Pool Party

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So I found this idea on Instagram from Tumblr and I was like hey let's write it. So cheers.

You can't spell subtext without S E X.

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Dean and Cas sat at the bar, each with some beer, talking about nothing in particular.

They had been on a hunt that morning while Sam was working a case with Jodie Mills down in Sous Falls. So Dean and Cas took a case of an angry spirit and for once burning the bones actually got rid of it.

So Dean brought Cas to a bar to celebrate. Or maybe just because he loved spending time with Cas. Or maybe because he just loved Cas.

Whatever the reason was, most likely the latter, they were having a good time.

"What's that Dean?" Cas asked, referring to the pool table at the back.

"It's a pool table." Dean replied only to get a signature confused head tilt from the trench coated baby.

"Here I'll just show you. Come on." He led Cas to the table and got a a cue stick. The game was already set up.

"This is a cue stick. You hold it like this..." Dean leaned down and lined it up with the cue ball. "And you line it up with that white ball, it's called the cue ball."

Cas nodded.

"Then you hit the cue ball and try and make it hit the first of those balls right there and make some of them go into the holes all around the table." Dean told Cas.

He stood up and handed the cue stick to Cas. "Line it up." he ordered. Cas grabbed the stick and held it awkwardly on the table.

"Um. No." Dean stated. "Put your hand under the..." Cas started fumbling. "You know what? Here." Dean grabbed Cas' hand and placed it the correct way.

He then lined up the stick for him. "You got it? Now hit the cue ball." Cas tried but he kept missing. "Can you please help me Dean?" he asked, giving the hunter puppy dog eyes that would make Sam proud.

"Yeah. Sure." Dean smiled softly, something he rarely ever does except when he's talking to Cas.

Dean stood behind Cas and grabbed his arms, he led Cas, helping him hit the ball.

"Okay so you're going to keep aiming for the one ball until you sink it." He whispered in Cas' ear.

"Then what?" Cas asked.

"Then you aim for two ball." Dean replied.

"What if two's sunk?"

"Then you aim for whatever ball is next."

They got to eight ball before one of the waitresses came over. "Can I get you two anything?" She asked.

"No thanks, Cas you want anything? It's on me." Dean asked, Cas shook his head. He was being very quiet tonight.

"You two are such a cute couple. I'll come back later." She said and left before either could protest.

Couple? Dean then realized that he was leaning up against Cas and whispering in his ear while they laughed and played pool together.

Well if everyone thought they were a couple it didn't really matter did it? He wasn't gonna complain.

They continued with the game until they had sunk all the balls. Dean gave Cas a kiss on the temple. "You did great." He said. Until he realized what he had just done.

All of the sudden he was pushed back onto the table and he felt lips on his which belonged to Cas. And you know what? Dean Winchester kissed him back with just as much lust and passion.

He licked Cas' bottom lip asking for entrance which Cas gladly gave him, Dean learned that he loved the taste of Cas better than pie and burgers.

Their tongues battled for dominance which Dean won when he cheated and squeezed Cas' ass making him gasp and allowing Dean to deepen the kiss.

Cas had one hand on the pool table and one up Dean's shirt while Dean had one on Cas' ass and the other running through his hair.

Cash had one of his legs in between Dean's and Dean was not complaining. Dean felt better then he had... well ever.

They broke apart panting.

"Dean?" Cas asked.

"Yeah?" Dean replied somewhat in shock.

"Can we uh... as they say 'take this to the bedroom'?"

"Oh hell yeah."

Let's just say they got a lot of noise complaints because Cas was not so quiet then.

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I'm actually super proud of this one.

K

Tanks for reading

~Emma

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