Destiel One-Shots

Forever

   Castiel didn't usually do this. And by 'this' he means waking up in a stranger's bed after a night of heavy partying. His close friend, Balthazar, had just gotten the promotion he'd been working so hard for, so naturally they had to celebrate. What started as a small get together of friends quickly turned into a nightclub with bass heavy music and sweaty bodies pressed together on the dance floor. Now normally, Cas wouldn't dance. However, once he had a few drinks in his system, he found himself persuaded. That led to meeting him.

   Cas had been attracted the moment he laid eyes on the man. At first, he had been disappointed because he had been with a short, red-headed girl for quite awhile. This changed, though, when he caught sight of said red-head making out passionately with a petite brunette in the corner. That left Green Eyes (that's what Cas referred to him as in his head) all alone at the bar. He had taken a deep breath, then marched over with fake confidence to talk to him. That led to the dance floor again.

   The two men ended up pressed together by the other gyrating bodies around them. Neither had minded, especially not Cas. The music was too loud to talk, so they had skipped the names and merely proceeded to dance. That led to heavy grinding, hot neck kisses, and later full on making out right there on the dance floor. They had left together shortly after that.

   The pair managed to control themselves as they waited for a cab. Once one got hailed, the green eyed man had breathlessly given his address, and off they went. A few kisses were shared, but something about kissing in front of the sober cab driver had kept Cas a little more contained. That went out the window as soon as the apartment's front door was securely closed and locked behind them.

   "I'm Dean." The man said roughly, voice muffled from where his lips were currently attacking Cas' throat. Cas had let out a wanton moan, before struggling to reply.

   "C-Cas." He managed to get out. Dean hummed in reply, to show he had heard, before once again attaching his lips to Cas'. From there, things went as expected, which led to Cas waking up naked in another man's bed. And not just that. Said other man was spooning him from behind, arm wrapped around his waist and securely pinning him to the bed. There was no escape. Not that he necessarily wanted to. The guy was hot.

   He's pulled from his thoughts as he feels the man behind him start to stir awake. 'Dean.' Cas reminds himself. He hears a deep groan from behind him before the weight around his waist disappears along with the warmth along his back. Cas takes the chance to roll over onto his back, turning his head more to study the man beside him. Dean still has his eyes closed as he furiously rubs his face. Soon, though, he opens them, and those bright green orbs meet Cas' own rich blue ones. He was blessed with a radiant smile.

   "Mornin', Cas." Dean said, and holy crap his rough morning voice should be illegal. Cas has to take a discreet, deep breath before being able to reply.

   "Good morning, Dean." He was rewarded with yet another white, toothy grin. To his surprise, Dean leaned closer and sealed their lips together in a short, sweet kiss. His cheeks were tinted pink as he pulled away.

   "You want breakfast?" He inquires, readying himself to get up. Cas contemplates the offer for a moment before smiling gratefully and giving Dean a soft nod of his head.

   "That sounds lovely, Dean. Thank you." He watches shamelessly as Dean throws back the covers and sits up. His eyes roam over the naked expanse of his back, and he blushes slightly at the deep, red, angry looking scratch marks that he had clearly left there last night. Dean must somehow sense Cas' uncomfortableness, because he shoots a sly grin over his shoulder.

   "Don't worry about it. I like it rough. Freakin' hate it when people treat me like a damn China doll." With that said, he gets to his feet, obviously taking his time in finding clothes to pull on. Eventually, he settles on the jeans he was wearing last night, no underwear and no shirt. He pauses at the bedroom door to look at Cas properly. "Meet me in the kitchen when you're ready." With that, he's gone and closing the door behind himself.