Supernatural Oneshots (take 2)

Flirting-destiel

⚠️smut warning⚠️

Cas and Dean are best friends, they always have been, but Cas wants more and he's over hiding it. The two are on a hunt, just them two, Sam was going on another hunt and to hang out with his boyfriend in the meantime.

Dean and Cas get back to the motel from the hunt and Dean plops down on the bed exhausted. They thought they were going up against a few vamps, but when it was a whole nest, they were clearly surprised, but they still killed them all.

"I'm going to take a shower." Cas grunts, covered in dirt and vamp blood. Dean hums saying okay and Cas adds on, "You're welcome to join." As he tosses his trench coat onto Dean's bed.

"What the hell." Dean mutters, wondering if he heard that right.

He lays on his bed, not moving for twenty minutes, contemplating if he heard that right and if he would have joined Cas if he processed that quicker, he came to the conclusion that he would've.

Cas gets out of the shower, throwing on some random sweatpants he stole from Dean and walks out to see Dean in the exact same position that he was in when he left. Cas just assumes he fell asleep, but when Dean rolls over with a confused expression, Cas laughs slightly.

"Cas what the hell was that?!" Dean asks, wanting to make sure everything is straightened out before he makes any kind of move.

"What?" Cas asks, smugly, plopping down on his stomach on the bed further down than Dean. He looks up at Dean and notices Dean staring at his ass.

"Did you just flirt with me?" Dean asks, confused but nervous.

Cas laughs and rolls onto his back, looking up at the ceiling, he's not going to hide it anymore... He's noticed Dean's stares for a few months now, his looks, everything. He knows it won't ruin anything if he said anything.

"Yeah I have been for the past 12 years, thanks for noticing." Cas says, laughing slightly.

"Dude!" Dean says, sitting up.

"What? It's true." Cas says, sitting up and looking at Dean. He can tell that Dean is checking him out, staring at his torso, his abs, his v-line, everything about him makes Dean stare.

"Cas.." Dean breathes out, he's scared.

"No Dean it's fine if you don't want to do anything about it I just was done ignoring the staring and obvious checking each other out." Cas says simply, laying back down on his back. He shuts his eyes, seriously if Dean doesn't want anything it's fine. He's gone twelve years without being anything more than friends with him, he can deal.

Cas starts to drift off to sleep when he feels weight on his stomach. He opens his eyes and Dean is straddling him carefully, not sure if he should.

"Cas you're right, I like you, I stare at you and check you out at every chance I get, I've noticed all of it, but I wasn't sure if you meant it how I wanted you to. I'm still not sure if you do..." Dean says.

Cas smiles and sits up, pushing Dean into his lap. "I do." Cas says, wrapping his arms around Dean's waist. Dean puts one hand on Cas' cheek and the other on the back of his neck.

Dean slowly leans in, his breath mixing with Cas'. They're both breathing harder since this has been a long time coming, but the suspense of it all makes it so nerve racking.

Cas gets impatient with how slow Dean is going, he gets it, yeah, but he wants to kiss Dean already. He pulls Dean in closer and connects their lips together, Dean breathing in through his nose at the contact.

Dean smiles widely as he feels Cas' hands running along his spine. It's all so new but so familiar. Cas breathes out a laugh as he pulls back, he's just so happy that this happened.