Supernatural Smut (Dirty Smut 18+)

I Wanna Rock With You (Castiel Smut)

It was a late Saturday night at the bunker, and you were the only one awake at the moment.

You knew Sam and Dean were knocked out asleep in the other two rooms, seeing how it was 3 a.m. It also didn't help that it was thunderstorming badly that night, causing you to constantly wake up by the loud thunder and hard rain. Your room was pitch dark; the only light coming in was from the lightning outside. You watched a horror movie on Netflix with your cell phone while casually finishing up a piece of pie that Dean let you have earlier but never ate. You couldn't help it that you got the late-night munchies. You looked up, seeing a tall, dark figure appear in front of your eyes at the foot of your bed. You breathed, trying hard not to scream loudly as the figure approached you. You almost jumped three feet off the bed.

A bolt of lightning suddenly lit up the room for a few seconds, realizing who the dark figure was. You held a hand to your chest, feeling a sense of relief. "Good fucking grief Cas," you exclaimed while catching your breath, "you just about scared the living shit out of me just now." "Sorry (Y/N), I didn't mean to frighten you." You tried to observe him as you could feel him sitting on the bed next to you. You and Castiel became really good friends over time. Through the good and bad times between you, Sam, and Dean, he somehow stuck by your side, almost watching over you to protect you. But secretly, you couldn't deny the attraction and the feelings you grew to have for the innocent angel. He was like a beautiful creation to you that God literally sent. He got up to turn on the lamp on your nightstand before returning to sit on the bed with you.

"Maybe you shouldn't be watching a scary movie with bad weather," he chuckled. "Cas, it's three in the morning, and I couldn't sleep; plus, I was hungry." You pointed to the nightstand, where the empty plate sat with small crumbs and a spoon to show him. "I see," he said, going silent. You decided to ask, "Why did you come to see me this late, Cas?" "I just wanted to see if you were doing okay since I haven't stopped by to see you in a few days." "Yeah, you know how Sam and Dean are with hunting," you giggled. You spoke again, "It's great to see you, though, Cas." "It's great to see you also (Y/N/N)," he replied. You noticed as he nervously shuffled around and looked more anxious than usual. You started to wonder what was up with him. As you watched him, you thought, I wonder what he looks like underneath his trench coat and trousers.

Hoping that your thoughts weren't too loud, you tried to ignore them and push them aside before he noticed.

He stared into you as you both sat on the bed. "Have they been rough on you, or are you just doing research," Cas asked curiously. "Mostly just research," you reply while looking at him, "they don't let me hunt much since they don't want me to get hurt. Honestly, I would prefer to have you by my side if I were allowed to hunt." "What makes you say that?" His puppy dog eyes were staring into yours with curiosity, making you nervous as you started to blush. "Because I know you would keep me safe from harm and not let anything happen to me," you sheepishly admitted. You could tell that he didn't know how to respond but gave you a soft smile instead. "Would you like me to keep you company until you fall asleep," he finally managed to ask. "Yeah, sure, of course, Cas. Hop into bed with me."

As he nervously got in, you laid down and slid over to make room. He laid down next to you, letting you snuggle into his chest. "Thanks for doing this, Cas; it's really comforting." "You're welcome (Y/N)," he responded, kindly smiling. You felt yourself becoming more nervous with each passing second as you eye-striped him with each piece of clothing, wondering what his dick looked like. You started to wish he would kiss you softly and passionately and rock your world like there's no tomorrow. Not realizing he could completely hear your thoughts, he whispered, "Your thoughts are quite loud, (Y/N)." Your heartbeat increased as embarrassment flowed through you, not daring to respond as your cheeks were bright red. "Shit, I'm sorry," you finally managed to mutter. "Don't be (Y/N/N); it's perfectly normal to be aroused late at night," he responded. He carelessly made you look up at him by pulling your chin. "How long have you felt that way," he asked.