mrstotten | Dean/Cas ficlet NC

Ok this is all

autumn_lilacs fault, and it is based on these prompts

Okay what to prompt, what to prompt. Well, since we're talking about DEAN'S HANDS, let's go with Dean. Hmmm...who should I pair him with?? *thinks* Who would be a good pairing for Dean? *realizes where she is* Oh, right. Castiel. Okay I choose Dean/Castiel!! WITH HAND, WING, NECK AND TATTOO PORN. AND WALL SLAMMING. OH AND CAN CASTIEL GET A TATTOO, TOO, PLEASE?? (Try and say tattoo, too three times really fast.) OH AND SOMETHING SHOULD SHOWCASE SAM'S IMPRESSIVE ARMS AS WELL

Total Crack and Smut

Castiel cast a wary glance over the range of instruments in front of him.

It had been a while since he had seen so many torture instruments in the one place.

Given that he had visited hell, and spent the majority of his time with the Winchesters, that was saying something.

He cleared his throat and turned to Dean to voice his concerns, but found him tied up in a conversation with the dark-haired man who owned the store. What was his name? John? James? No Jim, that’s right Jim.

The conversation wasn’t the main thing that grabbed his attention away from the torture devices. It was more the fact that Dean had his shirt off.

Jim’s large hands were rubbing at his stubbly jaw, while Dean seemed to be asking him to admire his chest, or was it maybe his neck?

What was with these Winchesters and their desire to show off their bodies? I mean look at that T-Shirt, Sam, had been wearing this morning.

It hadn’t even had sleeves, it had been just a small piece of white material. It had barely covered his chest and had showcased off his large arms. The muscles bunched and taut, in a way that made you think of..... not that he ever thought of Sam that way! Ever.

What had he been thinking about again? Oh yes, Dean’s neck.

Dean really did, have the most delicious neck. Castiel watched, as a small bead of sweat travelled from Dean jawline, down his neck, finishing at that small sweet spot at the hollow of his throat.

Castiel felt an overwhelming urge to lean over and follow the path with his tongue.

In the six months he and Dean had been together, Castiel had learned exactly how to make the hunter moan.

He knew if he followed through with his thoughts, leaned over, and suckled that spot, Dean would have him up against the wall in less than two seconds.

A few minutes after that, Dean would have Castiel on his knees, his cock buried deep in his throat. One hand, God he loved Dean’s hands, would be buried in his hair, holding Castiel’s head as he slowly rocked into him, his other hand, would be wrapped around his wings, pulling at them, harder and harder the closer he came to coming.

Castiel, could practically hear Dean’s groans, his voice deep and hoarse as he murmured Castiel’s name over and over again.

“Cas..... Cas..... Cas!”

Castiel felt himself come back to reality sharply as he realised Dean was actually calling him.

He looked over and saw Dean and Jim staring at him.

Dean’s look of confusion quickly turned to one of speculation as his gaze travelled down Castiel’s body and saw the dent, his painfully hard cock was making against his pants.

His jacket, useless at the best of times, was doing little to hide how hard he was, he could feel his cock rubbing against his clothes, sending flares of pleasure through his body.

Dean smirked and raised his eyebrow.

“Jim was just saying he can fit you in today. Aint that Great?”

Castiel was brought back down to earth with a bump, his apprehensive glance taking in the instruments next to the chair.

"You know , Dean” Castiel interrupted, shifting his feet, as he tried to ease his erection and move away from the chair at the same time. “I really don't think this is a good idea, and it is completely unnecessary.”

“Aw quit being suck a freakin wimp Cas.” Dean interrupted Castiel’s excuses, “It’s just a tattoo”

“A tattoo, I don’t need.” Castiel stated firmly.

“Aw for the love of God” Dean sighed and grasped Castiel’s arm. Over Castiel’s protests, he shoved him into the chair.

“We now know, Demons can possess Angels, your pal Uriel was proof of that remember?” Dean started flinging facts at Castiel, as Jim set up his torture device. “Which means you could be possessed, which means I would have to kill you, which would piss me off, cos then I wouldn’t get laid. So, Yes Cas you do need a tattoo, ok?”

Castiel sighed and gave up arguing, he lay back and winced as the needle started burning into his skin.

The things he did for Dean Winchester.

Forty minutes later, he opened his eyes, as Jim finally stopped.

“Ok Buddy, that’s you done” Jim said cheerfully. Castiel looked over at the man as he started going through some simple after care instructions.

“Don’t you want to see how it looks” Jim asked as Castiel started re-buttoning his shirt.

“No I’m fine,” Castiel stated. “I’m assuming it looks like Dean’s”

“Well, more or less” Jim said “well except the one noticeable difference.”

Castiel felt the panic rise up in him, as his horrified gaze met Dean’s amused one.

He started unbuttoning his shirt as Jim’s voice washed over him.

“Difference?” he questioned, wondering if his voice was coming out as squeaky as it sounded to his own ears.

“The name underneath, of course. What’s wrong?” Jim asked as he finally took in Castiel’s expression.

“I got the name right didn’t I? D. E.A.N.”