Supernatural Oneshots (take 2)

TSEOAW pt 2. -Destiel

I'm going to write each thing Cas asked Dean about in part one of this story, The Side Effects Of A Witch.

Part One in the series of kinks: "Tie you up?" Obviously SMUT

After their hunt, Dean, Sam, Cas, and Gabe returned to the bunker, all of them finally out of the closet. Dean is super nervous about what he said he'd let Cas do to him, but it's been a week and Cas hasn't done anything yet... maybe he's just a tease.

Cas walks into the bedroom where Dean's laying down on his phone, scrolling through twitter. "Hey babe, how was your day?" Dean asks, setting his phone down and smiling. He loves the newly found domesticity between the two.

"Stressful." Cas replies, flopping onto the bed, face down into his pillow. He's been trying to regain heaven's trust to try and have an ally when something goes wrong again.

"I'm sorry, Cas. What'd they do today?" Dean asks, pulling Cas' trench coat and suit jacket off, starting to massage Cas' shoulders.

Cas sighs at Dean's touch. He really needs this. "Interrogated me for hours, asked me about my 'relations with the Winchesters,' wanted to know if my intentions were true." Cas says, groaning and nodding when Dean hits a knot in his shoulder. Dean works out the knot with his thumbs and when it's gone, reaches his hands under Cas' shirt.

"What'd you say about the relations one?" Dean asks, nervous that Cas told them that Dean and him are together now.

"I said that they're the same as they used to be..." Cas says hesitantly, worrying if Dean wouldn't like that answer.

"Good," Dean says, making Cas let out a sigh of relief. "We don't need any angels coming after us for being together." Dean smiles, feeling Cas' back flush hot and red as Dean runs his fingertips along it.

"Y-yeah. That's what I was thinking." Cas says, feeling Dean's hands on him, making him want to touch Dean. Cas rolls over and looks up at Dean who's sitting up, bare chested, and sweatpants hanging low on his hips. "God, you look gorgeous." Cas sighs, eyeing up the perfect man who he's lucky enough to call his boyfriend.

Dean blushes, smiles, and looks down at his hands that are now in his lap. "C'mon, don't be shy, now." Cas says, smirking. Dean looks back up at him and leans in quickly, catching their lips together in a heated kiss.

Cas smirks as he has an idea. He pushes Dean down to lay on his back and he straddles the hunter's thighs. "You know what we talked about when you were under that spell?" Cas asks, pulling away from Dean's lips and looking down at the man, smirking.

"Hmm." Dean pretends to thinks. "Which part?" Dean asks, smiling up at the angel.

"Don't be a smartass." Cas smirks, thinking and making ropes appear in his hands. Dean's eyes go wide with excitement as he sees Cas lean forward and tie Dean's hands together and raise them above his head. Cas, then, ties his hands to the bedframe, smirking as Dean looks up at his hands that he can't move.

"Fuck, Cas." Dean breathes, feeling himself start to get hard at what's happening. Cas smirks and thinks, making all of Dean's clothes disappear. Dean gasps at the cold air hitting all over his body, but he doesn't complain.

Cas takes another rope and makes knots around both of Dean's ankles, also tying them to the bedpost, spreading Dean out just how he wants him. "Look so beautiful all tied up and helpless." Cas says, palming himself through his pants.

Dean watches as Cas starts to move his hand around, giving himself some friction, and he groans, "Cas, touch me."

"Where are your manners?" Cas asks, unbuckling his belt. He slides it through the loops and runs the leather over Dean's thighs that are twitching as he tries to squeeze them together to get friction.