Extreme Temperatures
Title: Extreme Temperatures
Author xephwrites
Character(s)/Pairing: Dean, Dean/Castiel UST
Theme: spn_30snapshots Table 07 Leave Me Unholy And Dirty And Beautiful
Prompt: 11 - heated
Rating: hard R
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: Lets just say blanket s5, but nothing in particular
Summary: Dean indulges in a heat induced fantasy
Warnings: um, nothing, I think. If there's something you see that should be a warning, let me know.
Word Count: 618
Notes: This will be the only Dean/Cas installment in this verse. Why, you ask? Cause I've already got TONS of Dean/Cas stuff I'm working on. :)
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It’s a hot day in Sioux Falls. So hot, in fact, Dean has taken a seat in front of a fan, wearing nothing but a pair of cut off jeans, nursing a beer. The book about demons on his lap has been open to the same page for fifteen minutes. It’s too hot to gather the energy to turn the page.
“Bobby,” Dean called into the kitchen. “When are you going to get an air conditioner?”
Dean heard something to the extent of “shut up, you idjit,” from the kitchen. Dean swallowed the last of his now warm beer. He sent a longing look to the fridge twenty feet away. He knew thirst would override lethargy eventually, but not yet.
He heard the ruffle of Castiel entering the kitchen. Perfect timing.
“Cas,” he called. “Bring me a beer, would ya?”
“Get it yourself, idjit,” Bobby shouted back. Dean heard Cas saying something to Bobby before the unmistakable sound of a fridge opening and closing.
“Perhaps you should do it yourself next time,” Castiel said as he handed the ice cold bottle to Dean.
“Thanks, man,” he said, looking up at the angel.
Dean damn near swallowed his tongue.
Castiel had ditched the over coat and suit jacket. His blue tie was draped around his neck, the sleeves were rolled up and the first three buttons of the dress shirt were undone.
“Is everything alright, Dean,” Castiel asked, tilting his head slightly. Dean watched as a bead of sweat fell from behind Castiel’s ear, running down the long pale neck.
Dean had a fleeting thought of what an angel’s sweat would taste like.
“Yeah,” Dean said, shaking his head to get rid of the thought. “Didn’t think you’d be feeling the heat yourself.”
“One of the many drawbacks of my Grace fading,” Castiel said as he pulled up a chair. Once seated, he took the book from Dean’s lap. “Anything of interest?”
Dean caught sight of Castiel’s bare chest when he moved. Castiel, Jimmy rather, took good care of himself. Dean shook his head when Cas raised his eyebrows.
Castiel sat back in the chair and began to read. Dean couldn’t help but stare. He watched as the angel turned each page carefully. The back of his hand came up frequently to wipe the sweat off his brow.
Dean couldn’t help himself wonder what it would be like to have the angel underneath him. He bit back a soft groan, imagining the sweet and salty taste of Cas’ skin. He figured that the unruly hair would be soft and damp in his hands.
He sat and imagined the two of them, sweaty, hot and naked, tongues and hands roaming everywhere. He bit his lip at the thought of that pale flesh twitching, the angel arching up for more contact.
The heat would be unbearable, but worth it. His dick twitched in his cut offs. Dean would leave a long trail of bites down the side of the angel’s neck, down on to his chest. His tongue would trace every rib, and every ripple of muscle. He’d make Cas scream his name over and over and….
“Dean,” Castiel said, snapping him out of his fantasy. “I find your inappropriate thoughts very distracting,” the angel said calmly. Castiel turned another page in the book.
“I, uh,” Dean stumbled, a flush creeping up his neck. Bastard can still read minds.
“Perhaps you should do something else to cool yourself down,” Castiel commented, his eyes never leaving the book.
“Good idea,” Dean mumbled, standing from the chair. “Gonna take a shower.”
The water was cool and refreshing on Dean’s skin. He leaned back against the cold tiles, dick in hand, continuing his fantasy.
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Author xephwrites
Character(s)/Pairing: Dean, Dean/Castiel UST
Theme: spn_30snapshots Table 07 Leave Me Unholy And Dirty And Beautiful
Prompt: 11 - heated
Rating: hard R
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: Lets just say blanket s5, but nothing in particular
Summary: Dean indulges in a heat induced fantasy
Warnings: um, nothing, I think. If there's something you see that should be a warning, let me know.
Word Count: 618
Notes: This will be the only Dean/Cas installment in this verse. Why, you ask? Cause I've already got TONS of Dean/Cas stuff I'm working on. :)
~*~*~*~*~
It’s a hot day in Sioux Falls. So hot, in fact, Dean has taken a seat in front of a fan, wearing nothing but a pair of cut off jeans, nursing a beer. The book about demons on his lap has been open to the same page for fifteen minutes. It’s too hot to gather the energy to turn the page.
“Bobby,” Dean called into the kitchen. “When are you going to get an air conditioner?”
Dean heard something to the extent of “shut up, you idjit,” from the kitchen. Dean swallowed the last of his now warm beer. He sent a longing look to the fridge twenty feet away. He knew thirst would override lethargy eventually, but not yet.
He heard the ruffle of Castiel entering the kitchen. Perfect timing.
“Cas,” he called. “Bring me a beer, would ya?”
“Get it yourself, idjit,” Bobby shouted back. Dean heard Cas saying something to Bobby before the unmistakable sound of a fridge opening and closing.
“Perhaps you should do it yourself next time,” Castiel said as he handed the ice cold bottle to Dean.
“Thanks, man,” he said, looking up at the angel.
Dean damn near swallowed his tongue.
Castiel had ditched the over coat and suit jacket. His blue tie was draped around his neck, the sleeves were rolled up and the first three buttons of the dress shirt were undone.
“Is everything alright, Dean,” Castiel asked, tilting his head slightly. Dean watched as a bead of sweat fell from behind Castiel’s ear, running down the long pale neck.
Dean had a fleeting thought of what an angel’s sweat would taste like.
“Yeah,” Dean said, shaking his head to get rid of the thought. “Didn’t think you’d be feeling the heat yourself.”
“One of the many drawbacks of my Grace fading,” Castiel said as he pulled up a chair. Once seated, he took the book from Dean’s lap. “Anything of interest?”
Dean caught sight of Castiel’s bare chest when he moved. Castiel, Jimmy rather, took good care of himself. Dean shook his head when Cas raised his eyebrows.
Castiel sat back in the chair and began to read. Dean couldn’t help but stare. He watched as the angel turned each page carefully. The back of his hand came up frequently to wipe the sweat off his brow.
Dean couldn’t help himself wonder what it would be like to have the angel underneath him. He bit back a soft groan, imagining the sweet and salty taste of Cas’ skin. He figured that the unruly hair would be soft and damp in his hands.
He sat and imagined the two of them, sweaty, hot and naked, tongues and hands roaming everywhere. He bit his lip at the thought of that pale flesh twitching, the angel arching up for more contact.
The heat would be unbearable, but worth it. His dick twitched in his cut offs. Dean would leave a long trail of bites down the side of the angel’s neck, down on to his chest. His tongue would trace every rib, and every ripple of muscle. He’d make Cas scream his name over and over and….
“Dean,” Castiel said, snapping him out of his fantasy. “I find your inappropriate thoughts very distracting,” the angel said calmly. Castiel turned another page in the book.
“I, uh,” Dean stumbled, a flush creeping up his neck. Bastard can still read minds.
“Perhaps you should do something else to cool yourself down,” Castiel commented, his eyes never leaving the book.
“Good idea,” Dean mumbled, standing from the chair. “Gonna take a shower.”
The water was cool and refreshing on Dean’s skin. He leaned back against the cold tiles, dick in hand, continuing his fantasy.
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