Destiel One Shots ~Smut~

The Season Of Giving.

Hey!
Long time no write. Sorry I've not been active for months. I thought I'd write this as a late Christmas present. 🎄
PS: Sorry my writing skills are 'rusty'. 😆
But I'm going to start uploading again.
Enjoy.

"Christmas?" Castiel questioned, tilting his head to the side in confusion. "Yeah Christmas. Santa, reindeer, elves..." Sam explained. "Real elves?" Cas' eyes widened in surprise. "Well no... I thought you'd know all about it. It all started with the birth of Jesus" The younger Winchester continued to explain. "Well Sam I don't know anyone named Jesus. I'm not sure I've met him... Is he a friend of yours?" Cas stared at Sam intensely. "Never mind" Sam laughed. "Just read this. It'll explain the whole thing" the hunter pushed his laptop in front of Castiel.
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"Hello, I'm back!" Dean called out, as he entered the bunker. He was met with complete silence. Weird... he thought as he walked down the stairs, into the map room. Usually someone was there to to greet him, or at least call out from another room. But nothing. It was eerily quiet, and Sam hadn't mentioned going out anywhere. In fact he and Sam were supposed to go out and grab a beer after Dean's hunt. The older Winchester was suspicious, as any hunter would be. He slowly walked into the library with his hand on the blade in his pocket.

"Anyone here?" Dean called out again.
But Silence. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, everything was as it should be. Perhaps he was just being paranoid. It wouldn't be the first time. Dean walked out into the hall, and noticed a bright light coming from down the corridor. "What the hell" he mumbled, walking toward it. The light was coming from his own bedroom. Rays of rainbow, beaming through the crack under the door.

Dean pulled the blade out of his pocket, and cautiously opened the door. He had no idea what he was about to face, and wasn't taking any chances. "Merry Christmas!" Castiel called out. Dean dropped the blade on the ground, and looked around the room in shock. He had never seen so many fairy lights, and sparkly things in his life. "Cas! What the hell!" he exclaimed. "Its the season of... giving! I read this is what you do for the ones you love at this time of year. Or at least I think this is what it meant" Castiel trailed off, trying to remember exactly what Sam had shown him.

Dean laughed a little. "Well it certainly is something" the hunter scratched the back of his neck. He picked up his blade from the floor, and put it away. "Well I'm glad I won't be needing that" Dean admitted. He closed the drawer to his dresser. Castiel watched Dean's every move intently. "Do you like it?" The angel asked, feeling a little unsure of Dean's reaction. He was still not the best at social interaction, even after all these years. "Yeah Cas it's great" Dean smiled, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He wasn't actually too fond of his rooms new look, but knowing Castiel went to all this effort just for him was enough to fall in love with it.

"Thank you" Dean turned to look at the blue eyed angel. Castiel gave a fond look of admiration. The angel was sat crossed legged in the middle of the bed. He didn't spend too much time in Dean's room. He knew his best friend needed his space, and sleep. But Cas always missed Dean when he wasn't around.

"And you love me, huh?" Dean smirked, cutting off Cas' trail of thought. "Well yes Dean. I am capable of feeling such emotion" Castiel seemed confused by the question. "I thought that is what friends do, love each other? Although my love for you rather differs from my love for Sam..." Cas carried on. "Differs how?" Dean asked curiously. Castiel was confused himself. He hadn't felt this type of love before. He just knew it wasn't the same type he felt for his other friends. He thought of ways to explain to Dean.

After a few seconds of thought the angel had an idea. "Can I show you how it differs?" Castiel asked, inching closer to Dean. "Yeah man" Dean hesitated, he was just as confused now. The hunter didn't know what he had just agreed to. Cas was pretty unpredictable at times. "I have never wanted to do this with anyone else" Cas blushed a little. "Do what?" Dean questioned, but his question was soon answered when Castiel's lips met his. Dean sat stiff as a board for a few seconds as Castiel kissed him. He pulled back, and looked at his friend with wide eyes.

"Sorry... was that a bad example?" Castiel panicked. "I'm sorry" he started to move off of the bed. Dean grabbed him by the collar of his trench coat, and pulled him closer. Their lips instantly crashed together, moving in sync like they'd done this a thousand times. Dean cupped Castiel's cheeks in his hands, and stroked them with the pads of his thumbs. Their kiss was soft and sweet. It was full of love that had built up over their many years of friendship. Castiel was right. The love they shared was different to their other friends. It was much more. Something undeniably perfect.

Dean slowly pulled away, still holding Cas' cheeks in his hands. "No, that was a pretty good explanation" he chuckled. The angel smiled widely, before being pushed backwards by Dean. The hunter straddled the angel, leaning down to kiss him again. Castiel's hands ran down Dean's back slowly. He enjoyed this very much. So much so that something was happening in the angels pants.

The older Winchester broke the kiss, and pressed their bodies together. Dean hovered over the angel, their lips still inches apart. Castiel looked up into those endearing green eyes. His heart was beating a hundred miles an hour. "I want to make you feel good" Dean whispered. "I do feel good..." Castiel croaked in confusion. "Shhh" the hunter cut him off with a soft peck on the lips. "A different type of good" Dean explained. He slowly began to grind his hips into Cas, causing their clothed crotches to rub against each other.

Castiel gasped at the new sensation. "Do you like that?" Dean asked in a raspy whisper. "Yes Dean" Castiel let out a soft moan, and bucked his hips up into the hunters. "I can make you feel even better" Dean smirked. He sat up and ran his hands down the angels chest until they met his belt. "Would you like that?" Dean asked, looking for consent. "Please" Cas whined, he was already desperate, and missing the contact.

Dean nodded, and unbuckled the angels belt. He removed it in one swift motion. He then got to work removing Cas' pants, and sliding off his briefs. Out sprang Castiel's hard cock. Dean couldn't help but lick his lips. His own length throbbing in his jeans. "Let's leave this on" Dean tugged at Castiel's trench coat. "It looks good on you" he added, with a small smirk. He'd always thought the angel looked hot in his coat and tie. Castiel nodded in agreement.

The angel couldn't take his eyes off of the hunter. His heart was beating so fast, he was sure Dean could hear it. Cas watched as Dean kissed down his chest, inching closer and closer to his aching cock. The anticipation was killing him. Finally Dean pressed a gentle kiss on the tip, and took Cas' dick in hand. He spat on it, and started jerking him off. This was where Castiel lost it. He moaned out loudly, having never felt this sensation before. It felt so much more pleasurable, knowing that it was Dean touching him in this way.

"Fuck" Dean mumbled, speeding up his hand movements . He loved the noises coming from the angel. The hunter leaned down, and flicked his tongue over Castiel's slit. He earned a loud groan from the angel urging Dean to continue. He wrapped his lips around the tip of Cas' cock, and began sucking gently, before taking half of his length in his mouth. "Ah Dean!" Cas moaned out gripping the sheets. Castiel was so lost in pleasure, he was barely able to speak. The angel had never felt anything like this in his life.

Dean began bobbing his head up and down. He had built up a rhythm. Slow at first, gradually picking up the pace. The hunter closed his eyes taking the whole of Cas' cock in his mouth. He choked himself on it, before pulling off. Just to do you the same thing over and over again. Castiel's body twitched, his stomach tied in knots. His moans got louder and louder, his body trembling, sweat dripping from his forehead. Dean began massaging the angels thighs, as he choked himself on his cock. It was hard to believe this was Dean's first time with a dick in his mouth.

Dean knew the angel was close. He moved his head up and down a few more times, before pushing it as far down as he could. He took the whole of Castiel's length down his throat. He choked and spluttered, but took it all with tears in his eyes. Castiel grabbed the hunters hair in his hands, thrusting his hips up into the air. "Dean.. D-Dean" he moaned loudly, fucking up into Dean's throat. Cas had his eyes closed tightly, chasing his orgasm. Nothing else mattered in that moment.

With a few more thrusts he had reached his limit. He came hard, hitting the back of Dean's throat with his cock. Dean gagged and swallowed as much as he could. He then attempted to pull his head back up for breath. Finally Cas let go of the hunters hair, his arms flopping onto the bed. Dean pulled off, trying to catch his breath. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked up at the sweaty angel. "Wow" Cas whispered, staring at the ceiling. Dean laughed, and came up to lay beside the angel. He rested his head on Cas' chest, and closed his eyes.

"I love you too by the way" Dean whispered.

Merry Christmas kiddos.
I'm not going to reread this sooo I apologise for any grammatical errors.