[TWENTY] Hot & Heavy Whipping Cream

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"Drive safe you two," Dean called, waving goodbye to Sam and Jess as they left the apartment with more leftovers and opened gifts.

"We will! Thank you again!" Jess called back, smiling. Sam gave a big wave and a smile before they disappeared down the hallway.
Dean leaned against the doorway and continued to smile even after they were no longer in sight. He had the perfect evening.

As Dean was enjoying feeling purely happy for once, the apartment door next to his cracked open and out emerged a middle aged man in a bathrobe. Dean immediately rolled his eyes.

"Can you keep it down, Dean, some of us are trying to sleep," the old scruffy man complained.

"Oh, shut your pie hole, Crowley, we both know you don't have a job. And plus, it's only 8:30," Dean countered, crossing his arms.

Crowley scowled and grumbled something Dean couldn't understand.

"Who are you talking to, Dean?" Cas asked, walking up beside Dean and peering into the hallway.

Crowley suddenly gasped, his eyes wide at Cas and Dean. "I knew you had a gay lover!"

Dean threw up his arms and shook his head. "All right, all right I've had enough of this. Goodnight Mr. Crowley!"

"There will be no 'good nights' coming from you, Dean Winchester!" Crowley yelled, scowling at him and Cas with beady, black eyes. 

"Lets hope he dies in his sleep," Dean grumbled, shutting and locking the apartment door.

"Gay lover?" Cas pondered, tilting his head slightly.

Dean rolled his eyes again. "Yeah, I know right? How original."

Cas chuckled and Dean couldn't help but join in. They let themselves laugh and enjoy the feeling of being care free. Cas caught Dean's eyes and his smile grew sideways. Dean knew the sign.

While still giddy and stomach hurting from laughing, Dean let his hands drag Cas into the kitchen. With Cas's back pressed up against the counter, Dean's lips finally met the angels. Cas gently bit Dean's bottom lip and Dean shook with shivers running up and down his spine.

Dean heavily brought his hands up to Cas's jaw to steady himself. Cas let his hands fall back to the counter behind him to push himself up.

"Yuck, what the...?" Cas muttered, turning his head from Dean. Cas turned around with his fingers covered in thick, white cream. He forgot to put the Cool Whip back in the fridge.

Dean tilted his head and pursed his lips. Smirking, he took Cas's hand and brought the whipped cream covered fingers to his mouth. Cas shivered in surprise as Dean cleaned his pointer finger off with his tongue.

"Oh," Cas whimpered, his legs shaking.

Finishing, Dean licked his lips and glanced at Cas with flirty eyes. "Good?"

Cas, who was way too out of it to speak, simply nodded his head and quickly brought his mouth to Dean's.

"Mmm," Cas mumbled between kisses.

"Tastes good?" Dean chuckled lightly. Cas nodded his head and nibbled on Dean's lower lip. He tasted like Cool Whip and pie, something Cas has grown to love.

Dean couldn't help but groan and quickly grab Cas by the thighs and lift him onto the counter, making sure to move the container of Cool Whip out of the way.

Cas gasped in surprise when Dean spread his legs and stood between them. Cas dragged his, now clean fingers, through Dean's hair. Dean took the opportunity to leave kisses across the angel's neck and collar bones.

"We can stop... if you want..." Dean panted, running his hands down the tops of Cas's thighs. His jeans were tight against his legs and Dean took pride in knowing he caused it.

Cas huffed, pulling away to look at Dean's face. "No..."

"Are you sure, Cas? I know... I know this is new for you and I don't want to rush things if you don't feel comfortable—"

"Dean," Cas whispered, taking Dean's face in his hands. "I trust you."

Dean narrowed his eyes and smirked at the beautiful angel in front of him. His hair was a mess and his face was flushed pink under his eyes. Dean sighed and licked his lips.

"An angel trusting a human..." Dean whispered, gently placing his lips on Cas's chin. He slowly kissed across Cas's right jaw and then switched and planted kisses up the left. Cas giggled and brushed his nose against Dean's.

"That kinda tickles," Cas mumbled, a small smile playing on his lips.

"How about this?" Dean growled.

Dean quickly grabbed onto Cas's hips with both hands, causing Cas to jump. Dean clashed his lips onto Cas's and let his tongue do the rest. Firmly squeezing Cas's hips, Dean let his thumbs slide up and down, massaging his lower abdomen.

Cas squirmed in response, letting a quiet moan escape his throat. Dean smiled against the kiss and lowered his hands to Cas's ass.

"Ah," Cas hummed. Breaking the kiss, Dean slid Cas off the counter until his feet were touching the floor. Quickly, Dean grabbed the edges of Cas's sweater and pulled it over his head.

Dean paused and blinked, his eyes green eyes meeting Cas's blue ones.

"You're..." Dean whispered, brushing his hand over Cas's torso. His skin was soft.

Cas blinked, his lips parted. He felt a hot blush creep onto his cheeks.

"You're... stunning."

Cas smiled all lopsided and bowed his head slightly. He would give his life for Dean. Cas loved him. He loved Dean Winchester, flaws and all.

Cas suddenly felt the urge to cry. Standing in Dean's apartment kitchen with no shirt on with a man who's more of an angel than he'll ever be. Cas let hot tears fall off his checks. He was an ex-angel with no dad, no shirt, and got Cool Whip on his hands, and he just wanted to cry.

"Shhh," Dean cooed, using his thumb to wipe the tears away from Cas's face. "I got you. Don't worry, I got you."

Dean wrapped his arms around Cas and held on tight. Who would have thought he would end up here?

Dean didn't care that they didn't have sex that night. Cas didn't care that Dean's sweater was still lying on the floor in the kitchen. And God didn't care that they fell asleep in each other's arms; hopelessly in love.

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Ahhhh some nice smutty fluff. :)

Yo, long time no see! (Again)
I've been so busy. Ridiculously busy.

But, I am determined with all my will power, to FINISH THIS STORY BEFORE CHRISTMAS.

It's that time of year again folks!

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