destiel oneshots- fluff and smut

7 (smut)

  "i've grown fond of john lennon." cas leaned against the shattered leather interior of the impala, and flipped through the people magazine that was casually sitting in front of the back windshield.
dean peered at him through the rear view mirror and lightly smiled, even though cas couldn't see.
"it's weird you know all these bands," cas smiled, which made dean blush and stare, and cas shook his head before setting down the magazine onto his lap.
"yes, well. metatron did cast upon me this atrocity."
dean looked back at him.
"atrocity?" he curled his eyebrows and sam smiled softly at his phone.
"knowing the lyrics to all these songs? the pain the artists must have gone through? it's almost too much to bear."
dean shook his head and stared out onto the empty highway.
they had been driving little over an hour, down to minnesota where a young man coming from a seemingly normal family had gone missing, and later killed five people- for no apparent reason.
  "well," dean sighed and smiled a bit.
"they obviously got through it."
cas kept at his magazine and shook his head.
"not lennon."
dean smiled.
  when they arrived at the murder scene for one of the five victims, dean of course denied the entire situation; playing it off as if there wasn't really a case here, just another sociopath snapping. nevertheless, sam talked with the distraught wife, and attempted speaking with the seemingly mute daughter of the man.
"so sorry, ma'am. it truly is a tragedy." dean overheard sam speaking in that soft, pigmented sorrow voice he so-convincingly pulled off.
castiel was crouched beside the actual crime scene, police tape around it, a short, portly man standing beside him.
he looked good, dean thought, seeing cas actually somewhat happy. it was refreshing; and physically, too. without that damned trench coat, dean could really see his body.
"no clear evidence that this was a condoned killing." cas spoke in that normal, gravely voice before standing and turning to see dean, very close to him.
cas blushed as he felt the man's shoulder brush along the sensitive feathers of cas' wings, which were only coherently felt when someone you love was standing close to you.
cas turned his head, and cleared his throat. dean seemed somewhat confused.
"uh," dean turned to look over at sam, who was making his way over to them.
"murder weapon was left at the scene."
sam flattened his face and held up an evidence bag- containing an angel blade. cas sighed softly, so soft that only dean, standing so close next to him could hear.
"angel killings, huh?"
sam nodded and sighed as well.
"anything on angel radio?" sam gestured towards cas, who shook his head no.
"damn." sam sighed, and both sam and dean started walking towards the impala.
"you coming?" dean called over to cas, who was still standing by the scene.
"i'm gonna try and find whoever's doing this." dean smiled softly.
"yeah, so are we. but what are you going to do?"
cas sighed and shook his head.
"ask around, i guess."
dean shrugged and got into the car, after he heard the familiar "whoosh"
"he left?" sam asked, and dean didn't even seem to notice the question.
"yeah." he finally replied.
four hours and several cups of coffee later, sam had gone into his room to study, taking his laptop and a few books on greek mythology with him; they had concluded that it was in fact not an angel, according to castiel, who had come by shortly after they got home, with no known news about an angel killing innocents.
dean leaned against the counter in the bunker's kitchen, bags folded grossly under his eyes, and coffee keeping him awake.
"you should get some sleep." he jolted slightly at cas standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame.
"when's the last time i've followed a sleep schedule, eh?" dean joked, and cas smiled and looked down at his feet.
"beer?"
"nah."
dean smiled softly and poured his nearly-empty mug into the sink.
"so what's it like," dean sighed, leaning against the sink, staring at cas nonchalantly.
"what are you referring to,"
"being a servant of heaven, i mean." castiel narrowed his eyes and tilted his head
"odd question?"
dean smiled and looked down, walking closer to cas, and stopped in front of him, making cas move his arms from leaning against the frame, to an awkward position.
"you said human senses were too dull to perceive wings," dean narrowed his eyes and stared at castiel's shoulder.
"yes," cas spoke very soft.
"and yet before gabriel was stabbed, i felt his wings."
castiel blushed as dean gently moved his hand over cas' shoulder.
"so?" dean spoke.
"how come i can't feel yours?"
cas' face was bright red.
"i mean," he choked.
"it's kind of an intimate thing,"
dean stared him in the eyes.
"do you trust me?" he almost laughed, and cas smiled shortly, before taking dean's hand, and pulling him closer, so that he was pressed against cas. dean blushed deep red, and looked at cas, who smiled tepidly.
"you need to be close to me;" he then very gently moved dean's hand along the soft, white down of cas' feathers, giving him goosebumps and making him shudder.
dean moved his hand down, trailing across the feathers, making cas involuntarily moan, and dean stopped.
"i'm sorry,"
"no, no it's alright," cas' face was red, and so was dean's.
"did i hurt you?" cas shook his head, and dean blushed.
he ran his hand over the same spot, making cas sigh, and dean stare at his face as he did.
little as dean would like to admit, it turned him on to see that side of his friend.
"does it feel good?" cas nodded slowly, and dean slowed down, softly biting his lip as he ran his other hand over cas' other wing, making cas twist, and his left wing shudder and flap softly, cas let out a moan, and dean ran a hand down his friend's face, down to his neck, where he gently pulled cas in and kissed, soft and gentle, but so passionately.
he let out a soft moan when cas subconsciously moved a hand up to the brink of dean's neck, fingers tangled in dean's hair, while dean traveled across cas' wing, so slowly. cas moaned loudly when dean reached cas' spine, which made dean only strain harder.
"what-" cas spoke between a hand moving up the intricate, most sensitive area of his body, and his best friend kissing the bottom of his chin and biting softly at his collar bone.
"-dean" he moaned softly.
"mm?" dean moved his face back up to cas.
"what about sam?" dean smiled and let go of his feathers, which gave cas back the empty feeling.
"he can't hear us," dean's voice was gravely and sexy, when he spoke so gracefully into cas' ear.
cas took the sudden opportunity to trail a hand down dean's chest, making dean flex at the contact, and cas gently lift up the fabric of his shirt; dean watched his friend's hand, as he traveled down to dean's bulge, making him moan when cas grabbed it suddenly, and look up at dean when he did, dean, who had to lean against the side of the wall to not fall over, gripped the side of the doorframe.
"cas-" dean moaned when his friend moved the hand up and down dean's erect bulge.
cas stopped and dean shook his head.
"please-" he nearly wailed at the contact.
"keep going,"
cas blushed, and softly moved the same hand over the erection, and dean moved a hand up cas' wing, startling him and making him grasp dean's cock harshly, in return making dean loudly moan and grip onto the feather's, cas nearly yelled at his friend, who looked taken aback.
he needed dean. he needed the touch, the human-feeling. he needed to feel that again.
cas toppled over onto dean, and slammed his hands onto dean's wrists, pinning him down and biting his lip, seeing the almost-scared expression on the boy's face as his erection poked through cas' jeans.
he leaned down and kissed down the boy's neck, which made him whine shortly, and twist his head, cas kissed along that as well, before curling his left hand's fingers into dean's, and using his other, unoccupied hand to move down to dean's jeans, making dean moan when he cupped around him, and cas kiss his face, only backing a bit to stare into dean's eyes, as he pulled down the straining jeans, and grabbed the hard dick through dean's underwear, making dean strain his eyes and throw head to one side, moan after moan loudly escaped his mouth as cas rubbed him, and his balls, making him hard himself as he watched dean's face.
"please-" dean moaned, cas slowed down slightly.
"hm?"
"cas-"
"hm?"
"kiss it," cas smiled at the words and bit his lip, leaving dean's intertwined fingers and making his way to dean's cock, his underwear had a wet stain, and cas moved a hand down his balls, coming back up to the edge of his underwear, where he then rugged down, and saw the large cock appear, dean softly moaned, and cas looked up at him as he kissed the side, making dean throw his head back and strain his eyes, cas grabbed him with both hands and dean moaned loudly, running a hand over cas' shoulder, where cas moaned at the strain of his wings, and wrapped his mouth around dean.
"holy fuck-" cas looked up at dean, who seemed to be in nirvana as he grazed a hand over cas, pulled his hair and used the other hand to rub his wing, the only thing stopping cas from moaning was dean's cock, being shoved down his throat over and over, and dean moaning loudly every time he came up.
"fuck-" dean moaned when cas came up, and had to throw his head back at the pleasure.
"dean-" cas moaned at the hand over his wing.
"i'm gonna-" dean bit his lip and crawled over on top of cas, backing him against the wall, and kissing his lip, biting his bottom.
"after only that?" his voice was gravely and deep, and cas bit his lip. dean looked down at cas' bulge and ran a hand over it.
"you ever been fucked before?" he spoke softly and seductively into cas' ear, running his hand over cas' bulge, and cas moaning gently.
he forcefully pulled off cas' underwear, and came up to his cock, which had left precum on his underwear.
dean took it in both hands, and watched cas' face as he did, he moaned, and harshly jerked.
cas squirmed, and moaned loudly, making dean bite his lip and try not to cum, running a hand down his soft feathers and hearing the pleasant but strained moan escape the angel's lips.
cas grabbed dean's hair and dean let out a sudden moan of pleasure as he did, his cock strained against cas', cas moaned at the contact and kissed the human.
"god," cas moaned and threw his head to one side, on the ground, as dean moved a finger to cas' entrance, making cas moan and stare at his friend in disbelief when he moved the finger in and out. dean bit his lip.
"dean-" cas moaned, and dean ran a hand down the feathers, and around the bone structure.
"an angel shouldn't be using god's name in vane," dean spoke softly and bit his lip, shoving a finger deep inside cas and watching him moan loudly and squirm.
"dean, please-" he cried, and dean leaned down to kiss the angel's temple, down his neck, and back to his ear.
"this might hur, but i'll be gentle," he whispered, and cas bit his lip, strained his eyes.
dean shoved his dick inside cas, who moaned loudly, and spread his legs at the contact.
"holy fuck-" dean moaned, and cas moaned loudly, wrapping his hands around dean's biceps.
"please- don't stop," he moaned at dean shoving himself inside.
"mm," dean moaned, leaning down to cas and kissing the side of his neck, and cas tangling his fingers in the soft hair of his friend.
"dean-" cas could barely moan, the feeling of both his wings, how dean was bunching up the feathers in his grasp, and at the feeling of dean's large cock slamming into him, stabbing at his prostate.
dean stared at his lover, pressed foreheads together, and ran his hand down the boy's feathers, making cas moan loudly.
"jesus christ-" dean groaned into cas' neck.
"dean," cas moaned, making dean shudder at the sound.
"oh fuck-" cas moaned, and dean bit his lip
"you gonna cum?" he whispered, then bit the boy's earlobe.
"yes-"
"mm then let me taste it," dean pulled out, earring sorrows spout from cas, so he grabbed the angel's wings with both hands, making cas moan loudly, and dean move downward so that he was face to face with cas' dick.
"dean-" cas moaned
"say my fucking name-"
"dean, jesus," cas came into dean's mouth before he could finish what he was saying.
"fuck," cas finally spoke, lying on the cold, kitchen tile.
"bet you didn't expect that,"
"no," he almost laughed.
"didn't even know angels could be gay,"
cas turned to face dean, who was wiping his mouth.
"i don't conform to any biological sex,"
dean laughed and shook his head, and lye down next to cas, both pantless, on the cold floor and in the dark throughout the bunker.
"do you think sam heard us?"
"sam?" dean shook his head and chuckled.
"he left hours ago. to check out a different case in bookings."
cas turned to him.
"you sent him?" dean nodded, and cas smiled.
"so you knew,"
"so i hoped,"
cas laughed and shook his head, leaning against dean's chest.
"so hey," he finally spoke, and dean looked down at him.
"i never saw you cum,"
dean smiled softly.
"i went in you,"
cas shook his head and let himself be cradled by dean, whom he had loved for so long but never let it show.
"we should study up on the angel thing," cas yawned, and tried to pull up his pants, but dean groaned when he tried to move.
cas finally gave in, smiling and high off human touch.
he lay down, and felt the warmth of dean, hands so gently set against cas' wings.