Supernatural One-Shots

Part 2 Grace and Trenchcoats - Trenchcoats

The weak morning light filtered through the room as Dean pulled on a pair of jeans. Suddenly, Dean felt Cas's arms interrupt him, winding around his waist from behind. Cas rested the side of his face, slightly prickly with stubble, between Dean's exposed shoulders.

"Do we really have to leave this room?" Cas mumbled, his words resonating through Dean's body. Dean leaned comfortably back into his arms.

"Mmm," Dean murmured his assent. "Unfortunately. Otherwise Sammy's going to think something happened to us last night."

Dean felt Cas smile into his skin. "I wouldn't say nothing happened last night."

"No," Dean agreed solemnly, closing his eyes as he smirked. "But I don't think that would be Sam's first assumption if we went missing."

"Guess we can't stay in here all day, then," Cas sighed disappointedly.

Dean laughed quietly. "We still have tonight." He turned around, slipping his hands around Cas's waist as he winked. "And the next night." He planted a brief kiss on Cas's lips. "And the next night." Another kiss. "And every damn night after that."

"I guess that will have to be enough," Cas conceded, kissing Dean again. His hands, now on Dean's neck, pulled him in closer, and Dean couldn't help but let him. His fingers danced lazily on Cas's hips, above his black pants.

"Stop trying to distract me," Dean objected softly, but not pulling back in any way.

"I'm just offering the alternative to leaving the room," Cas murmured innocently, his fingers not-so-subtly tugging on Dean's belt loops. "It's not my fault that you're so tempted by the idea of it."

"You're the devil," Dean groaned, trailing one hand up to tangle in Cas's hair.

Cas laughed. "Not quite. You're thinking of my estranged brother."

After a few more minutes, Cas finally broke away, sighing. "You're right though. We should go. Sam will be worried."

"Screw Sam," Dean rasped vehemently, his eyes now alight as his hands roamed unreservedly.

Cas rolled his eyes, leaning in to trail kisses up Dean's jawline. "Don't need to. I'm satisfied with my original choice in a Winchester boyfriend."

Dean looked at him in surprised pleasure.

"You calling me your boyfriend, angel?" Dean purred playfully as Cas reached Dean's lips.

Cas paused to contemplate the question for a second. "Only if you keep calling me angel like that."

Dean nodded in fervent agreement, kissing his angel in a way that he was sure would have scandalised heaven.

*

It took an extraordinary amount of time to get out the door. They weren't really paying attention to how they were dressing themselves, or rather, attempting to dress themselves. Dean put his T-shirt on inside out, too busy checking Cas out to notice, and after Cas had pointed it out to him, Dean put it on back to front. Cas had to enlist Dean's help buttoning up his shirt after buttoning it incorrectly several times, but Dean was not much help, as he kept pausing to kiss him after each button, prying Cas's lips open with his own.

"Can you stop sticking your tongue down my throat for five seconds?" Cas laughed, pushing him off for the hundredth time.

"No," Dean refused simply, bouncing back to kiss Cas again before he could object. He buttoned the last button with a brief sweep of his fingers.

They stepped out into the hallway, reluctantly closing the door behind them.

"Ready?" Cas asked. Dean took his hand.