Destiel Fluff

Ice cream

"Botheration."

Dean looked up from the article he was reading and smiled at his angel. They had been driving back to the motel after successfully finishing a case but had stopped for ice cream. Currently situated in a layby in California, Dean had vanilla and Cas had strawberry. Dean had made Cas sit on the bonnet to save his upholstery.

"What's up Cas?"

"I seem to have spilled my ice cream, Dean."

"Oh, that's okay. Just lick it off, it'll be fine."

After around a minute of contortions, Castiel fell off his perch.

"Cas,"

"Yes, Dean."

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I am attempting to lick off the spillage, like you told me to."

"Okay. Then why did you fall off of my car?"

"The spillage is difficult to access."

Dean hopped down after munching the last of his cone and stood over his angel, who was sitting in a heap, trench coat rumpled.

"Cas, do you need a hand?"

"Yes, Dean, I believe I do."

Dean helped Cas up and sat him on the roof of the Impala.

"Now, where is this spillage of yours?"

Cas unfolded his hands to show Dean the pink splodge covering his crotch. Dean tried desperately to cover his snigger.

"C'mere. I'll sort that out for you."

Dean lay on his stomach so that his head was level with Castiel's crotch, and made eye contact as he licked a patch of ice cream with the tip of his tongue. He watched his angel's eyes widen as he hardened under Dean's mouth.

"I'll sort that out too..."

Cas gasped with pleasure as Dean gripped his hips and nuzzled his erection.

"Dean,"

"Yes, Angel,"

"I think that the ice cream may have seeped through my outer clothes."

"Oh, yeah? Then I'd better do this..."

Dean swiftly unbuckled Castiel's belt and tugged at his trousers, pulling down his boxers with them. He flicked his lover's head with the tip of his tongue then took him in fully. The moans escaping Castiel's lips made Dean Lust for him even more. He swirled his tongue around and around until Castiel arched his back and ground his hips against him.

"Dean, my love, please. Do not stop."

In answer, Dean sucked harder, finding Castiel's sweet spot and teasing it until the evidence of his angel's pleasure filled his mouth and the moans abated. Utterly exhausted, they both slipped back into the Impala and curled up together on the backseat. Snuggled together, Dean promised himself that he would text Sammy in the morning to let him know where they were, but for now he was content to forget the world with his own piece of heaven.

"Dean." Cas murmured sleepily.

"Yeah, Cas." Dean replied, equally as tired.

"I think that I like ice cream."

Dean smiled in response as soft snores emerged from Castiel's sleeping mouth.

"I love you, Cas."

"I love you too, ice Dean."

And with that, they both slept, dreaming of ice cream and each other.

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Sorry, guys! this started out as fluff and then, boom! smut. I guess I should have put a warning at the beginning. Love you lots xxx