dean winchester.

Castiel waited for his answer and a small stretched across his face. “Naked is good.” Sometimes he wondered how he fell in love with a complete doof; but he was his doof. “But isn’t cooking while naked not such a great idea? Besides, you have me, right?”

“As it should be.” Castiel was proud of that, getting the most badass hunter on the planet to open up like this. “So did you have something else planned, Mr. Romance?”

“Well aren’t you sweet.” Castiel leaned in and pecked him on the lips. “I’m grateful for you too, assbutt.”

“I’d believe that, you seem like the bad idea express type - and I come from a long line of those kinds of fuckers.”  Shane huffed and pulled on his denim jacket - covered in various patches - and tied his hair up in a sock bun.  Tugging his combat boots on, he grabbed his emergency magic supplies bag and looked at the hunter.  

“Let’s go, then.  And I still haven’t gotten your name.”  He mused, getting his makeup off with a wipe mostly for convenience sake in case they got into a messy situation with this spirit.

“I’ve heard that a lot,  I’m starting to think there’s something to it.”  Though hearing those last words actually made him like this guy,  it made him feel less alone.  He wouldn’t be Dean Winchester if he was checking out a ridiculously beautiful human being though.

This little shit. Dean knew what he was doing. That little smirk was so telling and Castiel squeezed his hips again, only a thin layer of boxer briefs in the way. “I guess that really is a shame…” He raised his eyebrows teasingly, moving his hands up to his torso and running his hands over the exposed flesh. Dean shouldn’t have taught him how to tease.

“We’re not talking about you, now are we?  And I’m the fucker with the gun, so…”  Shane fired back with a snort - he was witty, at least.  At the explanation, the witch squinted for a moment before sighing and putting his gun back in its hidden holster.  Pulling out a knife, he stabbed it into a hidden ward next to him to deactivate it.

  “Sneaking into witches’ homes is not smart, especially when it’s a paranoid witch like yours truly.  My wards would have killed you once you stepped back outside and now I gotta redo them, which is fucking annoying.  And that book isn’t gonna do shit.  How about you show me where this ghost is hanging out and I’ll banish it?”  The man wasn’t lying and Shane wasn’t one to stand by while people were in danger. 

“Honestly I just thought you were trying to make me feel special.”  Dean was quietly relieved when he saw the gun go back in the holster...though he still hadn’t quite figured out where the other had been hiding in the first place...or how.  And he didn’t want to now.

@adorabledean​ sent in:  “Then stop flexing your manly boob-muscles or whatever.“

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It’s a little laughable. Dean and Alec talking to one another when Alec was fresh out of the shower and did he flex multiple times in front of the hunter? Yes. And there is no shame in it. “What’s so bad about flexin’?” Arms fold over his chest, but then drops his arms because he continued to mess around with the hunter. “Not my fault I have some good looking pecs. Thought you might appreciate it since you had to bother me to come out of the shower. I was almost done, but you’re whinnin’ couldn’t wait.”

Maybe Dean was being a little obvious here,  he could have waited to ask Alec his question,  instead he had stuck around when he heard the shower going and okay...maybe it was worth it.  “It’s not fair on the rest of us with eyes.”  There,  that was more subtle,  wasn’t it?  It wasn’t Dean’s fault he had noticed Alec was pretty.

A smile stretched across his face as their eyes met and he could see the love staring back at him. Of course, Dean had to go and make a joke but it did make him chuckle under him. “Yes, yes you are.” His fingers danced down Dean’s sides and gripped when he got to his hips.

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Grabbing the box quickly. Thank god he made a huge pot of hot water for his tea in case he wanted to get more or if someone else wanted some. Mainly his brothers. “Is that so?” Hard to believe, but Dean does give off an intimidating look. At least, that’s how Mikael first viewed the hunter. He looked rather rugged, stand off, intimidating, but as more time passed by, Dean isn’t so bad of a person. Pouring the hot liquid in a mug, putting in the tea bag with some creamer. Coming back with it in hand. “Early finish. Must be your personal best.” Setting the mug down in front of the hunter, taking his seat. “The I guess the talisman I provided for you was useful?” 

“Maybe a little.”  He still found a way to smile and would definitely count that as growth,  not that he wanted to show that either.  He would rather just sit there and pretend that the rest of the world didn’t exist for a moment...and maybe then he wouldn’t have to go out and save it.  Dean might have been a little of feeling as though it was his job. 

He’d come home to find the man rummaging through his things - his magickal things.  Silent as a mouse, he approached behind him and cocked his pistol - a far enough distance to give himself space to fight if need be but close enough for close quarters combat.  “Mm.  I’m not usually inclined to make out with intruders.”  Painted lips quirked up in a grin that was almost a snarl, a dangerous glint of teeth.  “Wanna tell me why you have your mitts all over my shit, big boy?”

Dean told himself that he did for the hunt,  to save people’s lives,  and really he knew better than to touch magical objects that he had never seen before.  But really,  who could blame him for being curious in a place like this...and for flirting with a beautiful stranger.  “Really?  I do it all the time.”  He threw back,  grinning from ear to ear.

Dean kissed him again and he reached up, carding his fingers through his short hair. “You snooze, you lose.” He let out a happy sigh as he looked at Dean, hair sticking up in different directions.