Reader sex/gender: unspecified The angel had a secret smile on his face. “A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell,” he said softly. There was a definite bounce in his step though. “But you DID kiss,” Sam said, watching in amusement as Cas did his best to avoid their questions. Dean was grinning. “You did more than kiss, didn’t you? You sly bastard. You got your angel funk on, didn’t you?” Cas stared at him. “Angel funk?” His dark brow drew down low over his blue eyes. “Yeaaah,” Dean said, nodding and wiggling his eyebrows. “Your funk! You know, a little uhn uhn--” “Dean, I’m gonna have to stop you right there,” Sam interrupted. “What the hell was that?” Cas was staring at Dean, who looked a little disappointed they weren’t getting any more details. “That’s inappropriate. And none of your business.” And with that he straightened his tie and smugly left the room. The Winchesters exchanged an amused glance, quite sure things had gone better than expected.
