’s plight. Figured the angel would be more concerned with the fucking physiology of his hard-on.
“Okay, I really hope, for the sake of his kid, that Jimmy does not have that sort of glitch going on in his hardware. Second, Jimmy had a daughter.” Dean felt his irritation picking up when Cas just stared at him blankly. “I don’t look like a girl, Cas!”
“Well, technically speaking, the clitoris and the penis are the same tissue, which in the presence of the Y-chromosome-”
“Goddammit, Cas, it’s not a fucking clit!” Dean couldn’t help it, his face flamed as he looked down again, inspecting the tiny dick. “It’s not that small…” Much to his horror, he felt like he was going to cry as Cas continued to watch him. And why shouldn’t he? His dick was all but gone!
“Perhaps it’s only so small because it’s flaccid.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “I seriously doubt that getting hard is magically going to add seven inches.”
Cas’ eyes flicked down to Dean’s shrunken cock again. “Seven inches? Really?” He furrowed his brow, trying to imagine it. “I would think it’s more appealing now.”
Dean didn’t know what to say to that, so he just continued as though the angel hadn’t spoken. “Besides, I think I’m going to have a hard time getting it up to test that theory.”
Cas’ eyes came up to meet his, and Dean saw that they were dark, glimmering with a strange heat. “I could be of assistance.”
Dean swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly very dry. It wasn’t like he had never thought about Cas that way-hell, sometimes it seemed like he thought about everyone that way, at one time or another. Dean wasn’t picky. But the idea of the angel touching him now, with over three-quarters of his normal size suddenly AWOL… Dean wasn’t too sure how that would go.
The angel stepped closer to Dean, lust-blown eyes locked with hesitant green ones. When he spoke, his voice was a low command. “Let me assist you, Dean.”
Dean inhaled sharply, taken aback by the sudden power he could feel radiating through the angel.
“… Okay.” He held up a hand, stopping the angel as he reached out. “But you breathe a word of this to Sam, and I swear, you’ll the be next one to lose a dick.”
The angel smirked. “You have my word, Dean. This will be our little secret.”
Continue to Part Two