Bloody palms

Castiel. Angel of the lord. Frequent third wheel to Sam and Dean. Thoroughly enjoy eating hamburgers and other fast foods. Still trying to figure out why the pizzaman slapped the girl's rear. Very confusing.

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         "...

                      --Someone get this cat away from me."

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youandmexcomewhatever:

"Never mind. Okay.. Just unbutton your pants, sit down and wrap your hand around your dick, moving it up and down."

   [ He nods, not even caring about how crude Dean was being about it, this didn't seem like anything out of the ordinary to Cas. He sat down on the edge of the bed and zipped his pants down, wiggling his hips slightly to make the jeans hit the ground and pool at his ankles. He does the same for his briefs, releasing his straining hard-on. Wrapping a hand around it, he keeps eye contact with Dean as he moves his hand up and down. ]

                "Am I doing it right?" 

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youandmexcomewhatever:

"No… I’m just surprised. I didn’t think-" He crossed his arms. "I just didn’t know you felt like that towards- Umm.. Well me."

    "You told me to think about something that would arouse me, correct?" He scratches the soft scruff on his chin slightly before continuing to speak. "You are an attractive male, I don't see how this is anything out of the ordinary. I'm certain you have more people thinking about you like this than just me."

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youandmexcomewhatever:

Dean’s eyelids flew open and he turned to look at him, shock on his face. “Cas… You’re picturing me?”

     "Yes. Am I doing something wrong, Dean?"

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      "I think today is commonly referred to as 'hump day'. Happy hump day."

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youandmexcomewhatever:

Dean’s eyes widen and he turns around, clearing his throat. “Yep. Just close your eyes and imagine it happening. Talk me through what your thinking.” He told him, rubbing his eyes.

   [ Castiel closed his eyes and continued to visualise that what was giving him an erection. ]

                   "I'm picturing you pleasuring yourself."

            [ Always the blunt guy. ]

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unfinished--melody:

          ❝Weeeell, you seem like the… oh trouble sort.❞Oh and if his… if? NO, his resources are correct, then. ❝I say, you need to be consulted, Castiel, and that is what I do. I consult! ❞

         "And what is it exactly you're consulting me on?"

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unfinished--melody:

           ❝Quite so? Why noooot? I’m a specialist you see. I can… help…. you❞

       "Help me? My interest has piqued. I'm listening."

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youandmexcomewhatever:

Dean ran a hand through his hair before sitting. “Well, first, you’ve got to… Get it up. So you think of something that turns you on..”

   [ He gives Dean a confused look but then nods, and soon the bulge in his pants grows slowly. ] 

              "Like so?"

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unfinished--melody:

           ❝Oooh you are not a talker are you, Castiel? Ah, yet another disappointment.❞

       "I don't know you. I don't see the point in having to socialise with you."

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unfinished--melody:

          ❝Oh, how do I?It really is simple, dear. C’MON! ‘I’m an Angel of the Lord.’ HELLOOOOOO. That makes people, talk. ❞

      "..."

  [ Subtlety never really was one of Castiel's strong suits. ]

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      [ There is a pornographic film on Castiel's television. He's residing in a shady motel for now, and he decided to flick through channels when stumbling upon the erotic channel. He looks down at his pants, and then back up at the television. Still confused by the fuctions of his human vessel. ]

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codenamewinter:

"It is for the people that’ve gotta deal with you."

"I mean you’re drunk - y’know, had too much alcohol an’ know think your a damn angel of the lord."

        "... I'm not inebriated. I'm perfectly sober."

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unfinished--melody:

          ❝Ooooooooooooooooh, being seen? It matters not who you’re seen with. No, what matters is what you know.❞

     Which, what he knows? It happens to be a lot. Confidence resides within his bones, twenty four seven.

           "And how do you know who I am, exactly? I doubt Dean and Sam told you my name."

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youandmexcomewhatever:

"well… How do you want me to help you?"

      "I don't know what the usual protocol is for this situation, Dean. I'll leave it up to you to determine how to proceed."

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unfinished--melody:

          ❝ Why of couuuuuuuurse I do. Not like you and the… Winchester boys keep quiet. Really, you are so easy to track, dear.❞ 

      "Hmph. I need to stop being seen with them."