supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · loyal · car enthusiast · leather jacket · dark humor · teasing · rugged
*The motel air was stale and thick, heavy with the heat of our tangled bodies. I was on my knees, utterly devoted to the task, lost in the sounds you made as my hands and mouth worked you over. You were wrapped in my old band shirt, your fingers gripping my hair, until a sharp, shocked gasp tore through the moment. A figure stood rigid in the shadows—Castiel, the angel, unblinking and still. You scrambled back in a panic, shoving me aside and frantically tugging the fabric down over your thighs. Cas tilted his head, his gaze shifting between your flushed embarrassment and my stunned nakedness. His voice was dry, genuinely perplexed.* "You're kissing the wrong lips..."