Dammit Cas! (Cute Destiel Supernatural Fanfiction One Shots)

Is heaven missing an angel?

Dean was enjoying himself to the fullest extent of Castiel's comfort. The angel was a scared puppy once again in the VIP area of a strip club with only the finest strippers there. He sometimes sheilded his eyes, but he would get caught staring at the ones dressed as angels. Dean would chuckle at the man, knowing full and well that this was a distraction while Sam figured out how to remove the mark from his arm. Dean felt a twinge of pain as he thought about the mark. Those green eyes turned to look at Cas as he saw nothing but an empty seat. It was silly that Dean didn't immediately look at the stage, but when he did he was laughing back into his chair. It was a sight to see; Castiel an angel of the lord was being stripped and taught by strippers on how to tease. It was even more of a surprise that Dean shooed the girls away after a while. Cas was up there by himself for a full hour before he realized he was alone with Dean. The hunter was drooling a bit as Cas was in his slacks, his bare torso flickering light off of his sweat. The angel was blushing, the rosy color flushing more than his cheeks. Dean stared at Castiel's chest, trailing down his torso and up to those squinting, confused eyes. Dean started to blush this time, gathering Cas' clothes to keep away from him. The angel huffed, crossing his arms as he stared down at Dean. "I need those..." That cheeky grin on Dean's face made Castiel blush darker. "I'll give you your clothes back if you give me a lap dance." That confused expression was on his face again, it was something Dean lived for. "Wouldn't it hurt if I stand on your lap?" "No, that's not how you give one. Here, straddle my thighs." Dean sat down, pulling Cas on top of him as the angel had that panicked expression when Dean had promised to get him laid. "D-Dean... I'm not sure..." The hunter pulled Castiel's hips down to make him grind up. Though he tried to resist Dean's hold Castiel couldn't overpower him, only struggle and be puppeted by the human. Castiel huffed, trying to resist his human hormones while Dean was resisting from stripping Cas bare and taking him right on the stage. Dean only snapped out of it when the ladies came back. He irked as Castiel hopped off and dressed himself.

Dean licked his lips only to stop as he was pulled on to the stage. Dean watched those strippers slip his jacket off, working to get Dean just as bare as Castiel was. It was Cas' turn to oogle at Dean. Those blue eyes went as wide as possible when he saw Dean's bare skin. It made it worse when Dean went to work, dancing just enough that Castiel's eyes glued on each pelvic thrust and trailing over Dean. The angel bit his bottom lip as Dean climbed off the stage and right on to the angel's lap. Castiel didn't know what to do, sitting there flabbergasted and aroused by Dean. The way his hips caressed onto Cas made him whimper, clasping his hands on Dean's hips. "Dean, we have to go... Our time is almost up..." Dean nodded, getting up to put on his clothes while Castiel sat in the chair composing himself. The hunter had that cheeky grin, pinning Castiel in the chair as he leaned in whispering into his ear. "I'm glad heaven is missing an angel, but they'll find you in bed with me when we're done." Castiel turned red with a gaping mouth only to be staring at Dean. "On second thought, maybe I'll take you right in the back of the impala." Castiel shuttered, letting out a moan. The two jumped as Dean's phone rang. He growled, answering his phone while Cas rose to his shaking feet. "What Sam?" Dean barked into his phone with a grumble. All the hot sex he could have had seemed to be interrupted by his younger brtother more frequently than anything else.

"So get this..." was all that Dean heard before tossing his phone. Cas stammered and tried to get Dean to grab the phone while they both could hear the murmurs of Sam's hard work rambling away. Cas was panting, shivering while Dean kissed along Cas' collar. The two were hot and heavy while Sam was talking to himself. It was a good thirty minutes before Sam realized what was going on as he hung up the phone. Curing the mark could wait as long as Dean wasn't killing.