Also, hi. I just dropped by and liked your kinks, so I tried this one. Sorry for the lack of porn:P
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"I'm sorry it didn't work out," Dean said when they were back in the Impala. "But hey- we could always try another brothel. Lots of Chastity's out there."
"I appreciate the effort, Dean," Castiel answered, sounding tired, "but it's not necessary. I'm quite content dying a virgin."
Dean opened his mouth to protest, but then shrugged and started the car. "Whatever you say, Cas." He slapped him on the shoulder, a touch that lingered just a second longer than intended- before he put the car in drive.
Castiel stared at him the whole way, and it was strange who comfortable Dean felt about that. He'd grown accustomed to the angel's blue, lingering gaze. Sometimes, in situations like these, it was pretty... nice, actually. "Something on your mind, Cas?" he asked anyway, not letting the silence turn awkward.
"Yes."
"Well, share," Dean prodded when it became clear the angel wasn't gonna say anything else.
Castiel hesitated, and then he stretched out a hand and put it lightly on top of Dean's.
"Um, Cas? What are you doing?" Dean didn't withdraw his hand.
"I don't know," Castiel answered, and it sounded painfully honest.
They arrived at the motel, and Dean parked before he looked down on their hands. "You don't know."
Castiel just shook his head, his eyes fixed on their hands as well.
"Okay," Dean said slowly and turned his hand over, palm up. He grasped the angel's smaller hand and tangled their fingers, before he squeezed gently. Then he looked up and frowned. "You okay, Cas?"
Castiel was breathing fast, eyes wider and bluer than usual, pupils blown. Even his cheeks were pink. He was stiff as a pole. "I'm... not sure," he said, and at least his voice was the same as usual.
Dean had a mental image of the two of them on a big ocean, in a tiny boat, and swallowed. "You... wanna come inside?"
Castiel frowned, as if confused by the question. He squeezed Dean's hand instead, testing the waters.
Dean just waited as the angel stared at their entwined hands.
Slipping out of his grasp to start exploring each of his fingers, Castiel nodded silently.
"Okay then," Dean said. His throat felt dry and his hands tingled. He slipped out of the car and locked it, and Castiel winked into existence right by him. He looked more like Jimmy than ever, and if Dean hadn't known the angel was alone in there now, he'd been feeling a lot guiltier for what the two of them were going to do.
When Castiel didn't move, just remained as stiff and hard to read as before, Dean slipped his hand into the angel's again. Something seemed to slot into place then; Castiel gave him an almost-smile, and something bright and beautiful flared within the man.
Dean grinned back. "Told you, Cas. Ain't letting you die a virgin."
Castiel squeezed his hand in answer, and they kept them entwined until they were safely inside the motel room.
Big Ocean, Tiny Boat
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"I'm sorry it didn't work out," Dean said when they were back in the Impala. "But hey- we could always try another brothel. Lots of Chastity's out there."
"I appreciate the effort, Dean," Castiel answered, sounding tired, "but it's not necessary. I'm quite content dying a virgin."
Dean opened his mouth to protest, but then shrugged and started the car. "Whatever you say, Cas." He slapped him on the shoulder, a touch that lingered just a second longer than intended- before he put the car in drive.
Castiel stared at him the whole way, and it was strange who comfortable Dean felt about that. He'd grown accustomed to the angel's blue, lingering gaze. Sometimes, in situations like these, it was pretty... nice, actually. "Something on your mind, Cas?" he asked anyway, not letting the silence turn awkward.
"Yes."
"Well, share," Dean prodded when it became clear the angel wasn't gonna say anything else.
Castiel hesitated, and then he stretched out a hand and put it lightly on top of Dean's.
"Um, Cas? What are you doing?" Dean didn't withdraw his hand.
"I don't know," Castiel answered, and it sounded painfully honest.
They arrived at the motel, and Dean parked before he looked down on their hands. "You don't know."
Castiel just shook his head, his eyes fixed on their hands as well.
"Okay," Dean said slowly and turned his hand over, palm up. He grasped the angel's smaller hand and tangled their fingers, before he squeezed gently. Then he looked up and frowned. "You okay, Cas?"
Castiel was breathing fast, eyes wider and bluer than usual, pupils blown. Even his cheeks were pink. He was stiff as a pole. "I'm... not sure," he said, and at least his voice was the same as usual.
Dean had a mental image of the two of them on a big ocean, in a tiny boat, and swallowed. "You... wanna come inside?"
Castiel frowned, as if confused by the question. He squeezed Dean's hand instead, testing the waters.
Dean just waited as the angel stared at their entwined hands.
Slipping out of his grasp to start exploring each of his fingers, Castiel nodded silently.
"Okay then," Dean said. His throat felt dry and his hands tingled. He slipped out of the car and locked it, and Castiel winked into existence right by him. He looked more like Jimmy than ever, and if Dean hadn't known the angel was alone in there now, he'd been feeling a lot guiltier for what the two of them were going to do.
When Castiel didn't move, just remained as stiff and hard to read as before, Dean slipped his hand into the angel's again. Something seemed to slot into place then; Castiel gave him an almost-smile, and something bright and beautiful flared within the man.
Dean grinned back. "Told you, Cas. Ain't letting you die a virgin."
Castiel squeezed his hand in answer, and they kept them entwined until they were safely inside the motel room.