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Half a Beer and a Balcony Lawn Chair by seraphwings (PG)
Fandom: SUPERNATURAL
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Length: ~ 2170
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seraphwings
Author Website: unknown
Why this must be read: This is a sweet short story from Dean's POV. He's got a motel room with a balcony--luxury!--and a bottle of beer, but he's interested in an angel, and so far his tactics haven't been working. A nice scene between the two of them--nothing too heavy, but there's something very compelling about a Castiel who knows exactly what Dean wants and is still going to make him ask for it.
His humor is most definitely lost on the angel. Seems like the beer isn't all that appreciated either, the way Castiel takes a cautious sip and his nose wrinkles in a way that's both hilarious and adorable.
Yeah. Adorable. Dean's already come to terms with the idea that he's pretty much fucked. The problem is, as he sees it, it isn't so much that he's probably buying a one-way ticket back to the Pit for daring to get all hot and bothered over an angel. It's not the fact that Castiel's wearing a dude, either. That's old news. Dean's a promiscuous sort, an equal-opportunity seducer. So no, the who and the what don't particularly bother him.
Castiel's absolute freakin' naiveté, on the other hand...
He's had to throw away all of his usual pick-up lines. They sound suddenly hollow, stupid and inane in his head. He's tried to rely on his eyes, on his lips. Low-lidded glances and cat-curl smiles, winks and deliberate lip-licking. When he tries to hold Castiel's gaze for longer than would be casual it's always Dean who looks away first, because apparently heavenly beings win every staring contest and you can only stare into light like that for so long without running the risk of going blind.
Even if he's willing to get a little burned.
So he's down to this -- turning himself into delicious angel bait, hoping beer will loosen Cas up, hoping a nice view will lead to a nice moment, maybe lead to an excellent grope or two or thirty. And he's fooling himself -- he knows that, thanks -- but the motel room has a fucking balcony so why the hell not?
Read the story and feedback the author: Half a Beer and a Balcony Lawn Chair
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Length: ~ 2170
Author on LJ:
seraphwingsAuthor Website: unknown
Why this must be read: This is a sweet short story from Dean's POV. He's got a motel room with a balcony--luxury!--and a bottle of beer, but he's interested in an angel, and so far his tactics haven't been working. A nice scene between the two of them--nothing too heavy, but there's something very compelling about a Castiel who knows exactly what Dean wants and is still going to make him ask for it.
His humor is most definitely lost on the angel. Seems like the beer isn't all that appreciated either, the way Castiel takes a cautious sip and his nose wrinkles in a way that's both hilarious and adorable.
Yeah. Adorable. Dean's already come to terms with the idea that he's pretty much fucked. The problem is, as he sees it, it isn't so much that he's probably buying a one-way ticket back to the Pit for daring to get all hot and bothered over an angel. It's not the fact that Castiel's wearing a dude, either. That's old news. Dean's a promiscuous sort, an equal-opportunity seducer. So no, the who and the what don't particularly bother him.
Castiel's absolute freakin' naiveté, on the other hand...
He's had to throw away all of his usual pick-up lines. They sound suddenly hollow, stupid and inane in his head. He's tried to rely on his eyes, on his lips. Low-lidded glances and cat-curl smiles, winks and deliberate lip-licking. When he tries to hold Castiel's gaze for longer than would be casual it's always Dean who looks away first, because apparently heavenly beings win every staring contest and you can only stare into light like that for so long without running the risk of going blind.
Even if he's willing to get a little burned.
So he's down to this -- turning himself into delicious angel bait, hoping beer will loosen Cas up, hoping a nice view will lead to a nice moment, maybe lead to an excellent grope or two or thirty. And he's fooling himself -- he knows that, thanks -- but the motel room has a fucking balcony so why the hell not?
Read the story and feedback the author: Half a Beer and a Balcony Lawn Chair