Destiel One-Shots

Good Misunderstandings

suprise bitches I'm back

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Dean sat back in his bed as he thought about yesterday's events. He still couldn't get over the fact that Sam had almost died. Stupid werewolves, he thought.

"Hnng. Ugh, guh."

Dean started at the unexpected sounds coming from the room next door. They sounded like...no, they couldn't possibly be moans of pleasure. That was Cas' room next door!

Unless, the angel had somehow come across masturbation. Then that would mean he really was getting it on with his hand.

"Uggghh, hmmf. Guh, uh uh."

Deans eyes widened at the sounds, suddenly becoming aware of the tightness growing in his jeans.

What the hell, Dean? No no no that's your friend who is a GUY and you are straight!

Alas, Deans attempts did not succeed, and he found himself with a raging hard on while listening to his friend next door maybe masturbating.

He groaned as more explicit sounds came from Cas' room. How long could he last?

Unless of course Cas has masturbated before, not that was something that made Dean's little problem a big problem.

He heard more moans and groans and the sound of the bed creaking, then a door being opened.

Dean grabbed a pillow and covered his lap, just incase his door was opened.

Cas opened his door, sweaty and panting, red faced.

Dean was speechless, he looked beautiful. I mean, in a manly way. Like a manly beautiful way with his very manly face and manly blue eyes and pink full lips with stubble around them that looked so kissable in that moment.

I mean what.

"Dean." Cas said, his chest moving up and down with each heavy breath he took.

"Uh, yeah?" Dean managed to say.

"I think it would work better with you to help." Cas said.

Dean didn't know how to react. Was Cas asking him to, well you know.

"You want me to give you a hand?"

You're a fucking idiot

Of all the things he could have said, that had to be the thing his mouth chose.

"Yes please!"

Oh God

Dean nodded and subtly got up, as to not show Cas his raging boner.

Well, turns out Dean has a very dirty mind, as Cas wasn't masturbatig and didn't need Dean to orgasm.

He was trying to make his bed.

After 10 minutes of Dean explaining and demonstrating to Cas how to make a fucking bed his hardness had gone down. It had practically deflated when he learned he was going to have sex with Cas.

Not that he wanted to. He couldn't control down there.

"Alright there we go. Although I don't know why you wanted your bed to be made, I mean you don't even sleep." Dean said, a frown appearing on his face.

"Oh I don't sleep."

"Then why mess up your bed just to re make it?"

"Because I wanted to see your reaction to the sounds I made."

"The sounds you-oh."

"Yeah, oh."

"So um, you wanna..."

"Do I want to...?"

"You wanna have sex?"

"..."

"..."

"Hell yes."

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IM BACK BITCHES

ALSO I STARTED WATCHING HANNIBAL

WHAT THE ACTUAL HECK

ITS SO GOOD THO

IM REALLY SORRY FOR JUST DISAPPEARING LIKE THAT I JUST WASNT IN THE MOOD TO WRITE DESTIEL ANYMORE BUT THEN LIKE A WEEK AGO I HAD THE URGE.