5D808E - Destiel

Chapter 6

They'd been talking for weeks. It felt like forever. It felt like they knew each other better than anyone else. At least, that's how it felt for Castiel. He couldn't say anything for Dean. 

And now they sat in Castiel's little flat, warm and comfortable on the couch, Castiel's legs draped over Dean's lap as he sipped on his honey-lemon tea, completely enjoying the moment. 

The flat was homey. Beautiful. Comfortable. A kitchenette off to the side against a brick wall laced with ivy. A squishy forest-green loveseat faces a window overlooking the cafe. A small bedroom off to the right, a bed with a gentle canopy over it. It was home. Castiel's one and only. He loved it.

And now he had Dean with him. For a small time. It felt like heaven. 

He drifted out of his daze as Dean placed a hand on his cheek, mumbling quietly, "You okay, angel?" 

The names Dean called him made smiles erupt across Castiel's face. Butterflies spread in his stomach. They had only recently become official but these weeks had been the best. "I'm okay, Dean."

"I actually wanted to talk to you about... something."

Castiel tilted his head to the side, "Something?"

Dean looked to the side, obviously flustered, "Uhm, a sex something."

Oh. "Uh, go ahead, Dean."

He crossed his arms over his chest, his jaw tensing slightly, "Your uh, what's your opinion on it?"

Castiel sat quietly for a moment. He'd never really thought deeply about it. But it was a simple answer. He set his teacup on his lap, his fingers still wrapped around it, "I don't mind it, really. But... I don't want it? That probably doesn't make any sense," He inhaled deeply, searching for the right words, "For example, I suppose, say you want to... have sex, I'll comply, right? But I guess I won't go and ask for it. 

"It's actually kinda weird to think about. So, if you want it one night I guess I'd be whatever you want me to be. And not to say I won't enjoy it, but I just won't ask you for it," Castiel brought his cup to his lips, mumbling against the rim of it, "I guess it's sorta on the spectrum of asexuality."

Dean thought for a moment, staring off into space, "So... what would that make your partner? Like some sort of a pillow prince? Princess?"

"I suppose." 

Dean gave a small smirk. Mischievous. "Awesome.'

Holy shit. What was he doing? Holy mother of god. No. No. Unholy. This was so far from holy. Opposite ends of the spectrum. 

Explain to both of us how kitty-licking the tip of someone's penis counted as holy. 

It fucking doesn't.

But here he was, probably giving the worst blow-job of his life. But Dean seemed to enjoy it. Just a little bit. I mean, if the way his eyes were half-lidded and how he bit his lip were any clue.

Oh but sorry, readers. Unfortunately for you, this is a dream. Maybe next time.

So, Castiel awoke. His crotch throbbing. What kind of a dream was that? He'd never really dreamt like that before. He'd heard as a teenager that it was normal. Healthy? Wet dreams were part of growing up. Sure he'd have them but it was just the liquid. No dreaming. Did that make him weird? He hoped the fuck not.

Had something Dean said triggered it? Oh, but now that lovely thought was with him. Maybe Dean was gonna be his little pillow prince. That made him smile. 

A/N ik ik the notes are gonna get annoying. im sorry this chapter isnt any good. im tired. i was ahalf asleep writing it. its kind of a filler while i try to figure out where im going with this (oh ik how it ends but the bridge between now and then is still being built). until i get more motivation  be on hiatus. literally its the only thing that gets me going. so, have fun. ill try to get it done. if its been more than a month, DM me and shout. literally. i love writing this. but having 5 followers isnt helping. how tf do ppl do this?