Title: Bad Timing
Author: shink_fic
Disclaimer: I lie
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~700
Genre/ Pairing: Dean/Castiel, slash
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Tentacle monsters?
Summary: For the Dean/Castiel kinkmeme- Dean and Castiel fighting some evil thing (up to you), Dean is momentarily taken down and sees Cas get hit then spitting out the blood and coming back at the beastie all determined and undeniably hot. Dean's thoughts on this is a must, at least have post victory/adrenaline rushed making out and groping. First time if you can please, I'd like for that image to be a wake-up call of sorts for Dean.

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Dean hates monsters with tentacles. They're hard to fight because they hit so many places at once. He'd thought that having an angel fighting with him, Cas tagging along because the tentacled thing was about the bring about the freaking apocalypse or some shit, would help, but it doesn't do much other than distract the thing with his new angel-shaped punching bag while Dean tries to stab it in the face with an ornamental sword. Not that it has a face.
   
A tentacle comes out of no where and wraps around Dean's waist, soaking his shirt with slime, and throws him back, sending him crashing to the ground. Castiel lunges towards him, probably trying to help, and the thing does the same to him, the angel landing sprawled on his stomach, head hitting the pavement with an audible crack.
   
"Cas!" Dean calls. "You alright?"
   
The angel doesn't answer. Cas stands up and growls- actually fucking growls in a way that is terrifying and something else that Dean doesn't really want to identify right now- and runs back towards the monster, bleeding from a split eyebrow and lip.
   
He stops, still glaring at it, and tilts his head to spit a clot of blood onto the ground.
   
And Dean has to pause, in the middle of fucking battle, holding a rusty sword and just fucking standing there with his mouth open because that is so much sexier than it should be. A dude angel covered in blood and spitting just pushed all of his buttons at once and, for some reason, Dean's not surprised.
   
Although the urge to grab Cas, throw him down and go at it is sudden, it's not really new. Dean's probably had a big gay crush on Castiel for a while now.
   
A big tentacle comes out of nowhere and smacks him upside the head, interrupting his epiphany. He falls to the ground, the sword clattering next to him and the world spinning. Cas suddenly appears next to him, grabbing the sword and swinging it at the monster in a way that Dean would not have realized ten minutes ago is pretty damn hot, shoulders flexing under his coat.
   
"Are you alright?" Castiel asks, finished hacking the thing to pieces. Dean is pretty alright, since his head has calmed down enough to do some serious thinking.
   
Thought one: they dragged him out of hell, they can throw him back in.
   
Thought two: Cas' face is way to close to his.
   
Dean wraps his hand around Cas' tie, digging his fingers into the cotton, and pulls down, locking his lips to his angel's.  Yeah, he did just think of Cas as his angel, but he's probably already booked on the express flight back to hell, so what does it hurt? Dean's covered in slime and Cas' mouth is full of blood but it's got to be the sexiest kiss he's ever had, hands down. Cas is hesitant at first, shocked really, but he cups his hand around Dean's face, fingers threading in his hair, and holds Dean there. Dean tastes blood in Cas' mouth, sweat on his lips and an indefinable taste that's just Cas. The adrenaline's pumping through both of them so thickly that Dean can almost smell it, and it's intoxicating.
   
They pull apart, Dean proud of himself for making an angel pant because he's about seventy percent sure that Cas doesn't actually need to breathe and that's all his mad kissing skills. His arms are wrapped around Cas' neck, which kind of makes him the girl, but that's not much of a problem right now.
   
"I assume you are fine," Castiel deadpans, his lips red and his hair messy, and Dean has to laugh even though he doesn't think Cas is kidding.
   
"I'm pretty good," Dean says, grinning like an idiot. Cas tips his head to the side, wordlessly asking what the joke is. Dean kisses him again.

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