Okay but I wanna write a fic where Dean’s like 21 and he’s just kinda hanging around a town, straying from John, just wanting to do his own thing for a while…
And he ends up finding this guy, following whispers of a man with heightened sensitivities to the supernatural. But he’s so… square, 30s, tired looking. And hot.
God he’s so damn hot, Dean can’t help but hang around him, flirting with him, asking him about his work, if he traveled, what kinda music he likes. He’s picking up his hands and giggling about how big his hands are, really laying it on thick.
But this Castiel just nods and agrees, tone flat, almost emotionless as he says that he’s his hands are much larger than Dean’s, yes he probably weighs more than Dean even though he’s shorter than him, yes he does many exorcisms, and no he doesn’t travel, god brings trouble to him without him needing to move around.
Dean ended up having to go out and say it, the day before he’s supposed to move on to the next place, he just asks Castiel if they can sleep together and he ends up getting far more than what he expected.
He thought sure the older guy would be a good lay. But he didn’t expect to get dicked down till he was dumb and grinning against white cotton sheets. Dean kept his phone number in his phone as “Cassy 8In”
