ā Ā a lovely mistletoe kiss (initiated by Cas) for my followersĀ ā
Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals!
If looks could kill, the icy glare Dean was currently shooting in the direction of his younger brother would have already sent him to the grave, a lifeless corpse lying beneath the Christmas tree that the hunter himself had dragged into the bunker.
But, to his dismay, that wasnāt the case, and Sam continued to stand next to the tree, clothed in a stereotypical āugly sweaterā with a mischievous smirk on his face. The bastard looked so damn smug as he met Deanās furious gaze, not even fazed by his older brotherās murderous expression. He tilted his head to the side and repeated the same thing that had made Deanās heart stutter earlier.
āArenāt you going to kiss Cas under the mistletoe?ā Sam purred, raising his eyebrows and fixing Dean with an inquisitive stare. He obviously wanted to appear innocent, only asking out of pure curiosity, but it sure as hell didnāt fool Dean.
āSammy, cāmon, man,ā Dean snorted, taking a seat on the floor near the tree and small pile of presents resting underneath its expansive branches, āIām not going to kiss my best friend- my male best friend- even if it is ātraditionā.ā
āWhy not?ā
āBecause I said so, thatās why.ā
āIs it because youāre still⦠you know, insecure?ā
āSam-ā
āI mean, because if thatās it, I promise that no one doubts that youāre-ā
āSam,ā Dean growled, effectively silencing his rambling brother before he said something stupid. For some reason, he believed that the whole reason Dean was refusing to even entertain the notion of kissing another man was his insecurity regarding his sexuality. Which was definitely not the case. Nope, not even a little bit.
āFine, fine,ā Sam mumbled, ābut Cas is probably going to be upset when he- oh.ā
āWhen he what, Sammy? When he finds out that I donāt want to kiss him underneath the mistletoe like a fucking girl? Iām pretty sure the guy wouldnāt even want to kiss me to begin with. He knows-ā
āI wouldnāt be opposed to kissing you, Dean.ā
The hunter froze, his eyes widening. No, it couldnāt be. He turned, hesitantly meeting Castielās familiar blue gaze. He, too, was dressed in an āugly sweaterā, a red one with a reindeer pattern that happened to be a couple sizes too big considering it belonged to Sam. The moment Dean had seen Castiel earlier that morning in the damn thing, he had wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed and forget the whole Christmas ordeal entirely. There simply was no way he could cope with how- fucking shit- adorable the son of a bitch looked in it.
As Dean carefully scanned the angelās face for any kind of reaction, he was surprised by what he saw. Castiel didnāt appear to be happy or in agreement with the hunterās comment. However, he didnāt appear to be hurt by the comment either. He almost seemed⦠angry.
āIām assuming that you meant this mistletoe?ā the angel continued, gesturing up at the little branch hanging in the doorway above his head. The way he was clenching his jaw, the way his one hand was curled into a fist by his side, the way his eyes seemed to be slightly narrowed- his whole demeanor practically screamed youāre an asshole and Iām pissed.
āUhā¦ā Dean replied dumbly. He had no idea what to say.
āCome here.ā
Wait, what? Dean continued to meet the angelās gaze but didnāt move a muscle. Since when did Castiel order him around?
āCas-ā
āCome. Here.ā Castiel repeated in an incredibly low and surprisingly threatening tone.
Dean wouldnāt admit it but something about the angelās voice drew him in like a fly to the tantalizing glow of a fluorescent light. He shuffled over to where Castiel was standing and immediately glanced down at his feet, anxious to find something- anything- to look at besides the angelās piercing stare.
Before Dean could even begin his sad attempt at an apology, Castiel roughly cupped the hunterās face in his hands, leaned down, and hungrily pressed their lips together, swallowing each pathetic excuse before it had the opportunity to surface.
Well, shit. Dean had seen Castiel kiss Meg and knew that the angel had finally slept with someone, but he had never expected him to kiss with such vigor and passion. He sighed contentedly into Castielās mouth, eagerly parting his lips as the angel swiped his tongue across his lower lip, seeking entrance. Everything else in the room seemed to disappear, fading away, quickly replaced by the soft fabric of the angelās sweater, the gentle pressure of his lips, the trail of heat following each brush of his fingertips as he caressed the hunterās jawline, neck, collar bone. Ā It was the perfect combination of sweet longing and desperate desire, completely unlike anything Dean had ever experienced.
Suddenly and far too soon, Castiel was pulling away. His pupils were blown wide, only a thin ring of blue left, and his red, swollen lips were parted. Dean was pleased to see that he wasnāt the only one that felt breathless after the experience, watching as the angel struggled to regain his breath.
Although it may sound extremely cheesy (and if thereās one thing Dean hated, it was cheesy romantic shit), there were no words to explain the feeling unfurling deep within the hunterās chest. His brain had practically short-circuited, leaving him completely speechless. He had just kissed his best friend and⦠liked it? No, scratch that. He had fucking loved it.
āIām sure that I have managed to change your opinion on the matter of kissing me,ā Castiel growled and turned to leave, ignoring the dumbstruck expression on Deanās face as he walked away.Ā
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Alright, I didn't have a BOTM for December, but there's an easy explanation for that:Ā life.
January, however, is different. Things should be a little less hectic (hopefully), and handling everything that comes along with a BOTM seems possible so, without further ado, I give you my first BOTM for 2014Ā (ļ¾āć®ā)ļ¾*:dļ¾ā§
RULES:
you should probably be followingĀ meĀ even though Iām weird
check out my November BOTM,Ā Belle, because sheās super talented, oh my God
only reblog this once because it makes it a lot easier for me later, seriously
donāt like this-Ā donāt do it
preferably fandom blogs with either Supernatural, Star Trek, Sleepy Hollow, The Hunger Games, or American Horror Story as the main fandom
must reach 40 notes
this will be going until DecemberĀ 31stĀ at 11:59 EST
the winner and three runner-ups will be chosen on January 2nd
keep in mind that I have a life so they might not beĀ postedĀ on January 2nd
WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR:
a kind blogger that is accepting and open to conversation with all of their followers (hint: friendly people are my favorite)
a pretty and well-organized theme. I should be able to chill out on your blog for an hour (or two shhh I don't have a problem) without getting bored
Iād love to see the edits you create, the fics/poetry that you write, the covers you sing, etc. so I suggest that youĀ tag meĀ or message me when you post something. I absolutely love finding talented people!
a cute or clever url would certainly be a bonus since it would catch my attention as well as an interesting icon!
WINNER:
a follow back from me, if not alreadyĀ
a link on my sidebar for the month of January
solo promos whenever youād like
my love and friendship because you are an incredible human being ā„
a fic or icon of your choosing (only if youād like, of course)
RUNNER-UPS:
a follow back from me, if not alreadyĀ
a group promo every week
my love and friendship because you are an incredible human being ā„
a fic or icon of your choosing (only if youād like, of course)
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