With A Little Help Of My Friends
Title: With A Little Help Of My Friends
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1261
Summary: Cas needs help. Deans' help.
„I require your help.“
Upon hearing the angels voice,Dean turns around. It's been a long hard day, he’s pissed enough already and now the winged plague is back again. He stops short though when he actually sees the angel. Cas looks utterly miserable. Not only that, he’s also completely naked and holding his clothes in front of his vessels private parts. Considering various reactions like jumping the guy or laughing at him, Dean finally decides to go with a good old fashioned
“What happened?”
“It has been brought to my attention that humans enjoy showers not only for purely hygienically reasons-“
Dean suddenly had a vivid flashback to why exactly he had enjoyed his shower that morning…
“-but also to appear pleasant to others.”
Dean grins.
“Oh Cas, that wouldn’t have been necessary.”
The angel,as usually doesn’t get it and just stares at him blankly.
“So I guess you decided to take a shower. Still doesn’t explain this.”
“The problem is that before I took my shower I had to undress,which I did. Just not the way humans would. But there is no ‘angelic’ way to dress and I am not very familiar with the way humans dress.
Dean stares at him. Cas evenly stares back.
“You’re telling me you did some heavenly thing to get out of your clothes and now you can’t get back into them? I’m not going to tell you any of the things that come to my mind upon hearing this because a) you wouldn’t get them anyway and b) I’m much more interested in why you came to me with this?”
“I came here to ask for your assistance.”
Dean stares at him. Cas evenly stares back.
“My assistance?”
The angel nods.
“I don’t believe this. Fine. Hand that over.”
All he gets is a panicked look.
“Oh come on. You’re not seriously choosing now as the right moment to be modest? I’m not even going to look at you. I just want your clothes so I can tell you what to dress with first and how."
Cas throws his clothes at Dean and in a very ‘unangelic’ jump,saves himself behind the kitchenette. Dean rolls his eyes but doesn’t comment.
“Underwear. Boxer shorts. That’s the back,that’s the front. Leg in there and there. Get to work soldier."
The angel frowns down at the boxer shorts Dean has thrown at him.
“I am still not sure…Maybe it would help if you could demonstrate it.”
Dean stares at him. Cas avoids his eyes.
And maybe Dean almost believed the rest of this weird story but this? This sounds like Cas may not be so holy and above everything. This sounds like Cas may want the exact same thing Dean wants.
“Demonstrate it huh? Anything you wanna tell me Cas?”
He steps around the kitchenette and up close to him and Cas still can’t meet his eyes. Putting his hands on both sides of the body before him he leans closer still until their lips almost touch. And finally Cas’ eyes flicker up to him then settle on his lips.
“You know what I’m going to do now?”
he whispers and barely noticeable Cas shakes his head. Eyes still fixed on Dean’s lips.
Dean takes that moment to think,'cause Lord knows he has no idea what he's going to do either. It's not like he isn't totally out of his depth here as well.
"I'm going to help you learn how to dress now. And then,afterwards,if you're interested, I'm gonna show you how humans undress and how they undress each other. There you can have your demonstration by the way. And maybe after that I could interest you in a shared shared shower,"
he drawls into the angels' ear and waits.
For a second it looks like he might be about to point out the stupidity of getting dressed just to undress but then Cas simply nods.
Dean doesn't miss the sharp intake of breath when he takes the boxer shorts from Cas' hands and sinks to his knees,never breaking eye contact. Slowly he lets his hands travel over the strong legs before him,finally letting them settle on the left one. He pokes the angels' foot to let him know he's supposed to lift it up to make it easier for Dean to dress him.
Cas' foot catches in the fabric and it's not as gracefully as Dean had hoped to be able to do this but with the way the angels' gaze is trained on him,he's not so sure he noticed at all.
With Cas' hands on his shoulders he moves the boxer shorts up Cas' body,caressing the skin under his hands.
Dean has to stretch pretty far behind himself to get the trousers Cas brought with him and still stay on his knees. He manages though and again he helps Cas while his hands slowly travel over the skin before him. Not one word gets spoken between them. Not even when Dean is doing up the zip,breath hot on the fabric,touches changing between clinical and sensual, and eyes nervously flickering up now and again.
Feet have never been a turn on for Dean and so he just puts on the socks,bends down to bind the shoes. He hurries to stand,to be closer to the only skin left uncovered,closer to those full lips and closer to those baby blue eyes that always seem to look so deep inside of him and still find him worthy.
Elegant fingers fly softly over the sensitive skin as Dean does up button for button. Leaving goosebumps wherever they go.
Cas holds perfectly still as Dean lies the tie around his neck,titling up the angels head with one thump to have better access. He can smell him. There is no trace of sweat,not on the freshly showered body and not on the well used clothes. They smell faintly like fresh wind on a beautiful summers day.
Not that Dean would ever admit to thinking something like that.
Seeing his fingers on Cas' neck makes him want to just lunge forwards,lick and bite until the angel moans in pleasure. But the desire is soon under control again. That's not was this is about. It's supposed to be the result,yes but this is about making sure they both know what they're doing,making sure that they both want this. And making sure that,when it comes to actually gay sex Dean won't freak out.
The only thing that's left is the coat. Cas still plays doll,letting himself be manhandled into the positions Dean wants him. Still watching him intently.
And then it's done. The angel's dressed and Dean feels nervous as hell.
He's probably just about an inch taller than Cas but this close up he can still look down on him. Not only does that give him a nice view,it also makes it less new and strange when Dean leans forward to kiss his angel.
It's a soft,gentle and slow kiss. Cas' eyes flutter close the same moment he opens his mouth to let Deans' searching tongue in.
When they break apart,there is still silence between them. Ragged intakes of breath and cars driving by the only noises.
Dean takes a step back. Puts a smirk on his face full of false bravado and hopefulness.
"So,still interested in your demonstration?"
Cas' blinding smile is answer enough.
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1261
Summary: Cas needs help. Deans' help.
„I require your help.“
Upon hearing the angels voice,Dean turns around. It's been a long hard day, he’s pissed enough already and now the winged plague is back again. He stops short though when he actually sees the angel. Cas looks utterly miserable. Not only that, he’s also completely naked and holding his clothes in front of his vessels private parts. Considering various reactions like jumping the guy or laughing at him, Dean finally decides to go with a good old fashioned
“What happened?”
“It has been brought to my attention that humans enjoy showers not only for purely hygienically reasons-“
Dean suddenly had a vivid flashback to why exactly he had enjoyed his shower that morning…
“-but also to appear pleasant to others.”
Dean grins.
“Oh Cas, that wouldn’t have been necessary.”
The angel,as usually doesn’t get it and just stares at him blankly.
“So I guess you decided to take a shower. Still doesn’t explain this.”
“The problem is that before I took my shower I had to undress,which I did. Just not the way humans would. But there is no ‘angelic’ way to dress and I am not very familiar with the way humans dress.
Dean stares at him. Cas evenly stares back.
“You’re telling me you did some heavenly thing to get out of your clothes and now you can’t get back into them? I’m not going to tell you any of the things that come to my mind upon hearing this because a) you wouldn’t get them anyway and b) I’m much more interested in why you came to me with this?”
“I came here to ask for your assistance.”
Dean stares at him. Cas evenly stares back.
“My assistance?”
The angel nods.
“I don’t believe this. Fine. Hand that over.”
All he gets is a panicked look.
“Oh come on. You’re not seriously choosing now as the right moment to be modest? I’m not even going to look at you. I just want your clothes so I can tell you what to dress with first and how."
Cas throws his clothes at Dean and in a very ‘unangelic’ jump,saves himself behind the kitchenette. Dean rolls his eyes but doesn’t comment.
“Underwear. Boxer shorts. That’s the back,that’s the front. Leg in there and there. Get to work soldier."
The angel frowns down at the boxer shorts Dean has thrown at him.
“I am still not sure…Maybe it would help if you could demonstrate it.”
Dean stares at him. Cas avoids his eyes.
And maybe Dean almost believed the rest of this weird story but this? This sounds like Cas may not be so holy and above everything. This sounds like Cas may want the exact same thing Dean wants.
“Demonstrate it huh? Anything you wanna tell me Cas?”
He steps around the kitchenette and up close to him and Cas still can’t meet his eyes. Putting his hands on both sides of the body before him he leans closer still until their lips almost touch. And finally Cas’ eyes flicker up to him then settle on his lips.
“You know what I’m going to do now?”
he whispers and barely noticeable Cas shakes his head. Eyes still fixed on Dean’s lips.
Dean takes that moment to think,'cause Lord knows he has no idea what he's going to do either. It's not like he isn't totally out of his depth here as well.
"I'm going to help you learn how to dress now. And then,afterwards,if you're interested, I'm gonna show you how humans undress and how they undress each other. There you can have your demonstration by the way. And maybe after that I could interest you in a shared shared shower,"
he drawls into the angels' ear and waits.
For a second it looks like he might be about to point out the stupidity of getting dressed just to undress but then Cas simply nods.
Dean doesn't miss the sharp intake of breath when he takes the boxer shorts from Cas' hands and sinks to his knees,never breaking eye contact. Slowly he lets his hands travel over the strong legs before him,finally letting them settle on the left one. He pokes the angels' foot to let him know he's supposed to lift it up to make it easier for Dean to dress him.
Cas' foot catches in the fabric and it's not as gracefully as Dean had hoped to be able to do this but with the way the angels' gaze is trained on him,he's not so sure he noticed at all.
With Cas' hands on his shoulders he moves the boxer shorts up Cas' body,caressing the skin under his hands.
Dean has to stretch pretty far behind himself to get the trousers Cas brought with him and still stay on his knees. He manages though and again he helps Cas while his hands slowly travel over the skin before him. Not one word gets spoken between them. Not even when Dean is doing up the zip,breath hot on the fabric,touches changing between clinical and sensual, and eyes nervously flickering up now and again.
Feet have never been a turn on for Dean and so he just puts on the socks,bends down to bind the shoes. He hurries to stand,to be closer to the only skin left uncovered,closer to those full lips and closer to those baby blue eyes that always seem to look so deep inside of him and still find him worthy.
Elegant fingers fly softly over the sensitive skin as Dean does up button for button. Leaving goosebumps wherever they go.
Cas holds perfectly still as Dean lies the tie around his neck,titling up the angels head with one thump to have better access. He can smell him. There is no trace of sweat,not on the freshly showered body and not on the well used clothes. They smell faintly like fresh wind on a beautiful summers day.
Not that Dean would ever admit to thinking something like that.
Seeing his fingers on Cas' neck makes him want to just lunge forwards,lick and bite until the angel moans in pleasure. But the desire is soon under control again. That's not was this is about. It's supposed to be the result,yes but this is about making sure they both know what they're doing,making sure that they both want this. And making sure that,when it comes to actually gay sex Dean won't freak out.
The only thing that's left is the coat. Cas still plays doll,letting himself be manhandled into the positions Dean wants him. Still watching him intently.
And then it's done. The angel's dressed and Dean feels nervous as hell.
He's probably just about an inch taller than Cas but this close up he can still look down on him. Not only does that give him a nice view,it also makes it less new and strange when Dean leans forward to kiss his angel.
It's a soft,gentle and slow kiss. Cas' eyes flutter close the same moment he opens his mouth to let Deans' searching tongue in.
When they break apart,there is still silence between them. Ragged intakes of breath and cars driving by the only noises.
Dean takes a step back. Puts a smirk on his face full of false bravado and hopefulness.
"So,still interested in your demonstration?"
Cas' blinding smile is answer enough.