Dean Winchester refuses to be that naive girl in the badly made mafia movie but there he is, falling over himself for Castiel Novak, the guy with the unexplained scars and dirty tongue.
Summary: Dean was not going to be that naïve girl in the terribly made mafia movie, so he tries to distract himself, but his act quickly crumbles when Castiel appears again and Dean is putty in his hands.
Warnings:it's just more smut; inappropriate use of pie; possessiveness; top cas/bottom dean; dirty talk; praise kink; some hand around throat action; finger sucking
Word Count: 5,710
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Dean was not going to be that person.
He was not going to be the naive girl in the terribly made mafia movie who can't go a single day without thinking of the mysterious and mysteriously scarred guy who screwed him once.
He wasn't.
That is not Dean. Dean Winchester has had plenty of one night stands and gladly never spoke to them again. Although none of them have ever made Dean cum twice, untouched at that. None of them have called him a "good little slut" either.
Dean tapped his pencil against his notebook, staring blankly at the classroom floor. The speckles in the tiles make him think about Castiel's eyes, electric blue with little swirls of black around the edges.
Dean shakes his head and grits his teeth, trying to focus all of his attention on his textbook. It had been over a week since that night, over a week since he has even seen Castiel, and all he can do is try to remind himself that he is not a 13 year old girl and he has no business thinking about him.
Of course that is easier said than done. Dean is distracted all week thinking about that night, replaying every single moment over and over again in his head. Multiple inappropriate boners were had during several classes throughout the week, Dean's dick just might fall off if he jerks off one more time.
"So, Lisa Braeden is having a party this weekend." Dean moves his attention from his half eaten sandwich up to Charlie, who was steadily smirking at him. He looked from Charlie to Benny, then back to Charlie with a raise of his eyebrows.
"So?" He asked, flicking his eyes between the. Benny had a similar smirk on his lips, but it faltered a bit with the furrow of his eyebrows.
"What do you mean, so? You've been wanting Lisa since she joined the cheer team," Benny said.
"Right," Dean looked down at his tray, trying to figure out what he would normally say. He blinked at his sandwich like it would give him the answer he needed. "I don't know, I just haven't been in the mood lately," he shrugged. He could see Benny and Charlie sharing a look in his peripheral but he didn't look up to see what that look was made of.
"Okay, who are you and what have you done with Dean?" Charlie asked, reaching across the table to poke Dean's forehead.
"Stop," Dean swatted her hand away with a weak grimace. "I just don't really feel like having a shitty one night stand with another shitty person at another shitty party. I'm sure Lisa is great, but I'm not feeling it anymore," he said.
