Castiel walked into the Men of Letters bunker, his trenchcoat giving a silent swish behind him as he descended the stairs. He noticed Sam sitting at the table, reading into something on his laptop.
Castiel didn't necessarily understand how to use technology like that, but he hoped that one day he would be able to figure it out. Maybe Dean could teach him. Speaking of, where was Dean?
"Hello, Sam." The angel greeted, stopping in front of him.
Sam looked up, flashing a smile to him. "Hey, Cas."
"Do you know where Dean is?" Castiel asked, almost desperately. Something had been bothering him recently, and it was about the one and only Dean Winchester. He wasn't sure how to describe how he felt towards him, but at least he knew it was positive.
Sam grinned. "He's in his room." He internally screamed, because, oh my Chuck, Castiel is going in his brother's room!
Castiel nodded and started heading in that direction, giving a small farewell to Sam for the time being. Once he approached Dean's door, he knocked on it lightly. "Dean?"
"Yeah?" Castiel could hear a muffled croak from Dean behind the door. "Come in."
Castiel walked in, seeing the bare frog body of Dean Winchester. His frog legs were hidden under his bed sheets, his long, slimy fingers trying to pull them up as far as they could to hide his body. His eyes blinked, staring in the direction of the angel who had just walked in.
"Dean, you have flies in your room again." Castiel complained, swatting at the small bugs. "Is this normal?"
"Yeah," Dean croaked back a reply, his tongue reaching for one flying past him. "I don't even know how they got in here, but I'm sure as hell glad that they are."
Cas rolled his eyes, grinning. "Okay, then." He sat down on the bed next to the frog named Dean. It was odd how a human-sized, six-foot frog could be biological brothers to a human, but he shrugged it off. "I've been feeling weird lately, I don't know how to describe it. I was hoping you would know."
"Sure." Dean sat up, exposing his froggy abs that gave Castiel shivers when he saw them. "What is it?"
"Whenever I'm around this specific person, I get nervous and I feel hot. But I also feel immense attraction towards them. What does that mean?"
Dean grinned, but it looked weird because frogs don't have teeth. "Sounds like you have a crush, bud. So tell me, who's the lucky lady?"
"Crush? But Dean," he whined, "I don't want to crush you."
Dean blushed. Cas wasn't sure why or how a frog could blush, but I guess Dean can just defy all laws of science to do it. "Cas?"
"Yeah?" He responded, being broken out of his thoughts.
"I love you too." He smiled, leaning in to give him a peck on the cheek, even though he stuck his tongue out and managed to hit Cas's cheek with it.
Cas couldn't help but be filled with a rush of confidence and adrenaline. He turned, leaning closer to Dean, pinning one of his hands against the wall to support him as he got into a more comfortable and sexual position. "Well then."
Dean's eyes sparkled, his frog fingers reaching up to the sides of Cas's face, pulling it closer to him so his mouth would be close to his ear. "Fuck me, pretty boy."
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AN: I fucking hate this I'm so sorry
