Destiel One Shots

Angel Laundry

category: smut

summary: Cas decides to help out with laundry, but instead only succeeds in getting dirty with a certain hunter.

Dean walked into the bunker only to discover that Cas was standing shirtless in the middle of the main room. He stumbled backwards and said, "Cas, man, what's up?"

Cas turned and smiled at Dean. "Hello, Dean. I was just doing some laundry. I know you and Sam don't like to do it, so I thought I'd help out. I just got some things out of the washer and was about to hang them up to dry."

As soon as those words escaped Cas' lips, a flurry of feathers nearly sent Dean back up the stairs. Castiel's wings were stretched out, black, big, and beautiful. Dean reached out to stroke a single feather, and Cas giggled. "Dean, stop it, that tickles!"

Dean laughed along but retracted his hand. "Besides," Cas said. "I need these."

"For what?"

"Laundry, of course."

Cas took some of the wet laundry from the basket in front of him and hung it on his left wing. Dean grinned. "That's... genius."

"I know. When I was a human, I saw that people used machines to dry their clothes. But I didn't think that was very efficient. So, this is my new method."

Dean chuckled. "Man, this almost makes me wish I had wings. This is friggin' brilliant, man."

A small smile played on the angel's chapped lips. He blushed. Thanks, Dean. I wouldn't call it brilliant, but . . .,"

"Oh, please, Cas this is a great idea! Plus," the hunter came up close and whispered for only Castiel to hear, "this way I get to see you shirtless."

Cas shivered as Dean began to nibble his ear. "Dean, I am trying to dry clothes."

"And I'm trying to get you to take your's off." He grabbed the angel's face in his hands and kissed him roughly. Castiel kissed back and found himself melting into the man's touch. Damn, he thought. When they said he was the righteous man they weren't fooling around. He unbuttoned Dean's red plaid flannel quickly and Dean shrugged his shoulders to rid himself of the article. Cas ran his fingertips down Dean's sculpted chest and settled his hands on the dark-blonde's waist. He squeezed the taller man's hips and leaned into to him, parting his lips with his tongue. Dean moaned when Cas reached down and cupped the growing bulge in his pants. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down quickly, taking his boxers with them. Castiel followed suit, and the two stood apart for mere seconds, eyes traveling down each other's bodies, taking in the view before smashing their lips together again. Dean backed up to the table and sat down on the edge. He hissed when his bare skin hit the glass surface but regained his composure and kissed his angel hungrily. One hand found it's way to Cas' ass and the other ran it's fingers through the angel's dark hair. "We should- should try and- and get to- to a bedroom." Castiel panted.

"You're probably right."

They didn't make it to the bedroom.

~~~~~

Sam walked into the bunker a few hours later after taking on a case. Alone. Dean had insisted on helping, but Sam wasn't gonna have it. "You need to tell Cas how you feel. I'm tired of the awkward eye contact and weird lingering touching. You guys have waaay too much tension. Get it together." Upon entering the main room, he saw that his wish had come true. And damn was there a mess to clean up. There were books strewn everywhere, papers scattered and- was that a chair? There were pieces of a broken chair on a table. And there, in the center of it all, lay Dean and Castiel, asleep, surrounded by- Oh GoD. Sam averted his eyes. They were both naked, and Sam wasn't willing to look again to confirm what he thought was puddling around them. "Guys!" he yelled, one hand covering his eyes. "Wake up!"

He heard Dean whisper, "Oh SHIT!" and shake Cas awake. There was a shuffling and a few scraping sounds.

"Can I open my eyes now?" Sam asked after a few minutes.

"Um, yeah, Sammy, you're good now." The two were fully clothed again, and they were both blushing. "We should probably get this place cleaned up."

Sam closed his eyes and nodded. "That's be preferable." He skittered out of the room and rushed down the hall. There were images seared into his brain from that encounter that he would never forget, but he was happy. His brother and his best friend were finally together. And when Dean was happy, so was Sam.