Collection of Destiel

Night Drive

Smut. Warning for explicit descriptions of sex (is that how you word it? I have no idea). Skip this if you are uncomfortable with reading sex. Still new to this whole writing smut thing so let me know how I did. 

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"Ouch." A deep groan rumbled through the car. "Watch where you stick your elbow."

"Sorry." Rustling echoed as the fallen angel shifted against the hunter's chest until his elbows were tucked against his chest. "We didn't think this through."

Dean rolled his eyes in the darkness as he wrapped left arm around Cas' waist and pressed them both against the back of the seat. "It's fine. We'll make it work."

Cas nodded as he shivered from the cold night air seeping in through the holes of the Impala and tried to bury himself impossibly further into Dean's chest. "It's cold."

"Thank you, Captain Obvious, for the weather report." Dean sighed, knowing he wasn't angry at Cas but at the fact that the motel in this small town had been completely booked and he was too tired to drive anywhere else. "Tuck your hands under your arm pits."

Cas struggled to shift, afraid of falling backward onto the floor of the car, but gave up after a minute. "There isn't enough room for two grown men-"

Dean was going to close his eyes to sleep when he felt the shivering from the fallen angel pressed against his front. Instead he sat up as awkwardly as he could on his side and started to fumble to crawl over the driver's side seat. He didn't want to have to do this because he didn't want his battery to die but he also didn't like the thought of Castiel freezing to death. With some stretching he managed to stick the keys into the ignition and start the car.

As he settled back in his place against the back of the back seat, Castiel practically tackled him. "Thank you, Dean."

"No problem, sweetheart. I'll just stay awake and when you're warm and asleep I'll shut it off." Dean ran his fingers through his boyfriend's hair to soothe him.

Cas hummed in the back of his throat as he pressed a chaste kiss under Dean's chin. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Dean still couldn't stop his heart from skipping a beat when he said those words. "Now go to sleep."

After a couple minutes, that felt like eternity, Dean found his nose buried in Cas' hair inhaling the fruity shampoo the fallen angel had started to use during his time at the bunker. Dean sometimes wondered what his hair had smelled like before he had fallen, he wondered if it would still smell like home to him.

"Dean." Cas' voice was low and heavy. "I'm still cold."

"It takes a little while for Baby to heat up, sweetheart. Give it a couple more minutes."

"I have read that skin to skin contact will warm people up." Cas pressed his mischievous smile against Dean's neck. "I would really like to be warm, Dean."

Dean couldn't help the chuckle as he pulled back from Cas and easily tugged his flannel off of his shoulders. They both tried to sit up as best as they could as they shed layers of clothing. Cas grunted when the zipper on his (really Dean's) jeans got caught. Dean shook his head with a smile as he reached down to help out. When his fingers grazed along the fabric beside the zipper he felt clear arousal in the other man.

"How can you get it up if you're so cold?" Dean joked when he managed to get Cas' zipper down and the fallen angel was hurriedly ripping his jeans from his legs.

Cas looked up at him through his lashes with a playfully dangerous look. "Because my boyfriend is very hot."

Sometimes Dean forgot that Castiel was once an Angel of the Lord. The hunter pushed down his own jeans but stopped in his movements when they were both in their boxers. Most of the times that they had sex they were hurried. There were nights in the bunker that they could take it nice and slow and explore each other's bodies. Dean felt a searing warmth pool in his abdomen when he realized they could take it nice and slow tonight.