Supernatural Oneshots (take 2)

Night Club -Destiel

⚠️Smut, not very explicit⚠️

Gabriel, Sam, Cas, and Dean are at a night club in Vegas after they've finished a case. It had been a long week of trying to find the creature and kill it, but they finally did it yesterday.

So today, they party.

It started off with a random bar and grill, but then it turned into bar hopping, and now they're at a night club raging with music, people, lights, and most importantly, alcohol.

Sam's pretty much sober, Gabe's absolutely wasted, and Dean and Cas have had one too many. They're not out of their mind wasted, but they're pretty damn close.

As Sam and Gabe got into an argument about healthy food, Dean got bored. "Cas, come dance." He said, turning to his best friend. Cas looked relieved that Dean finally took the hint and got them out of there.

Dean grabs Cas' hand and rushes onto the dance floor where they're surrounded by people dancing and grinding into each other. Dean laughs as he sees Cas look around, interested.

"C'mon, loosen up." Dean says, starting to move his hips to the music and raise his hands above his head, dancing... very well, actually. Cas looks at Dean and tried to mimic the movements he's making, but he can't seem to figure it out, so he rocks from one foot to the other, awkwardly.

"Dean, I don't know how to do this." Cas says over the loud music.

Dean looks at Cas and smiles, stopping his movements. "Okay, don't freak out." Dean says, placing his hands on Cas' hips and moving their bodies closer together. Cas' eyes go wide, but Dean just smiles. "Just move to the music." Dean says, moving both of them now.

Cas feels more awkward than before. He has no idea what to do with his arms, so he decides to copy Dean. He places his hands gently on Dean's hips and Dean doesn't even think twice before pulling them closer together, stomachs just inches away from each other.

As a new song comes on, Dean smiles widely and laughs. "You gotta move faster to this one, 's more upbeat." Dean explains, moving faster and watching Cas closely.

Cas looks around once again and sees many many men and women grinding against each other, laughing and smiling as they dance to the music. Cas looks back to Dean and closes the gaps between their bodies, their faces so close together. Cas starts to move his hips, brushing against Dean's, trying to look like the people around him, but when Dean's eyes go wide, he's not so sure if he should continue.

Cas stops abruptly and Dean shakes his head, pushing their crotches together, holding each other by their hips. Cas nods and picks back up.

After about a minute goes by, Cas can tell something's changed with Dean. Dean's head is inching closer to Cas' shoulder and his breathing is becoming quicker. "Are you okay?" Cas asks into Dean's ear.

"Y-yeah, fucking great." Dean stutters, feeling his pants get tighter and tighter with each movement that Cas makes. Cas can feel this and he smirks, pulling him and Dean tight against each other, making Dean let out a quiet moan. Now, Cas knows what he's doing. He can do this part.

Cas grinds into Dean, making Dean's eyes shut and his breath become more erratic. He knows he shouldn't be doing this with Cas, especially out in public, but he can't help himself. It feels too good.

"Cas." Dean breathes, laying his head on Cas' shoulder. Cas reaches his hands around Dean's waist and drops them on his ass, grabbing it harshly.

"Dean." Cas replies, smirking. Dean lets out a shaky breath, feeling himself about to lose it.

Cas pulls Dean's head off of his shoulder and looks him in the eyes, still grinding against him hard. Dean's eyes are almost shut as his mouth hangs open. Right as the song changes, Dean let's out a moan that turns heads towards them. Nobody seems to care, just interested.