Destiel One Shots

25. Smut The Smut With Boughs Of Smut!

(I'm not used to writing smut, so this may turn out like reallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreally RRREEEAAALLLYYY BBBAAADDD. Just a head's up XD)

December 24th, 2008. Christmas Eve. The first Christmas Eve since Dean got out of hell. Sam was very reluctant to celebrate the oh so "joyous" holiday, but he knew Dean deserved this. For Dean, it had been 40 years since he last celebrated Christmas.

It was just him, Dean, Bobby, and Castiel. They even managed gifts. Sam could only imagine what was in store. What with the... relationship between Dean and Castiel, or Cas, as he preferred to be called.

Sam sat at Bobby's old, worn-out couch watching TV as he awaited Dean's arrival. He said he needed to run an errand. What kind of errand?

He was in the middle of How The Grinch Stole Christmas when Dean walked in, wearing a hunter green sweater with a reindeer's head sewn in. He carried a small plastic bag, Sam hoping it wasn't what he thought it was. He smiled at Sam, who laughed in return.

"The gay elf called. He wants his sweater back."

Dean chuckled mockingly. He dug around in the bag and tossed something at Sam. "Merry friggin Christmas."

Sam unfolded what was given to him. It was a sweater, much to Sam's dismay. It was like one of those Christmas scenes. Snow all around, starry night sky, giant Christmas tree littered with sparkly decorations and presents wrapped up neatly with a nice little bow. There were even tiny carolers singing.

Sam slowly looked up at Dean, who had a childish grin plastered on his face.

"You're joking, right?" There was the sound of wings fluttering.

"Join the club." A deep voice said behind Sam.

Sam turned to find Cas wearing--you guessed it--a corny Christmas sweater under his trench coat. The sweater was red until about halfway down, which was white. There were also white specks mixed with the red to represent that it was snowing. There was a snowman right in the middle with the most clichés one thing could possibly have.

The sweater costed about ten dollars. The look on Castiel's face? Priceless.

Sam held back a laugh. "That...that look really suits you."

"Yeah, I think it looks sexy." Dean smiled.

"Maybe you are the gay elf." Sam smirked, causing Cas to tilt his head in confusion.

"Come on, Sammy," Dean begged. "Put it on." He gestured to the sweater.

"Um, no." Sam bitchfaced.

"Come on! Please! Just this once?" Soon, Sam caved in. He put the sweater on, making a personal vow to avoid all mirrors until the sweater came off. He could see one more item in the bag.

"What else is in there?" Dean reached into the bag and showed Sam the reindeer antler headpiece.

"I wouldn't leave Bobby out of the picture." Dean chuckled as he went into the kitchen. They heard some talking, then some silence, then the sound of glass shattering. And quite possibly a "Hell no." from Bobby. Sam smiled. He wondered if Bobby could be convinced to wear it. Dean returned to the living room.
"Is he convinced?" He asked.

"I believe so." He scoffed.

"It's a Christmas miracle."

Cas had a small smile on his face. Dean looked at him. "What are you smiling about?" Cas reached in his trench coat pocket and pulled out some mistletoe.

Dean chuckled. He approached him, their lips meeting. Sam still couldn't adjust to the sight. It's not like he was against it, but it was such a new experience. He knew he could try and adjust, if he did try.

Bobby obviously knew what they were doing, so, from the kitchen, he yelled, "Get a room!" which caused them all to giggle like teenage girls. Even Cas chuckled a bit.

"Alright then. Let's go." He said.

"What?" Dean smiled.

"He's instructed us to get a bedroom, and I intend to obey."

Dean chuckled. "No, Cas, it's a figure of speech."

"I know that." He whispered playfully.

He grabbed Dean by the hand and dragged him out of the room. Into the guest bedroom.

"I thought you said no on Thanksgiving because you didn't know how."

"There are instructions online." He replied, slipping off his trench coat.

Dean rather liked this turn of events. He took off his sweater, revealing his muscular chest and perky nipples.

"So, you ready to roast my chestnuts?"

"You'd better believe it." He took off his own sweater. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of lube, making Dean grin.

"I like where your head's at."

"Guess where it's gonna be at."

"Me likey."

He tore off his pants and boxers, leaving him completely nude. Cas's pants were getting tighter. Dean smiled. Someone's excited.

"I'll be Jack Frost nipping at your nose." Cas whispered seductively. Dean chuckled, enjoying himself, and knowing he was about to enjoy Cas.

He took it upon himself to strip Cas. He eyed his boner, liking what he saw. He couldn't admire it for long as Cas smashed their lips together, obviously impatient. Otherwise known as horny.

Cas nibbled Dean's lower lip, requesting access. Dean immediately granted it, and their tongues began exploring each other's mouths. They fought for dominance until Cas gave up.

He pushed Dean onto the bed, grabbing the lube.

He applied it to Dean's dick, savoring every moment. He actually couldn't believe this was happening.

As he applied, he looked for Dean's sweet spot. Once he found it, he sucked on it, making him moan with pleasure.

Dean decided to turn the tables, and he was on top. He entered Cas, slowly at first. Cas let out a load moan.

"Faster! Fuck me harder!"

Dean picked up speed, making Cas come all over the bed. He never realized how badly he wanted this. How badly he wanted Dean.

Dean came, and it made Cas feel so good. He began to make inhuman noises as he reached his climax. He arched his back, never so satisfied in his life. Dean slammed into him, the bed beginning to make small creaking noises.

"Don't... stop. Ohh, fuck. Oh, yes." Cas moaned with pleasure. He gripped Dean's shoulders tight, similar to the way he raised him from perdition, only a lot more come.

"You coming, baby?" Dean growled. Cas could only moan in response. Dean reached his climax, and let out a loud moan.

"OH, GOD!" Cas shouted. He repeated this until Dean stopped and rolled over on his back next to Cas on the come stained bed.

They were both breathing heavily, smiles lighting up their faces.

"I just shouted my father's name during intercourse." This made Dean laugh.

"Are you sure you're a virgin? Or, more accurately, were a virgin?" Dean asked breathlessly.

"I've never done that before in my life. But I... loved it. We should do that more often."

"You have no idea how happy that makes me. I love you, Cas." He gave him a sloppy kiss.

"I love you too, Dean."

(A/N: YAAAY! FIRST SMUT THING EVER!! That's a lie. I had some smut in a fanfiction that I deleted. It was terrible. Especially the Miley Cyrus reference. I'm pretty sure this was terrible, too. I hope you're happy, I had to do, ahem, research in order to write this. *wink wink, nudge nudge*. Okay, so, I hope you enjoyed this terrible smut. Bye. TTFN. SHUT UP TIGGER.)