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It’s been raining hard for three days and Sam hasn’t been back yet from his last case. Dark, damp and alone, that’s what Dean felt just now as the last lightning strike cut the power in the bunker. Dean hissed a low cuss after tripping over two tables and a couple of chairs that was stacked in the command center before he got into the main switch.
As soon as Dean pulled up the switch Castiel was in front of his face. His mouth an inch way from Castiels.
Son of a bitch! Cas! I told you about suddenly popping up in front of me, you almost gave me a heart attack!
Hello Dean. I apologise rest assured I can heal you if that happens. I heard you call...
Cas I didn't call you.
I heard you Dean, I never miss your call.
Dean thought back, he didn't call Cas. He thought of the guy while he was going further into the bunker, his cheeks was a sudden bright red when one thought crossed his mind. It couldn't be that...could it?
Cas was looking quizzically at Dean searching his face for an answer. Not that he doesn't mind Dean calling him but the call was different and he wasn't sure why Dean wanted with him naked and tied to a chair in the dungeon.
Dean? Why were you thinking of me naked and tied to a chair in your dungeon? Did I do something to upset you?
No man…uh…it was just…uh…nothing…uh…I wasn’t thinking that! Dean frantically picked up his flashlight and was about to make a quick dash when Castiel stopped him.
Castiel’s left eyebrow shot up as response. He didn’t understand why Dean didn’t want to discuss the thought with him and as soon as Dean turned around the angel caught his right shoulder.
No Dean! We need to talk about this right now, don’t make me read your mind, I want to know what you are honestly thinking. I honestly don’t understand why sometimes when you call and I come to you, you deny calling me, I want to understand Dean.
Dean didn’t really want to talk about that, of all places, he doesn’t want to talk about his fantasies of the blue eyed angel when he’s alone. He doesn’t want to talk about how he practically stares at the angels’ mouth when he’s talking to him. He doesn’t want to talk about how he becomes so flustered when the angel pops up from nowhere. He doesn’t want to talk about the idea of the angel tied on a chair in the dungeon naked while he pleases himself and mouthing Cas’ name shamelessly.
The heat was rising to his neck just from that thought alone. He wanted to get out of there and not think of THAT thought. Those are just thoughts, just thoughts and he wouldn’t want to act on it, not now, not ever!
Just then another lightning strikes and the lights went out.