Untitled Destiel Fanfiction

"Cas, I'm home!" Dean yelled, his voice bellowing through the house to meet the ears of a certain angel. Castiel stood from his place on Dean's couch and paused "Keeping up with the Kardashians", which he had been watching on Netflix, and began to walk into the hallway that led to the front door.

"What took you so lo-" Cas began to ask, but was cut short when he caught a glimpse of his boyfriend. Dean, his manly, handsome, hard-headed boyfriend was dressed in drag. Dean just sighed when he saw the look on Castiel's face.

"I lost a bet with Sam, alright? Let's leave it at that," Dean uttered, heading to his room and wiping off his cherry red lipstick.

"Wait!" Cas yelled, "I never said I didn't like it. . ." Cas smirked at Dean's confused look and took advantage of the situation by bounding in his direction. Cas snaked his arms snugly around Dean's waist, taking in his smell. Lilac, lavender, and a hint of honey. Dean really must have gone all out tonight and it only made Cas that much more attracted to this pseudo-feminine version of Dean. Instead of taking his normal route in their passion, Castiel's lips went straight for Dean's jugular. Dean let out a soft strangled moan when Cas began to nibble lightly on his neck. Cas smiled; he'd always loved getting these kinds of reactions out of Dean. Cas moved slightly in order to pin Dean to the wall and insert his right leg in between Dean's.

By this time, Dean was fully aware where this was headed. Given the erection Cas was sporting and the one hidden by the dress Sam had forced him to wear, Dean knew very well that this wasn't going to be any old makeout session. Dean let loose another little moan when Cas's thigh just barely brushed up against his dick. Cas smirked, and before he knew it, Dean was taking full control of the situation by pinning Castiel's wrists above his head on the wall and treating him to the same torture that he had just endured. Cas, however was a bit better at keeping his cool. Dean rubbed against the hard bulge in Cas's jeans with his thigh, and yet he got no reaction. He bit down on Cas's soft spot right between his clavicle and his throat, and all he got was a long sighed, leaning in to very nearly press his lips to Cas's ear.

"You son of a bitch. . ." Dean whispered before giving up on the teasing and moving his hands further and further south and pulled at the zipper of Cas's pants. Cas laughed, making Dean pause and look up for a second in confusion.

"I raised you from perdition, Dean," Cas said, "and now it seems that i have raised something else"

Dean looked down to see the noticeably large dent in the skirt of his dress and before he knew it, he was being roughly shoved onto his couch by Cas.

"What are you do-?" was all Dean could mutter before Castiel's lips cut him off roughly. Dean's eyes fluttered closed as he let himself submit to the kiss.

Almost immediately, Cas was up and off of the couch and headed towards the large reclining chair in Dean's living room.

"Dean, since you're dressed as a woman, I think it would be appropriate for you to prepare a little dinner for us." Castiel remarked.

"You've got to be fucking joking!" Dean fumed exasperatedly, tossing his head back against the arm of the couch and wiping his face with his hands.

"Nope." Castiel chimed.

"Fucking hell" Dean mumbled, getting up and beginning to make his way to the kitchen. "Any requests, Oh empowered, snarky, bitchy angel of mine?"

"Surprise me, Oh whiny, vulgar, horrible-at-applying-lipstick human boyfriend of mine!" Cas joked with a grin, putting his hands behind his head and relaxing in the chair. Dean rolled his eyes at Cas and grumbled something unintelligible (probably insulting) in Cas' direction, and made his way into the kitchen.