A b-day fic I am having issues finishing, but I thought you’d all like a preview of nonetheless. :)
“Damnit, Cas!” Dean’s head whips around, and he’s angry. Gabriel’s having second thoughts about this. After all, there’s no sex to scar Sammy with. Just a lot of angsting and manpain and most of it over him and Sam. Figured the thick-headed idiots would ignore the fun topics for the salt-in-the-wounds ones. Maybe he should’ve snapped a dildo, a box of condoms and some handcuffs in with the four of them.
“That’s not what I fuckin said, and you know it!”
Castiel just stares out the window. Dean growls and reaches out, snags a fist into the trenchcoat, that raggedy blue tie twisted and bunched up in between his fingers. The glare that Castiel fixes on him is hot enough to melt stone and cold enough to brittle steel, but Dean doesn’t pay it any attention, just jerks Cas towards him with as much force as it looks like he possesses.
Which might’ve been good if it weren’t for the fact that Castiel lets him move him. Instead of pulling on an immovable object, Castiel is hauled forward, and the energy he puts into it means Dean’s got a lapful of angel.
Gabriel’s grin is back and Sam is beside him trying oh so very hard not to look like he’s looking at what he’s looking at.
Dean sputters and shoves at him, but Castiel lifts himself off of Dean’s chest slowly, like he has all the time in the world. He’s just as slow as he raises his face to Dean’s and the seat next to Gabriel squeaks as Sam leans forward, breath caught as he waits.
There’s nothing that starts it, Dean is still flushing and staring at Castiel’s tie and no one says anything, but one moment the car is awkward and stiff on one side, and batedly anticipatory on the other-
And then they’re kissing, Castiel’s hand twisting Dean’s coat so much the leather creaks. Half a beat later, Dean is grabbing back and flipping them over, pushing Cas down into the seat and tangling hands in his hair seconds before Sam squawks beside Gabriel and he snaps the boys out of the car.
The second half of the beat sees him spinning about and straddling Sam, pressing him back into the seat.
“Gab-,” Sam starts, but then Gabriel starts kissing him senseless. He doesn’t mean to brag, but kissing’s one of the things Gabriel likes to think he’s sort of perfected. Ok, yes he does mean to brag.
But, hey, when you can kiss and have your lover groaning underneath you and grinding up into you without any other touch? Yeah, that’s the sort of thing anybody’d brag about.