Ship: Destiel

Summary: Castiel is waiting for Dean to get out of the shower after a surprise make-out scene.

Type: Drabble

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any of the characters mentioned below. Destiel belongs to the fans.

A/N: Just a short little drabble... the most "sexual" thing I've done so far. Please tell me what you think so I know what to do next!(:

xx, manhattan-dreams

Every atom in Castiel's body was on fire, but he kept a stern look on his face while he lay on the bed, waiting for Dean to get out of the shower. His mind wandered as it had been doing the past hour after the first kiss, the second kiss, the third kiss that trailed to his ear and bit it, the fourth that moved down his jawline, the fifth that traveled back to his lips, the sixth where Dean's tongue entered his mouth...

With Dean, every kiss was different, every movement his hands made on his body, each had it's own element of surprise. Castiel was inexperienced and he felt a strong feeling of apprehension creeping through his veins behind the butterflies and the fire that moved so quickly through the rest of him, all he knew to do was kiss back and whisper "I love you"s into Dean's ear that were never returned. But he'd have to let go of that now, because the water had just cut off. He focused his ears on Dean's footsteps to one side of the bathroom to get a towel, to the other to grab the doorknob, and then out into the room, only a towel covering his bare body.

Castiel's heart skipped and same feeling that had taken over his body from when they kissed just minutes ago swarmed through him again.

"Are you ready?" Dean asked, a look of pure need in his eyes.

Castiel nodded.