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S: Bad pick up line war. Three two one GO! G: If I said I liked your body, would you hold it against me? S: If I had to choose between you and a Chevy, I'd ride you any day. G: Are you from outer space? Because your ass is out of this world. S: I'm allergic to your clothes. I'm going to have to ask you to remove them. G: You have such a beautiful smile. It'd be better if that was all you were wearing. S: Let's convert our potential energy to kinetic energy. G: You fucking sexy nerd. G: What are you doing tonight? Besides me, of course. S: That's not a pick-up line. That's a command. G: Are you forfeiting? S: Hell no. S: You might

       Dean lay completely naked, his bedspread pulled halfway up his torso, watching as Castiel dressed himself in the pitch black room. He heard the familiar sound of Castiel pulling on his trench coat, despite the stifling summer heat. "Why do you always wear that?" Dean asked him, curling onto his side as Castiel turned back towards him.       "I was under the impression that clothes were acceptable in this society." Castiel moved to the bed beside Dean, sitting gingerly beside the Hunter. His eyes lingered over Dean's bare chest, making a mental list of the marks that he put there.       Dean smiled at him, playfully flicking his arm

       Castiel lay on the ground, his broken ribs taking longer than usual to heal. Uriel had punished him, much to Anna's delight. "Good, Uriel. That's very good," she had said, surveying the bruises on Castiel's body as one might survey a new house. "You did well. He deserved to be beaten."       Uriel looked at her, his deep black eyes showing his distrust. She was his commander though, so he played the part of good soldier, fleeing the scene as quickly as possible.       Anna kneeled down, smiling savagely as Castiel's eyes widened. "I have seen the colour of your wings." His breath caught in his throat, and her sadistic smile widened

       Castiel held Sam's newborn son in his arms, cradling the boy with an unnatural tenderness. Sam was in the room with his wife, celebrating the birth of their son, and Dean stood in the doorway with his arms crossed, able to keep an eye on his brother and his nephew. "He's..beautiful." Castiel's voice was soft, and one of his hands was on the boy's chest. Dean smiled at Cas, his hazel eyes lingering on his lover's face.        Castiel was enraptured with the boy, one of his rough hands gently situating on the boy's rapidly beating heart. He could see inside the boy's

Dean was getting antsy.  He really, really wanted to be with Cas right now, alone, but instead he was sitting on the edge of his bed, glaring at Sam.  Sure, Cas was there too, which did make it better, but Sam was just fucking around on his laptop, looking for a case. Dean cleared his throat obnoxiously.  Cas didn't pay any attention, just continued to sit in a chair looking out the window but Sam glanced at him, giant caveman forehead all wrinkled up.  Dean tried to signal Sam to leave by jerking his head at the door, but he was tense and it ended up looking like a repressed seizure, and Sam just went back to his laptop.  Dean sighed. This

Castiel was very confused.  Someone was calling for him, and it wasn't either Winchester, or even Bobby.  But the voice was familiar… He answered the call, appearing in a house that took him only a moment to place.  He'd died in this house once.  It was the home of Chuck Shirley, prophet of the Lord. "Good you came.  I kinda thought you wouldn't, even though I wrote that you did…" Chuck said, coming around the corner looking potentially more disheveled than usual.  "I just finished a new chapter," he said, explaining his appearance. "You called me?" Castiel asked politely, unsure why Chuck wanted to see him. "Yeah.  I've wanted

As if the week had not be stressful enough, Dean had found himself thrust into the future against his will, and so far he had not liked what he had seen, not just because his future self was a complete dick, and Sam was no where to be seen. It was the extremely drastic change in Castiel that had startled him the most, the way that future Dean acted with the ex-angel. They were cold to each other, not to mention the fact that Castiel was essentially on a constant high. Back in his own time, back in 2009, he and Castiel were friends; hell they were almost more than friends as his damned heart and mind kept reminding him. The thoughts that he h

       Dean picked up the empty whiskey bottle and glaring at it, he tossed it across the room towards the trash can, missing. The sound of shattering glass as it hit the wall and then fell did nothing but remind him of the pieces of his shattered heart. Not only had he lost Sam, but Castiel soon left for heaven, never to return again. Grabbing his trademark leather coat, he stumbled towards the door of his motel room. He was supposed to go to Lisa's, he knew that. He had promised Sam that, but at the time, he had Castiel. He didn't need the woman. Snorting, he almost felt bad about that thought as he abse