--Just some random drabble that might be funny. Please let me know!--
Castiel backed against the cold brick wall, feeling the slick brick underneath his hands. His breath was quick, eyes wide, body shaking.
"Whassamatter, Baby?" Castiel swallowed. The person was close, too close. He turned his head, shutting his eyes. He could smell the strong alcohol on their breath, mingling with stale cigarettes. A hand wrapped around his waist. A finger traced his ear. Castiel whimpered, unable to move, too frightened and confused to fight back. "Aww, don' be scared, baby. I'll be real gentle like." Castiel bit his lip and shut his eyes tighter. He felt lips on his ear that were removed abruptly.
"Alright, sweetheart, party's over." A familiar voice said. He dared let his eyes open.
Dean chuckled, guiding the small blonde woman back into the bar. He looked back at Castiel, smirking.
"You'll kill angels that jack with me and Sam but you won't tell a drunk coed no?" He cocked his brow. Castiel righted his trench coat, embarrassed.
"She seemed very determined in her objective." He said. Dean burst into laughter, shaking his head and clapping the angel on the back.
"You want determined? One word, dude: Cougar." Cas frowned, puzzled. Dean started to walk away.
"Dean," The hunter turned. "Thank you for saving me from that Jezebel. I am not sure what she would have done if you hadn't been there." Dean shook his head.
"See, Cas, ya can't say stuff like that." He said. The angel cocked his head to the side.
"I can't?" Dean shook his head. "Why?"
"Two more words, dude: Slash fic."
--Funny? Yes? No? Tell me so!--