***
Shit. Dean looked at the rabbit's foot keychain in front of him.
"Hey, Sammy? We've got a problem."
"Don't call me Sammy. I've told you this. What is it?" Sam walked in, sporting Bitchface #27. Ah; the classic 'don't fuck with me right now, I'm busy,' bitchface. Dean silently applauded his brother's mastery at that.
"The rabbit's foot."
"What about the rabbit's fo- Wait. What? Oh, God, don't tell me that it's back."
"Yeah."
The old, rickety door practically swung off of its hinges. The Winchesters looked over. Castiel waved, smothered in... Cake? Why is Cas covered in frosting?
Cas stumbled over to the table, slipping on the frosting on his shoes.
"Uh, Cas? Why are you covered in frosting?"
"I walked into a wedding. The brides were not very happy with me."
"Brides?"
"Yes, Dean, is there a problem?" Cas looked at Dean expectantly.
Dean gulped. "N-no, there's no problem, I've just never really encountered people with those... Interests."
Cas' eyes went wide as he suddenly skidded around the table, miraculously landing in Dean's lap. Dean glanced at the rabbit's foot lying on the table. Nah, it can't be. Can it? Dean tried to conceal his blush. Cas is sitting in my lap. My lap. Cas. In my lap. Cas shifted. The material of Cas' pants created unwanted friction, causing Dean to harden unexpectedly. Dean clenched his teeth; trying to cover up his (pretty obvious) boner. Cas got up, looked at Dean suspiciously, and shuffled away.
"I, um, need to, uh, g-go get s-s-some, uh, towels. Yeah. Towels. For the frosting." Dean thought he saw Cas blush. It was probably just a trick of the light, he thought to himself.
***
Sam rolled his eyes at the sight of his brother and the angel, both blushing and shuffling uncontrollably. How could he not know? That rabbit's foot is... Doing things. Things I don't want to think about. Sam got up and grabbed a protein shake from the fridge.
"Protein shake? Really? What are we, vegans? C'mon, lets got to Biggerson's. You still have that coupon, don't you?" Dean smiled, going back to his old self.
"Actually, there's burgers on the stove. I'm going out for a while. You and Cas just stay here and, um, clean up afterwards. Bye!" Sam waved and walked out the door, leaving Cas and Dean to fend for themselves for a couple of hours. As if on command, it started storming.
***
"Dean?"
"Mm?"
"It's started storming. We should probably, I don't know, light the fireplace or something?"
Dean's stomach flipped. Dean Winchester, what are you doing? You're acting like a schoolgirl, with all of the blushing and stomach-flipping. Dean looked over at Cas. Cas had just gotten out of the shower, hair still damp, a few water droplets still on his face, and- he was wearing a towel. Just a towel. Crap. Crap crap crap crap CRAP. This isn't happening. This isn't happening. This isn't happening. Dean looked Cas over again. God, he was beautiful. He had his trademark 'sex hair'; it was wildly ruffled and still wet from the shower water. His eyes looked like they were carved from sapphires themselves, they were that blue. When Dean looked down at his arms, he did his best to stifle a gasp. His naturally golden skin seemed to give his already perfect muscles even more tone. Dean put his hand on his shoulder, over the mark Cas' grace burned. It has become a nervous habit. That hand made him feel safe. Protected. Maybe even aroused, in a way. Dean got up.
"Yeah, we should probably light that fire. Got any matches?"
"Yes, there are some in the top cabinet in the kitchen." Cas' muscles rippled as he motioned to the cabinet.
As soon as the fire was lighted, as if the fire triggered it, the power went out. Dean drew in a sharp breath. Is the rabbit's foot doing this? Is this just luck? Dean went to go light some more candles, but Cas grabbed his wrist.
"I think this is enough light, Dean."
Dean thought he heard Cas' breath quicken.
"If you say so, but what are we going to do? There's no jobs for me to do, and you got fired from that minimart for 'disorderly conduct'. There isn't really anything we could do." Except for each other, Dean added in his head.
"I know one thing..." The rest of Cas' words were mumbled and hard to hear.
Dean held his breath and looked down. Cas had put a hand on his thigh. He didn't know if it was intentional or not, but he couldn't control himself. Not with Cas in that towel. Dean leaned over and kissed Cas roughly on the lips. Cas' eyes flew open, surprised at the sudden outburst of the Winchester. It wasn't long before Cas was kissing back, fighting Dean for dominance over his mouth. Cas tilted his head to the side a bit, a move that made Dean shudder. Cas, obviously pleased, broke away and pushed Dean down onto the worn-down couch. Cas mounted Dean and straddled his hips, his hands on Dean's biceps. Dean moaned, and Cas started to grind on Dean. Dean let his head roll back, quiet moans escaping his throat. "Cas, please," he begged, unsuccessfully pawing at Cas' towel. "Don't be so impatient, you'll get it soon." Cas winked and leaned down to kiss Dean again. Cas slowly but surely slid Dean's shirt off, ghosting his hands over Dean's abs. Dean moaned loudly and started fiercely unbuttoning his own jeans. Cas got up, shedding the towel, and went to grab the bottle of lube Dean kept behind his dresser. Cas returned, completely naked, and Dean bit back a gasp. He's huge, Dean thought, quickly ridding himself of his own jeans and boxers. Cas sauntered back over to the couch, laying directly on top of Dean. Cas set the lube down on the floor, and started sliding his hands down Dean's sides. Dean bit his lip; Cas was lightly mouthing at his collarbone. Cas' hands made it down to Dean's hips, and Cas circled his thumbs around his hipbones. Cas' hands slid down even further, and one of them dropped to grab the bottle. He Cas flipped Dean over. Then, he slathered the lube all over his cock, not bothering to finger him first. As Cas entered him, he massaged Dean, one hand on his cock, the other on his hip, pulling him closer. Dean let out a loud moan/scream, and Cas started to thrust. Dean bucked his hips up, causing Cas to go even faster, until he was almost out of breath. "Dean, I'm close-" Cas interrupted with a sigh as he came inside Dean, filling him up. Dean was still hard, so Cas, breathing into the back of his neck, began to jerk him off. Dean came not ten seconds later, panting and yelling Cas' name. Dean went limp as Cas kissed Dean's back and neck.
"Damn it, Cas, I think I love you."
"Is that just because I gave you one of the best experiences of your life?" Cas chuckled.
"I'm serious. I think I do love you."
"Well, in that case, I think I love you too." Cas turned Dean around and, covered in a conveniently placed blanket, nestled himself in the crook of Dean's arm.
