A/N: Can we just call this Crastiel? Because that’s what I keep calling this ship xD
Request: crowley x castiel where crowley wants to do the do but cas doesnt know what to do?
Things were leading up to this and Castiel isn’t a fool. Of course he knows what Crowley has planned for their date tonight. His hands are shaking, trembling, and he blames his borrowed grace when Dean asks about it.
“Cas, we need to do something about this.” Dean wouldn’t let it go. However annoying his persistence is, Castiel is grateful that his friend cares so much about him.
“I can handle it.” Castiel says again. “I’m just-“
“You’ve been saying crap like that ever since your grace started failing you.” Dean takes a long sip of his beer and stares Cas down.
“You’re right.” Cas concedes. “But- I can’t just steal more grace. It’s complicated, Dean.”
“No, it’s not.” Dean stands. “Go take out one of those rogue angels Hannah keeps bugging you about and juice up, man!”
“So I am to decide who lives and who dies to make sure that I live?” Castiel expects this sort of behavior from Hannah, but he didn’t think Dean would resort to this. “It’s not my place to decide who lives and who dies, Dean. The reason any of this started is because of me, and I shouldn’t make the rest of the angels suffer for my own sake.”
“Cas-“ Dean pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, “you can’t just give up, man.”
“I’m not giving up.” Castiel stalks away. “I’m trying to find an alternative.”
Although he knows he doesn’t have enough mojo to get himself back to the bunker the same way, Castiel flies away. He can already sense Dean’s regret at his words and makes a mental note to make sure Dean understands that Castiel isn’t mad at him. Just frustrated.
Their date is scheduled in another twenty minutes and Castiel is surprised to find Crowley already waiting for him. That same devilish grin he gets every time his eyes settle on the angel makes Castiel forget his confrontation with Dean entirely. Crowley takes a moment to see his angel. Not just look at him, but see him. Castiel’s cobalt blue eyes never cease to shine and it feels like the first time every time he sees them. He never got bored of seeing Castiel in his trench coat and tie. He likes the tie most of all because he can use it as a means to pull Castiel closer without touching him. The anticipation and nervousness that it creates in his angel is almost as good as the kisses themselves.
“Someone’s eager.” Crowley’s voice is low and intimate, and he knows Cas likes it that way.
“I wasn’t the first one here.” Castiel couldn’t stop a red hot blush from rising to his cheeks when Crowley takes his tie and pulls him closer.
“That’s irrelevant.” Their noses brush and Castiel pulls away slightly.
“Actually, that’s very relevant.” He tilts his head in confusion and Crowley smiles. He kisses his angel tenderly.
“Are you ready?” Crowley laces their fingers together, ready to take him to Italy.
“I guess so.” Casitel coughs. “I can’t go with my-“
“I know.” Crowley’s brow creases with worry, but he’s quick to hide it. This night is going to be special. He doesn’t want Castiel to know how worried he is for him, that would only make him feel guilty. Crowley wants Cas to have at least one night where he doesn’t have to worry about his failing grace, or the Mark, or anything but his own feelings and desires that will be met without the slightest hesitation.
A breath later, they are standing in front of a cute Italian restaurant. It’s a corner shop and doesn’t have very many patrons. Prior to their plan to come here for their date, Crowley had drawn sigils to make it almost invisible to both angels and demons unless they knew exactly where to go. Castiel wants their love secret, and Crowley respects his wish for discretion.
After they are seated, Crowley orders for both of them, something he knows Castiel will like.
“You look amazing.” Crowley whispers. He shamelessly stares at Castiel and lets his eyes linger on places he can’t wait to see.
“Thank you.” Castiel blushes and looks away bashfully. Desire is clear in Crowley’s eyes and he knows exactly what’s running through the demon’s head. His hands are shaking again and he hides them under the table. “You- are very handsome yourself.”
Crowley smirks and Castiel’s vessel reacts in a way that deepens the shade of red on his face. Crowley doesn’t have to see to know that the night is going according to plan.
Their meals are served and they make light conversation while they eat. Castiel has more than a fair share of stories about Sam and Dean, although he doesn’t divulge anything that could help Crowley in his attempts to foil the Winchesters plans.
“Was he really drooling?” Crowley laughs.
“Yes.” Castiel chuckles softly. “Dean loves pie. Sam burned it, but Dean was gracious and ate it anyway. Although, I think he threw most of it away after Sam went to bed.”
Crowley laughs again and wipes his mouth. They’d all but finished their dinner and he raises his eyebrows. “Do you feel like getting dessert?”
“Um-“ Castiel doesn’t know what he feels. He’s so comfortable around Crowley, yet he’s dreading what he knows Crowley wants. It’s not that he doesn’t trust Crowley or that he doesn’t want it himself, it’s his lack of experience in anything remotely close to this. Once with a reaper, but that was different. He didn’t feel as strongly then as he does now. Staring into Crowley’s exquisitely green eyes, Castiel can’t decide. “Yes. I would very much like dessert.”
“Of course.” Slightly disappointed, but nonetheless willing to wait, Crowley orders the next course for them. The only thoughts that occupy his mind are what Castiel’s lips will taste like when they finally get out there. Crowley made sure to order something different from Cas. He wants to be surprised. Only when Castiel stopped eating his dessert did Crowley notice his trembling hands.
“Are you alright?” Crowley takes one of Castiel’s hands. “You’re shaking, love.”
“I’m just- nervous.” Castiel admits.
“About what?” Crowley squeezes his hand reassuringly.
“I know- what you want.” Castiel looks at his plate, suddenly losing a taste for the sugary dessert.
“And- you don’t want to.” Crowley’s heart sinks, but he doesn’t let his disappointment show.
“I do.” Castiel says quickly. “I- I do. I’m just-“
Suddenly, they are no longer in the restaurant. Extravagant furniture and ornate rugs fill a penthouse hotel room. The lights are dramatic and they highlight the best features on both men.
“I’ll be gentle.” Crowley promises.
“I’m just afraid that-“ Castiel pulls away and turns from Crowley, “I’m afraid that I won’t be enough- for you.”
Crowley’s arms wrap around Castiel’s waist and his lips find Cas’s neck. “You couldn’t disappoint me, darling.” He explores Castiel’s chest with his hands tenderly and removes the trench coat, all the while warming Castiel up with soft kisses and gentle bites.
Castiel’s nerves are near breaking point when Crowley slowly slips off his tie. His body cries out desperately for Crowley, but he fear returns with more strength than he thought possible. He turns to face Crowley and makes him meet his eyes. Searching for a reason to say no, Castiel studies Crowley’s face. It’s clear that he could search all night and not find one reason to say no aside from his own fears that he would disappoint his lover and he takes Crowley’s face in his hands and kisses it ardently. Renewed energy fills his body, not unlike that of stealing grace but it didn’t have the pureness that grace held. This is rebellious and that’s one of the many secret reasons Castiel fell in love with the King of Hell.
Crowley’s fingers are fast and they unbutton Castiel’s shirt almost effortlessly. He pulls it off of Castiel’s shoulders and arms before ever so slowly tugging it out of his waistband, stimulating a response that scares Castiel. His trust in Crowley defeats his fears and he allows Crowley to lead him to the king-sized bed that lay just beyond two oak doors. Slowly lowering themselves onto the bed, Castiel removes Crowley’s tie slowly, cautiously.
“That’s right.” Crowley reassures him. “I can get the jacket if you want to start with the buttons, love.”
Grateful for Crowley’s instruction, Castiel fumbles with the buttons on Crowley’s shirt, making him laugh. Too quickly, Castiel removes Crowley’s shirt and his hands get stuck. Cas blushes, Crowley kisses him harder and frees himself from his clothing.
“Would you like to the honors, or shall I?” Crowley tugs at Castiel’s belt and an alarming sensation shoots through him.
“Please.” Castiel breathes. Crowley kisses Castiel’s neck again and again, all the while working the belt off of Castiel’s body. Then the buttons of his pants and Castiel grips his hands tightly, his old fears returning.
“What is it?” Crowley moves down to Castiel’s chest, embarrassing the angel with the blatant desire that he’s being shown.
“I don’t know what to do.” Castiel is filled with regret.
“You don’t have to.” Crowley whispers, gently working his fingers into the angel’s waistband.
“But what if-“
“I’ve already got what I want.” Crowley says. “This is about you. Let loose, pretty boy. Anything you want.”
Castiel wants a lot and even more now that Crowley has moved his lips to his waist.
“Anything?” Castiel can hardly think over the demands of his pulsing libido.
“Anything.” Crowley’s promise sends lusty shivers down Castiel’s spine. Only a moment of indecision passes before Castiel’s fears are vanquished and the two embrace the passion that now holds them captive. Every need and want is met, and Castiel’s doubts are gone before the night is over.