Destiel One Shots

The Other Side AU

The sun had only just begun setting. Cas knew this because he had to turn on a light and make the home less dependent on the natural glow of the star to not trip over his own feet.

He moved carefully about most of the time, each movement precise. An articulate man you might say, and sealed deals at his firm with an iron fist. His reputation more than proceeded him, luckily also that he had a trusting way about him.

However he had one weakness: his boyfriend.

"Dean!" Cas called out, "Charlie messaged me; she's taking us out tonight to this Haunted House thing-"

He stopped talking and trailed off his words as he saw Dean, said boyfriend, come down the stairs. "I know."

Cas gulped as Dean approached, drinking in the sight of him slightly swaying his hips and biting his red lip back.

He was wearing very tight, black pants Cas had never seen before. They outlined Dean's cock, still very sizeable and thick soft. Tucked into it was silver handcuffs which hung below Dean's v-line, the softly tanned skin of the rest of Dean's body was thinly covered in sweat and moisture.

Cas' eye line trailed up to the perky nipples he couldn't wait to latch his lips around them. Dean's green eyes blinked, eyelashes fluttering, and it reminded Cas of the first time they met.

To top it all off he had one of those fake cop hats resting above his porcupine hair. A smirk came to rest on those lips as he stopped.

"Arrest me, officer," Cas willingly offered himself up, pushing his arms forward. Dean reached out and held them by the wrists gently.

Cas' eyes at this point were almost comically wide in shock, excited fear and arousal. Dean reached up with a hand to cup Castiel's face and stroked his cheek bone and down his jaw, taking his time, making Cas keen into the touch. At the chin he massaged his thumb before pressing a small, chaste kiss on his nose.

"Have you been bad, Angel?" Dean smoothly asked.

Cas gave a little nod before nestling up to Dean and draping his hands around his shoulders. He tucked his head into the crook of Dean's neck and relished the embrace.

One of Dean's hands came around his shoulder and stroked lightly. Before he could continue his plans any further a knock came from the door.

"Charlie," they both sighed at the same time.

Sure enough, once Dean and Cas had pulled on numerous lays of jumpers, Charlie answered the door with a bright smile. Her hair was tied up and she had a rather skimpy outfit she wouldn't pick for herself in a million years. It was probably Gilda's idea.

"You two look flustered, hope I didn't interrupt something," Charlie smugly spoke, hands on hips.

"No, no, we were just getting ready," Cas rambled. "Give us a few minutes and we'll come out to the car."

"Okay!"

Dean couldn't have shut the door quicker on his best friend as he shoved Cas back into it and pursed his lips together, planting them on Cas'.

Pinned, Cas couldn't do anything but let Dean take over his lips and control the moans, touching him in all the right places. "Dean, I think we-" he was cut off again by Dean refusing to stop the grinding and making out.

"They can wait," he huffed out before attacking Cas' lips again.

"This can wait until we return, you sex addict," Cas teased but at least made Dean stop. The man drew slowly away and looked down in shame. "Hey," Cas held Dean's face up to meet his, "one hour and we'll be back, I promise."