random yaoi

the tale of the awkward boner

Title: The Tale of the Awkward Boner (AO3)
Author:[Bad username: angel_kink]</lj> ngel_kink
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Word Count: ~5500
Spoilers: Vague season 5
Warning: Surprise!boner, mostly PWP
Summary: Cas has a, um, problem. He and Dean have an incredibly awkward conversation about it.

A/N: I've been writing A LOT of top!Cas lately so I decided to switch it up and put him on the bottom. I'm also been writing a lot of rough stuff and wanted something sweet and kind of funny. Cue awkward!boner and schmoopy virgin sex fic.

Dean left Sam at the bar to continue flirting up the waitress that had been eyeing him all night. Sam may or may not end up actually pursuing anything with her, but at least Dean was giving him a window for it. Hell, she was giving him a window for it. You don't tell someone what time you are getting off work unless you intend on meeting them afterwards. Unfortunately it didn't look like the same thing was in the cards for Dean that night so he resigned himself to returning to the motel room by himself. Well, and a bottle of Jack that he picked up from the corner store.

What he didn't expect, however, was for Cas to be standing there in the middle of the motel room when he opened the door. Dean would have jumped, but he was used to the angel popping in now days that he just sighed. "Hey," Dean muttered as he shut the door behind him. "How did you know where-"

"Bobby," Cas interrupted. "He informed me of your whereabouts as I was sifting through his library."

Dean just nodded and toed off his shoes by the door and set the bottle of Jack on the counter. "Well, why are you here, exactly? Another looming crisis around the corner?"

"Besides the apocalypse? No. I merely wished to check in on you."

Dean raised his eyebrows as he removed his jacket. "'Check in?' I'm a big boy, Cas. I don't need you checking in on me."

"I know," Cas said as he put his hands in his pockets. "I just haven't seen you in a week and," he trailed off. After a second he straightened up and looked Dean in the eyes. "Are you well?"

Dean laughed and collapsed onto the lounge chair in the corner of the room. "As well as a guy who helped start the apocalypse can be, yeah. I guess I'm 'well.'" Dean tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling. The truth is he appreciated these moments, even if he tended to greet them with mild hostility. Being disgruntled was the natural state of being for Dean nowadays. Even when met with something pleasant, such as a moment with no looming crisis and just the peaceful company of a friend, he had to react with sarcasm and feigned disinterest. It was just an automatic response. He couldn't help it.

He eventually looked back at Cas and sighed. "Why? How are you? How's your search forGod?" The last word only had the slightest hint of distaste, carefully holding himself back in an attempt to not break the falling angel's spirits during such a rare time of peace.

"Not well," Cas said as he leaned against the cheap motel room desk. "I've seemed to have come to an impasse in my search. Until I can either find a way to move forward or come up with a new strategy, I am at a standstill."

Silence blanketed the room again. They very rarely had peaceful moments, especially in each other's presence, so neither of them wanted to let it pass without savoring it. The only sound in the room was the quiet ticking of the clock on the wall and the gentle buzz of traffic on the nearby highway. Dean tilted his head back again and reveled in the peaceful atmosphere. He wasn't sure what Cas was doing, but he hadn't heard the sound of wings so he assumed he was still in the room enjoying the moment as well. And he should be. He deserved it too.