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.”
Tag: bottom!cas
Source: SPN Kink Meme
I’m the only one who tolerates Switch!Destiel ?
Some people in this fandom are weird. Today a girl came from nowhere and attacked me only because I said I loved Bottom!Cas, lmao. ಠ_ಠ I mean, what’s wrong with that ? Everyone loves and ship what they want.
So, this drawing is just for you gurl.
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what’s better than rough, wall-slamming wall-sex? smiling like idiots afterwards because cas can feel the frictionburn on his back and dean’s arms are trembling with strain but goddamnit they’re so incredibly infatuated with each other it’s making them giddy and happy~~
A little request from a friend.
Cas in a very specific sexy maid’s outfit, straddling Dean.
You’re welcome. I might colour it in the future but not right now because my head huuurts.
Dean secured the blindfold around Cas’ face. He kissed his cheek softly once it was in place. “I want you to concentrate on your breathing’. Can you do that for me?” Dean instructed calmly as he kissed down Cas’ neck.
“Yes, sir,” Cas replied steadily while he focused his breathing, everything measured.
“God, you’re so good for me,” Dean praised. He guided Cas down to the mattress and helped him lie comfortably. He took Cas’ hands in his own and guided them to the headboard. “I’d like you to hold it for me. That’s it, beautiful,” Dean said then let his fingers trail lightly down Cas’ arms. He stroked his jaw and urged him to focus his breathing once again before he ran his fingers teasingly over Cas’ ribs.
“Love you like this,” Dean said as he stroked his callused fingers over Cas’ hipbone. Cas breathed in sharply at the tingle that ran right up his spine, but he got his breathing back under control as Dean flicked his hip.
“Stay focused, angel,” Dean corrected gently.
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