revelations

I've seen fanfiction.. About you and Cas," Sam said, coughing, "I don't even know which is better.", fanfiction about you and me or about you and Castiel. "What's serious?" Is there such a thing?.. Someday I will personally force Chuck to stop publishing books.. "I just can't figure out why it's about you and Cas." "You're a weirdo, Sam." — Well, really, why? Why No, it's not about me and Cas," Sam began to justify himself thoughtfully. "Stop it. They spent the rest of the walk in silence, and due to Dean's sudden deterioration in mood, Sam decided not to bother him anymore. Really, why Cas and Dean? Will we find out? I'm not sure.. They went to the motel, today they decided to relax and called Castiel. After we arrived, we unsubscribed him to come. Castiel showed up at the door in the same clothes as always, holding something behind his back. "You're fast, as always, angel,— Dean said, flirting sarcastically. — Yes, I brought it. He immediately pulled out a shot of Dean's favorite whiskey. — I've made friends, great. After a while, after several shots of alcohol, Sam decided to go somewhere under the pretext that he wanted to get some fresh air. "Cas, did you watch the video?" — It's unclear why Dean asked. "Not yet." I didn't get around to it. There's too much to do. — You can watch it now, I'll even keep you company, feathery) "You've never been so excited." — This is different. Dean opened Sammy's laptop and typed in what they needed. The video showed a nice white cock and rough hands (if you go into more detail). "Just don't repeat it in front of me, honey. "I wasn't going to do it now, Dean. The guys locked eyes with each other, Dean stared too hard at Castiel's insanely beautiful face, which in fact was not his true form, but just a vessel. Dean was often worried about this topic, Cas is literally in someone else's shell, and an ordinary man who had a family. Dean wasn't very comfortable realizing that this body wasn't his when he was staring at Castiel. "Go to hell, Cas, stop looking at me." Who I included the video for. Dean couldn't stand it and looked at his laptop.. and, yes, it wasn't his porn category. The dude in the video was just screwing up his attribute, it was uninteresting and even a bit unsexy. We don't even take into account that Dean usually watches porn where the main role on the screen is girls. — Well, do you understand how? Dean put forward his question, grumpy as always. — I think so. Dean couldn't help but imagine that instead of a random guy, Castiel was in this video. He didn't seem to expect this outcome.. He tensed up and wanted to put aside these strange thoughts in his head. After all, Cas is his friend, so why did this bother Dean so much? He turned off the fucking video and slammed his laptop shut. — me.. I don't want to watch it anymore. "Okay, Dean, you suggested it. Winchester's groin felt tight and inappropriate sexual fantasies appeared in his head again. He remembered the fanfiction that had been written about him and Cas, and Dean had decided to read it after talking to Sam the other day.. "Do you remember Chuck?" Who makes books about our lives. "I remember." — Because of him, they write fanfiction about you and me. "Fan fiction?" — It's like porn, but in writing, okay? Like sexy stories, angel. — It's strange, why is it about us? — I don't know. I'm asking myself this question. The growing pain in his jeans tormented Winchester a lot. He had already agreed to everything and decided to make some kind of offer to Cas. "Cas, you asked me for a sex lesson back then, do you mind?" — What changed your mind? — It's hard to explain. Dean began to unbutton his fly. Then he released a dick from the fucking fabric of the boxers. He took his cock in his hand and began to move it, faster and faster. "Can you give me some vaseline in that cabinet?" It seems the angel was too caught up in what was happening, and Dean's words reached him a minute later. He stood up abruptly and found the required item. After that, I gave it to the Hard Drive. Dean dripped vaseline on his hands and continued our idyll. "Is there anything I need to help you with?" Castiel asked. "Damn it, Cas, just watching you is enough for me." Dean blurted out. ... "Do you like what I'm watching?" After these words, Dean couldn't stand it and a spasm of pleasure went through his entire body. The sperm got on the sheet, but the Hard Drive was clearly not up to it right now. — I hope now you understand exactly. —Get tired," Dean said, collapsing onto his bed.