Title: The Cable Guy
Spoilers: SPN - You just need to know who Castiel is.
Length: 318 words
Summary: Dean has Castiel try some sexy role play with him.
There was a knock at the motel room door.
Now, Dean’s natural response was to flinch then cautiously see who was there. Considering that he had very few friends and that his line of work is prone to unwanted and deadly guests it was a completely rational reflex. Yet tonight he not only rushed to answer the door, he did so while still in his robe.
He wasn’t even dressed!
Reaching the door, he took a moment to compose himself: tried to smooth out the wrinkles in his robe, nervously ran a hand through his hair, checked his breath. He never did this much for a girl. Ever.
Was he possessed?
He took a deep breath and opened the door with passionate conviction to reveal…
Castiel in a cable installer uniform.
Castiel in a cable installer uniform with a matching tool kit.
Castiel in a cable installer uniform with a matching tool kit all of which seemed suspiciously legit.
Well… This explained everything.
Carry on, my wayward son. Carry on.
“About time you showed up, dude!” exclaimed Dean, barely containing the smile that threatened to spread wide across his face. “My show starts in twenty minutes and my TV is still messed up!”
“Do you mean the program with the Dr. Sexy character you like so much?” Castiel asked without missing a beat.
“Dammit, Cas!” Dean groaned, his tone frustrated but awash with affection. “You need to stay in character for this to work.”
“Okay…” the angel tilted his head to the left, processing Dean’s feedback with very little success, “I will attempt to repair your television… sir?”
Dean could help but chuckle, though he immediately felt bad because it was obvious that Cas was trying very hard. With a fond sigh, he gestured for the angel to come in.
“Don’t worry Cas, you’re doing great.” Dean reassured the angel, before adding lecherously, “Besides, practice makes perfect.”
Title: Castiel's Milkshake
Castiel brings all the girls to the yard
But he’s like,
Nu Uh! I’m spoken for!
Damn right, I’m spoken for!
Don’t need a ring,
Just check Dean W’s arm!