13×06-inspired. deancas, cowboy riding pwp. 1800 wc. [on AO3]
(aka an excuse to listen to exactly one song by big & rich)
The moment the motel doors swing closed, Dean drops his bags and faceplants onto a chuckwagon bed. The comforter is soft beneath his cheek, the room quiet and clean and so ostentatiously western-themed that Dean couldn’t pass it up. He paid in cash even though it was beyond their usual price range, but the past few days have been such a dream that Dean figures they could splurge on a full suite.
Cas is back. He’s back, and they’re on a cowboy case together.
It doesn’t get much better than that.
Tag: bottom!cas
Because they are canon, that’s why.
(they are just too cute for words…)
Something’s Gonna Give (X)
ballpoint pen, and ink
love the fact that Dean still has his socks on
He can’t be bothered to take them off, okay?
Only To You
Castiel never seemed to understand that every time sex ripped a “God!” or a hiss of “Jesus” out of Dean, it was the closest Dean got to sincere about faith, and Castiel is still the only person worthy of his prayers, fallen or not.
This was not anything holy being taken in vain–this is Dean touching a corner of holy for a too-brief moment.
I was thinking maybe It’s a terriblelife! Verse Secret relationship Double penetration maybe panty kink?? Omg I’m going to get exposed
To say it’s been a stressful day would be an understatement. For one, he was almost late and Dean Smith is never late. He’s the type to show up to meetings a half hour early to start preparing. He beats most of his associates to the office. But there’d been a damn traffic jam this morning and there was nothing he could do but slap his steering wheel and wait.
Things don’t get better once he gets to the office. They’re in the middle of a new campaign which means Dean is swimming up to his ears in feedback and graphs and he sees data every time he so much as fucking blinks and there’s always someone calling or emailing or texting him with a new development just on his ride in the elevator because Sandover is a soul-sucking no good waste of-
“Good morning, Mr. Smith.”
Well, maybe there’s one good thing.
Dean grins as he nears his office, the weight of the job slipping form his shoulders at that gravelly tone. “Hey, Cas.”
Cas stands and follows Dean through the door, closing it swiftly behind them. “You have a conference with the creative team at 10:00, a lunch meeting with Zachariah at noon and a call with the Calvins at 3:30.”
Dean grumbles as he lowers himself into his chair. “Any way to make all of that go away?”
“The end of the world, maybe?” Cas suggests.
“We can only pray,” Dean sighs. “Okay. Get me Jones. I want to see the new spreadsheets before we go in.”
“Yes, sir.”
The end of the world doesn’t choose to come that day and Dean muddles through all of his obligations, all the laughing and bad jokes, the handshakes, double-checking stats, and it’s addled with added bumps in the road throughout the day.
Like the server crashing for an hour, a broken copy machine, and an intern spilling coffee down his shirt right before his lunch meeting.
Cas pops up out of nowhere and corrals Dean into his office before he implodes or panics.
“I always keep a back up,” Cas says and fetches a white button-down from the closet.
Dean could honestly cry. “What would I do without you, Cas?
Cas just smiles and starts to undo the buttons on his shirt. “Crash and burn.”
“You’re not wrong.”
Imagine the first time Cas sees Dean’s dick and he’s just like, “that’s going to fit in here?!’ Because let’s be real, Dean is hung. Cas doesn’t think he can fit into the tight ring of muscle but when Dean starts fingering him and opening him up Cas gets it. Getting looser and closer to coming until he’s begging Dean to fuck him.
Cas likes to keep his socks on during sex because his feet get cold easily.
Somnophilia
NSFW Destiel ficlet under the Read More
Wordcount: ~1K
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