This is definitely happening Max.
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***Dean's POV***
I kiss Cas roughly. We're sitting on the couch at his house.
"Ew!" Lucifer shouts walking in. Cas and I pull apart. "Get a room!"
"Luci don't encourage them!" Michael yells from the kitchen.
I look at Cas and smile evilly.
"We'll be in Cas' room!" I shout.
"Keep the door open!" Michael shouts.
"Yeah, that's not happening," Cas says following me up the stairs.
I shut the door behind me and turn to face Cas. I step towards him pulling off my flannel and t-shirt.
I start kissing his neck while unbuttoning his white button-up. I slide it off his shoulders and he pulls it the rest of the way off. I pull away and sit on the edge of the bed.
Cas walks over and starts kissing me again. He messes with the button on my jeans before finally getting it undone. He pulls them off, along with my boxers (I accidentally typed bunker), slowly.
I wrap my arms around his neck as he kisses mine. He pulls off his jeans and grabs a condom from the drawer of his night stand. He slides it on and looks at me questioningly. I nod and he carefully slides in.
It has just hit me that I'm writing this in a car with my dad in the drivers seat next to me...
He starts slowly before speeding up. I wrap my arms tighter around his neck and whisper in his ear that I love him.
Oh my Chuck save me I don't know how to write this!!! I'm cutting it off here since we're almost to my school and I don't know how to continue.
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We walk down stairs, hand in hand, and join the rest of the Novak's for dinner.
"So," Gabriel ssays, "it sounded like you guys were having fun."
Cas and I look at each other.
"Yeah, those were really interesting fanfictions you wrote, Gabe," I say.
He chokes on his drink and coughs.
"What?"
I smile sweetly at him.
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And done. It sucks but oh well.
~Atlas🎭
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