You Look Good on Me
Characters: CastielXReader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Word Count: 1627
A/N: One-shot written for @casbabydontgoineedyou / Katie’s 1K Writing Challenge / prompt #18 - The last time you made dinner, you caught the kitchen on fire. NSFW/18+ readers/adult content – oral sex, female receiving (come on, who doesn’t fantasize about this angel between their thighs?).
adorable, eager-to-please-you Castiel likes the way you look in his white
button down shirt the morning after a night of incredible sex. So much so, he
wants to make you breakfast.
(not my GIF)
Lebanon Times daily newspaper tucked under one arm, paperboard Gas ‘N Sip coffee cup clasped in hand, whistling low to the classic rock tune of Smoke on the Water, Dean Winchester leisurely rambled by the bunker’s kitchen threshold. Several paces beyond the door, he stopped up short, coffee sloshing from the ill-fitting plastic lid to splatter his leather shoes, brow furrowing, brain incrementally registering the odd sight presented to his peripheral vision. Gravitating backward, he craned his neck, peering into the kitchen, calmly confirming with a bob of his head that Castiel was indeed situated at the counter attempting to assuage an angrily beeping coffee maker into producing a fresh pot while wearing nothing but crinkled white boxer shorts. Dean scanned up and down the empty hall and around the otherwise unoccupied room before clearing his throat to announce his presence.
Cas snapped shut the top of the ornery contraption, effectively silencing it. Angling to regard his friend, he cordially nodded in greeting, “Good morning, Dean.”
Dean stepped through the door, an amused smirk overtaking his features, “Uh, Cas, look man, it’s great to see you finally making yourself at home, but where the hell are your clothes?”