OTP One-Shots (Requests Welcome)

Destiel {Requested} (smut)

For justanothernobody

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"Dean." The Impala swerved as Castiel appeared in the passenger seat. It was the middle of the night on an abandoned back road.

"Dammit, Cas," he groaned, straightening the car on the road.

"Where are you going?" Castiel inquired, looking at Dean with narrow eyes.

"Would you stop with the eyes? I'm going on a case," he said, taking a gulp of four hour old coffee to stay awake.

"Dean, you need to sleep eventually," Cas said.

"No, I don't."

"Dean, you can't blame yourself for what happened to your brother."

"Hell if I can't. He's my little brother and I want him back, so screw you."

"And what's your plan to get him back?" Cas asked, his two fingers about to touch Dean' forehead.

"I don't got one, but I don't need one because Sam made me promise something and if I can't follow through on his last wish then I'll be damned."

"You already have been dam-"

"Shut up." Cas kept his mouth shut, but that didn't stop his actions. Whatever had come over Castiel to save Dean Winchester from hell had come back again. His long pale fingers grabbed Dean's tan ones and he held on to his hand.

"Cas, what the hell?" Dean questioned, ready to pull the car over, but he found himself in a motel room.

"You know, Dean," Cas started, "I didn't pull you out of hell and rebel against my whole family for you to mope." Cas pushed Dean backwards roughly and his knees bent at the edge of the bed. The hunter's back hit the mattress and he leaned up on his elbows, greatly turned on by Cas' actions.

"I've also been around for a lot longer than you, and I know when something needs to be done," Cas said, slipping off his trench coat.

"C-Cas?" Dean asked. As unlike the real Cas, Dean wasn't about to stop him.

"My name was given to me by God and I intend to leave it that way!" he said. Lightning cracked outside the dirty window and Dean bit back a rude comment.

"Castiel," Dean moaned involuntarily. His jeans were way too tight now. Cas tapped him lightly on the shoulder and Dean felt the cool motel room air against his skin. He didn't need to look to see his clothes were all gone.

"Too many clothes," he said, trying to unbutton Cas' shirt, but his hands were shaking too much. The angel took off his shirt slowly, purposley teasing Dean and then folded all of it neatly, before pouncing on the angry human form. The green eyed man groaned, trying to find some friction on the angel's boxers, but he was met with a hand that gripped his length and pumped twice. Enough to make Dean stop whining, but not enough to satisfy him.

"Castiel," he groaned again trying to find something to buck his hips against, but Cas was having none of it.

"If you keep doing that I leaving and letting Sam untie you," the angel growled.

"F-fuck me, Cas," Dean moaned again. After a few more times Cas gave in and pushed Dean's knees to his chest.

Sam stood outside the door, his eyes wide. Not out of disgust, but because Bobby, Charlie, Bentley, and another few owed him $2634 in cash.

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Peace, Love, Spock

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Shivi