skidmo_fic: (dean/castiel)
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Title: One Tiny Glimpse
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dean/Castiel (Supernatural)
Word Count: 1593
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me...sadly
Warnings: Adult content. Angst.
Feedback: yes, please.
Summary: “Don’t angels ever…play?”
A/N: My first ever SPN fic. We’ll see how this goes.




They’re sitting shoulder to shoulder on Dean’s hotel bed watching TV. Dean tosses a piece of popcorn at him, just to see what he’ll do, and it bounces off Castiel’s nose. Castiel frowns and looks at him, confused.

“Why did you do that?”

Dean shrugs. “Just messing around.”

“I do not understand.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Dean mutters.

“Is this a problem?”

Dean frowns. It’s not a problem, not really. “No…just…don’t angels ever…play?”

Castiel frowns as well, face almost mimicking Dean’s. “Play?”

“Yeah. Mess around. Have fun.”

Castiel seems to be thinking about this. “No.”

Dean just looks at him, still frowning, and gets off the bed. “C’mon,” he says, picking up his jacket and heading for the door. He doesn’t check to see if Castiel is following, because he knows he will be.

He walks down the street to a video arcade, stepping into the dark building and taking a moment to let his eyes adjust to the dimness. He spent hundreds of hours in places like this, when he was a kid, when he was young, a thousand lifetimes ago. He pulls a twenty out of his wallet and feeds it into the change machine, getting a bag full of quarters in return. Castiel follows him over to one of the machines and Dean pops several quarters into the slot, setting the bag on the floor. Holding Castiel by the shoulders, Dean lines him up in front of the screen and puts one of Castiel’s hands on the controller.

“This little yellow guy is you. Eat the pellets, stay away from the ghosts. If you die, pop in a couple more quarters and try again.”

“And where will you be?”

Dean grins. “Getting provisions.”

By the time Dean comes back, arms full of junk food and sodas, Castiel has worked through nearly all the quarters.

“I do not understand the purpose of this.”

“Of course you don’t,” Dean mutters. Then, a little louder, “The purpose is to win. Challenge yourself. Have fun. Get the high score. Whatever.”

Castiel frowns. “I do not think I am having fun.”

“That’s ‘cause you’re losing. You’ll get better, and then it’ll be fun.”

“Are you certain?”

“Yeah, I’m certain.” He hands Castiel a Coke and a Snickers bar. “Eat these. I’ll go get more quarters.”

***

Three hours later, they’re back in the hotel. Castiel made it to level fifteen on his last try, and Dean hadn’t quite been able to talk him into trying Dance Dance Revolution.

They’re watching TV again, and after their third episode of Lingo, Castiel says, “I believe I had…fun.”

Dean smirks. “Good. You got better.”

Castiel nods. “Is this an…urge humans have? To have fun?”

“Yeah,” Dean says. “I mean…kinda. What’s the point of life if it’s boring?”

Castiel considers this. “I do not know.”

“You didn’t have to answer that.”

“I am sorry.”

Dean shrugs it off.

After a long pause, Castiel says, “What other urges do humans have?”

Dean laughs. “Where do I start?”

“Start with the most pressing.”

Dean refrains from pointing out again that Castiel wasn’t meant to answer that question. “Well…there’s hunger.”

Castiel nods. “I have felt that. This body requires food and drink.”

“Yeah, but…that’s just a need. I’m talking like…you’d kill for a big, greasy slice of pepperoni goodness.”

“I would not kill for pepperoni.”

“Do you have to take everything so literal?” Dean asks, shaking his head.

“How else should I take it?”

“Never mind. We’ll work on expressions later.”

Castiel nods seriously, as though these lessons will be an important part of his life in the future. “Tell me about the next most pressing.”

Dean sighs. “I don’t know, man. I don’t classify them.”

“You have mentioned hunger. I have noticed you eat a great deal.”

“Hey, I like food, okay?” Dean can feel himself getting defensive and forces himself to stop.

“You also enjoy drink. And women.”

“That bother you?” Dean all but growls.

“It…confuses me.” Castiel tilts his head, regarding Dean curiously, like a display in a museum. “Why do you desire these things?”

“Helps me relax.”

“The drink or the women?”

“Both,” Dean says. Then, “The booze mostly. The women…are for something else.”

“For what?” He’s still looking at Dean with that curious expression.

“People need to be touched,” Dean says, because he can’t figure out how to explain to an angel that sometimes he just needs to fuck.

“Do you not touch Sam?”

Dean chokes on the stale piece of popcorn he’d picked up from the coverlet. “It’s a different kind of touching.”

“I see,” Castiel says. “Lust.”

“Sometimes,” Dean says. “Sometimes just…” He frowns deeply, and nearly stops himself when he realizes this is a conversation he’d never have with anyone but Castiel. “Sometimes it’s just a need to touch and be wanted.”

Castiel nods and falls silent.

The program changes to Family Feud, and they sit for a long while, not really watching but not saying anything either.

Castiel turns onto his side and lays his head on Dean’s shoulder, a hand on Dean’s hip. Everything in Dean tells him to pull away, not to give Castiel the wrong idea, but he wonders if maybe it’s been too long since Castiel’s body (He can’t think of it as the Vessel. That makes this all kinds of wrong.) has been touched, so he shifts and hooks an arm over Castiel’s shoulder, down his back.

Dean’s seen this episode before. The number one answer is peanut butter.

Castiel’s thumb finds the sliver of skin on Dean’s hip between his shirt and jeans and it slides slowly across it. Dean doesn’t look at him, concentrating on the warmth of Castiel’s touch, the weight of Castiel’s body against his.

Family Feud slides into Password and Castiel’s hand begins to explore further, running first all along the waistband of Dean’s jeans and then down further, over his groin. It’s curious, not lust-driven, and Dean isn’t even hard yet.

The password is fugitive.

Dean thumbs open the button of his jeans and slides the zipper down, watching the screen as the contestant guesses robber then criminal then murderer. He gently takes Castiel’s hand and slides it into his jeans, over his shorts, pressing it against his cock and showing Castiel how to palm it, to rub his hand along the length as it fills with blood.

The new password is hunger.

Castiel begins to take the initiative. He pulls down the elastic of Dean’s boxers and wraps his warm hand around Dean’s cock, stroking him slowly. Dean pushes into his hand, and he glances down for just a second to see Castiel’s face. His eyes are trained on Dean’s cock with a sort of curious detachment, and as the clear liquid begins to seep from the slit, Castiel dips his head to lick it up, smacking his lips as he does, as though judging the taste. Dean doesn’t close his eyes. He never does unless he has to. Seems every time he does he ends up back in the darkness, feeling himself become a monster all over again.

The last password is happiness

Dean wraps his hand around Castiel’s, tightening it, getting Castiel to move faster, harder. Castiel learns quickly. He tugs hard on Dean’s cock, thumb sliding over the head, fist tight. Dean pulls his shirt up above his stomach, not to encourage Castiel’s touch but to keep him from staining it when he comes. On the screen the woman guesses contentment, joy, ecstasy.

“Happiness, you stupid bitch,” Dean mutters then moans softly as he comes.

Castiel watches it in fascination, still tugging on Dean’s cock until Dean has to shove his hand away.

He doesn’t kiss Castiel, doesn’t cuddle him. That’s for women. This…this is just a way to scratch an itch.

But he’s never been the sort to leave someone hanging, so he slowly pushes Castiel onto his back and opens his trousers, sliding a hand inside and taking Castiel’s cock into a tight grip.

Dean fucks to feel alive. It’s more than the comfort of a warm body next to his, more than the validation of getting a woman to fall into his bed, more than the brief moment where he can stop thinking, stop hunting, stop wanting anything other than what he has.

But he hasn’t done this since he came back, and somehow it’s different here. It’s not like the countless times he’s gotten his rocks off while Sammy sat patiently in the Impala. (Would Sam wait outside while he fucked Castiel? Or would he freak out and refuse to leave?) (The Winchester boys: one fucks a demon, the other an angel, and if you’d told Dean that three years ago, he’d have sworn you had it backwards.)

He can’t help looking up at Castiel’s face. He wants to know what an angel looks like when he comes.

It’s beautiful. Castiel’s face hides nothing, he holds nothing back, and Dean wishes he could remember the first time he came, probably in a hotel room just like this. He wonders if his face ever looked that open, that beautiful.

When Castiel finishes, Dean reaches over to the bedside table and pulls a couple of Kleenexes from the box, wiping up both their stomachs and tossing the tissue away. Castiel settles in at his side, and though Dean tries to fight it, he’s asleep in seconds, drifting off to the sound of applause on whatever game show is on now.

His dreams of hell seem so much worse now he’s had a tiny glimpse of heaven.

fin

Date: 2008-12-15 12:45 am (UTC)
misslucyjane: poetry by hafiz (Default)
From: [personal profile] misslucyjane
Awwww! I love it. I love Castiel's curiosity.

And Pac-man. Oh my goodness.

Date: 2008-12-15 12:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] skidmo-fic.livejournal.com
Hee. Thanks.

Date: 2008-12-15 12:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] enablelove.livejournal.com
This was awesome! I loved how you kept Castiel in character the whole time!

Date: 2008-12-15 12:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] skidmo-fic.livejournal.com
Thank you!

Date: 2008-12-15 12:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] huntress69.livejournal.com
I thought this was very good, and I enjoyed Castiel's "education" of sorts. I was giggling in the arcade scene, and then the sex was slow and sweet, which is the way it should have been. Thanks for writing, and please, feel free to write more.

Date: 2008-12-15 12:56 am (UTC)

Date: 2008-12-15 01:05 am (UTC)
ext_2673: Tree with flowers and blue sky ((X-mas) Wing!Porn [SPN])
From: [identity profile] dangerous-47.livejournal.com
Man, that was great. I loved it. That was very interesting and cool to read. :)

Date: 2008-12-15 01:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] skidmo-fic.livejournal.com
Thank you!

Date: 2008-12-15 01:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] an-angels-light.livejournal.com
Oh god I love you! Way different then other ones and I like it.

Date: 2008-12-15 01:31 am (UTC)

Date: 2008-12-15 01:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tracy-loo-who.livejournal.com
I DO NOT THINK I AM HAVING FUN. THAT'S CAUSE YOU'RE LOSING. OH DEAN, HOW I LOVE YOU, BB. AND TRYING TO GET CASTIEL ON DDR LOLOMG.

The Winchester boys: one fucks a demon, the other an angel, and if you’d told Dean that three years ago, he’d have sworn you had it backwards.

This. I love this line.

Date: 2008-12-15 06:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] skidmo-fic.livejournal.com
Thank you!
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Date: 2008-12-15 06:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] skidmo-fic.livejournal.com
Thank you!

Date: 2008-12-15 01:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] applepie-x0.livejournal.com
awh! =( Dean! so broken. <3

I love Castiel! =) he's like a cute little curious puppy!

Date: 2008-12-15 06:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] skidmo-fic.livejournal.com
Thank you!

Date: 2008-12-15 02:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] almightyspaz.livejournal.com
I like this. And this is not a insult, but the way Castiel is written it reminds me of one of the creatures from Babylon 5, Vorlons! Oh and Illyria from Angel

But I love the idea of him being so out of touch and curious.

Date: 2008-12-15 06:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] skidmo-fic.livejournal.com
Thank you!

I haven't seen Babylon 5 or Angel, but I will take that as a compliment. :)

Date: 2008-12-15 05:59 am (UTC)
meanheans: Blue glass tea kettle against a saturated white window (lord have mercy)
From: [personal profile] meanheans
This is the best line, I think:

Dean fucks to feel alive. It’s more than the comfort of a warm body next to his, more than the validation of getting a woman to fall into his bed, more than the brief moment where he can stop thinking, stop hunting, stop wanting anything other than what he has.

Because to me, that's who Dean is. Who Dean was? And you did a very good job of illustrating that; letting the sex happen with Castiel, while still keeping Dean in-character. It wasn't storming passion, it was... giving the reach-around. Heh.

Thanks for this!

Date: 2008-12-15 06:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] skidmo-fic.livejournal.com
Thank you!

Date: 2008-12-15 06:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deviant-dev.livejournal.com
Is it bad that I actually still watch Family Feud? lol... I'm old! Anywhore! This was great. You should write more Dean/Castiel.
Edited Date: 2008-12-15 06:23 am (UTC)

Date: 2008-12-15 06:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] skidmo-fic.livejournal.com
Thank you!

Date: 2008-12-15 08:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fullonswayzeed.livejournal.com
This is so freaking gorgeous ♥ *mems*

Date: 2008-12-15 06:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] skidmo-fic.livejournal.com
Thank you!

Date: 2008-12-15 08:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] olympia-m.livejournal.com
oh, Dean!!! *sigh*
the last line just broke me!!!!
this was just awesome!!
thank you so much!

Date: 2008-12-15 06:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] skidmo-fic.livejournal.com
Thank you!

Date: 2008-12-15 09:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amoralambiguity.livejournal.com
OOOO do like! I love your characterization of Dean and Castiel! Especially Dean. I liked seeing Dean like that. I really enjoyed it!

Thank you very much for sharing! I hope to have the chance to read more of your work some time.

Date: 2008-12-15 06:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] skidmo-fic.livejournal.com
Thank you!

Date: 2008-12-15 10:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] darksilvercat.livejournal.com
Okay, the first part? With the Pacman and the DDR and “I do not think I am having fun.” “That’s ‘cause you’re losing.”

Oh yes. Freaking hilarious and awesome.

And the second part?

Holy HOTNESS Batman.

He can’t help looking up at Castiel’s face. He wants to know what an angel looks like when he comes.

OMG don't we all?

It’s beautiful. Castiel’s face hides nothing, he holds nothing back

*dies and is dead*

Date: 2008-12-15 06:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] skidmo-fic.livejournal.com
Thank you!

Date: 2008-12-15 11:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] summersiren.livejournal.com
*fans self*

That was just fantatsic and hot! I love curious!Castiel and I like this moment because I think it's pretty realistic of how Dean/Castiel would start.

Date: 2008-12-15 06:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] skidmo-fic.livejournal.com
Thank you!

Date: 2008-12-15 07:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] girl-76.livejournal.com
WOAH! That was SO intense! Nice job!

Date: 2008-12-15 10:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] skidmo-fic.livejournal.com
Thank you!

Date: 2008-12-15 09:45 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] big-heart-june.livejournal.com
WOW! this was fun and awesome and wonderfully told. Their voices are spot-on.

I absolutely loved these lines:

He wants to know what an angel looks like when he comes.

It’s beautiful. Castiel’s face hides nothing, he holds nothing back


Oh, to be a fly on that wall!! *faints*

The Winchester boys: one fucks a demon, the other an angel, and if you’d told Dean that three years ago, he’d have sworn you had it backwards.)

Oh man, perfection!

I really hope you'll write more Dean/Castiel <3



Date: 2008-12-15 10:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] skidmo-fic.livejournal.com
Thank you!

Date: 2008-12-15 10:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bloodyfire.livejournal.com
love all the game shows ^_^
this fic though.. just great i dare admit cas reminds me of myself in this.

Date: 2008-12-15 10:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] skidmo-fic.livejournal.com
Thank you!

Date: 2008-12-16 02:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mangieangie.livejournal.com
This is so beautiful it took my breath away. Love the last line.

Date: 2008-12-16 07:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] skidmo-fic.livejournal.com
Thank you!

Date: 2008-12-16 05:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cherazz22784.livejournal.com
Holy shit *bows before you* You, my dear, win at life! This was absolutely fantastic! I have not enjoyed a fic this much in a long, long time. What a wonderful treat! You wrote it so well and so...what's the word...so "in character" with both of them, even though we'd never actually see them shooting the breeze together...but you've done just that! You've articulated so well that I can see and hear it all so clearly in my head! It's fantastic!

“Why did you do that?”
Dean shrugs. “Just messing around.”
“I do not understand.”
“Yeah, I get that,” Dean mutters.
“Is this a problem?”
Dean frowns. It’s not a problem, not really. “No…just…don’t angels ever…play?”
Castiel frowns as well, face almost mimicking Dean’s. “Play?”
--- This was the first to catch my eye. Such innocent conversation. You got them both so well!

"“Never mind. We’ll work on expressions later.”
Castiel nods seriously, as though these lessons will be an important part of his life in the future."
--- Perfect! You nailed it here! Love this <3333

"“People need to be touched,” Dean says, because he can’t figure out how to explain to an angel that sometimes he just needs to fuck.
“Do you not touch Sam?”"
--- I cracked up so damn hard when I read this. Holy crap! This is fucking hilarious xDDD Oh Cas!

"He gently takes Castiel’s hand and slides it into his jeans, over his shorts, pressing it against his cock and showing Castiel how to palm it, to rub his hand along the length as it fills with blood."
--- *flails around while drooling*

"But he’s never been the sort to leave someone hanging, so he slowly pushes Castiel onto his back and opens his trousers, sliding a hand inside and taking Castiel’s cock into a tight grip.
Dean fucks to feel alive."
--- Oh my! There is a god =D *fans self* HOT HOT HOT! The thought of Dean pushing him like that does bad things to me *grins*

"He can’t help looking up at Castiel’s face. He wants to know what an angel looks like when he comes.
It’s beautiful. Castiel’s face hides nothing, he holds nothing back, and Dean wishes he could remember the first time he came, probably in a hotel room just like this. He wonders if his face ever looked that open, that beautiful."
--- Absolutely gorgeous! This imagery wins! My favorite moment in the fic, regardless of what's actually going on =P You wrote it so nicely...the language and word choice is lovely! Beautiful just like Dean thinks =)

And lastly, I love how you worked in “Password” with the flow of the fic! Very creative and unique. I worked so well with everything♥

I am soooo adding this to my memories and favorites! Exceptional job!

Date: 2008-12-16 07:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] skidmo-fic.livejournal.com
Thank you so much!

Date: 2008-12-16 06:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brainzz-insanee.livejournal.com
You ROCK my LIFE <33333333333
That was so amazing, super fun and intoxicating!!!!

It started off so flyin' funny then went into something so delicious that I can't give an adjective for it. Does happiness cover the feeling I experience by the end of this?

*offers you delicacies generated from air*

Where do I start? I loved the whole thing!!!!! *MEMORIES*

“Do you have to take everything so literal?” Dean asks, shaking his head.
“How else should I take it?”
“Never mind. We’ll work on expressions later.”
--- *giggles* So funny! Poor Castiel will get it someday!

“People need to be touched,” Dean says, because he can’t figure out how to explain to an angel that sometimes he just needs to fuck.
“Do you not touch Sam?”
Dean chokes on the stale piece of popcorn he’d picked up from the coverlet. “It’s a different kind of touching.”
--- TOTAL EPIC WIN! I so died here! xDDDDDD

His eyes are trained on Dean’s cock with a sort of curious detachment, and as the clear liquid begins to seep from the slit, Castiel dips his head to lick it up, smacking his lips as he does, as though judging the taste. Dean doesn’t close his eyes. He never does unless he has to. Seems every time he does he ends up back in the darkness, feeling himself become a monster all over again.
--- KRIPKE DO THIS NOW xD

He wants to know what an angel looks like when he comes.
It’s beautiful. Castiel’s face hides nothing, he holds nothing back, and Dean wishes he could remember the first time he came, probably in a hotel room just like this. He wonders if his face ever looked that open, that beautiful.
--- AW OMG. LOVELY. SO GOOD.

His dreams of hell seem so much worse now he’s had a tiny glimpse of heaven.
--- *SOBS* Oh Dean *snuggles* This last line ate my soul away with its angst.

Why so amazing? ♥

Date: 2008-12-16 07:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] skidmo-fic.livejournal.com
Thank you! So glad you liked it.

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From: [identity profile] brainzz-insanee.livejournal.com - Date: 2008-12-16 05:24 pm (UTC) - Expand

Date: 2008-12-23 12:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] qfemale.livejournal.com
That was the first Dean/Castiel fic I read where I didn't feel it was OOC.

:-)

Date: 2008-12-23 07:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] skidmo-fic.livejournal.com
Thank you!

Date: 2008-12-29 12:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gajillion.livejournal.com
oh this is so cute.

Date: 2008-12-29 04:07 am (UTC)

x marks the spot

Date: 2009-01-01 09:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nrrrdy-grrrl.livejournal.com
Right here:

“Happiness, you stupid bitch,” Dean mutters then moans softly as he comes.

Damn.

Re: x marks the spot

Date: 2009-01-02 02:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] skidmo-fic.livejournal.com
Thank you!

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