random yaoi

Ammunition

Title: Ammunition
Author:ignalfire
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: NC-17
Words: 4038
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Sex and guns. Not combined.
Summary: Dean's breath hitches for a second, displacing a strand of hair beside Cas' ear and simultaneously breathing in the smell of his friend's skin. Of his soap and the moisturiser he uses, the oddly earthy scent of his shampoo and the light tang of his natural scent which still, even now, smells ethereal.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: Written for an anonymous prompt at eancaskink; 'Dean doesn't needs to teach Castiel much human things after he falls but he does need to teach him how to be a hunter. Teaching Castiel, say, how to shoot a gun, Castiel's back to Dean's chest, leads to some awkward hard-ons and then sex. Lots of sensuality please, with how it's like to either hold Castiel or how Castiel likes how close Dean is to him.'

Unbeta'd as usual, though I did give it a once over.

Despite Sam being the brother in possession of all of the patience it is Dean who keeps his eyes on Castiel as he adjusts to being human. Dean is the one that takes him out to the store to buy new clothes, helping Cas pick out which colours go well with each other and which clothes just need to be avoided at all costs. He's not much of a fashionista himself, but he has standards and has already told Cas if he doesn't dress himself properly he's not allowed in the Impala. But Cas doesn't need help or guidance getting dressed or undressed. Once Dean has pointed out how to turn the shower on and off Cas is fine with that too. He takes a long time, he's meticulously clean, but that's hardly a problem.

Dean teaches Cas how to shave, though Cas seems to prefer a slightly stubbled look, so after one or two attempts at wet shaving they graduate to electric razors and that's a piece of cake.

It takes Dean a little while to push away the images of the 2014 version of Cas when he's walking around with his rugged new look, but this Cas is so happy. And curious. Despite having all the knowledge in the world when it came to history and religion, now that he has to use simple people things he wants to know how toasters work, how televisions work, how microwaves work- it's exhausting and much like having a smart-ass toddler to look after.

But Dean runs through the bullet points in the How To Be Human handbook and Cas is fine. To the point where Dean is actually thinking about teaching him how to drive.

"Dean," Sam addresses him one day in the tone that suggests he's going to be giving his older brother a lecture. "You've run through pretty much everything with Cas-" he looks at Dean as though he expects him to be intuitive enough to fill in the rest of it for himself. Dean isn't.

"Yeah?" he asks. "He's a fast learner."

"Well yeah, but everything except the obvious stuff, Dean."

Dean frowns, thinking over what he's missed. Everything seems to be running smoothly, not even any teething problems. Cas is learning to cook, he dresses nicely, he cleans up after himself-

"Hunting, Dean," Sam cuts in, clearly bored of watching the cogs in his brother's mind struggle.

"What?" Dean's eyes begin to dart around the room, anywhere but on Sam. "He knows how to hunt. He's hunted with us-"

"As an angel, Dean. Not as a human."

"Well- yeah, but...there's not much going on these days. He doesn't really need to be involved..." Dean shrugs.

"Dean-"

"I mean, come on. It's just a salt and burn here and there. Some exorcisms. Heck, we haven't seen anything we haven't been able to kill with a spell in about a month."