disturbinglynic

Title: Banana Split
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG
Word Count: 668
Warnings: schmoop
Summary: Cas wants to try a banana split
Disclaimer: If I owned them then I wouldn't have to play with them in stories.
A/N: On the second season now!

Expanded from this drabble

Written for the experimental: whipped cream prompt on my bingo card for

kissbingo

Happy Birthday

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“Pie is the best.”

“There must be other desserts you like besides pie, Dean.”

“Well, I suppose during the summer, banana splits can be good.”

“Banana splits?”

“Yeah. In a long dish you lay down a banana cut in half lengthwise. Then, if you do this in the traditional way, you put in three scoops of ice cream. It’s one scoop of vanilla, one of chocolate, and one of strawberry. Then you put on the toppings. You put the strawberry topping over the chocolate ice cream, the pineapple over the strawberry ice cream, and the chocolate syrup over the vanilla ice cream. Then you load on whipped cream and top that with nuts and cherries. And that’s a banana split.”

“That sounds…intriguing.”

“It’s delicious is what it is. Hey, what do you say we head to the store? We can pick up the ingredients and I can make you one back at the motel.”

“I think I would like that, Dean.”

After a quick trip to the grocery store, or at least as quick as they could be with all of Cas’ questions, they were back at the motel and Dean was making Cas a banana split.

Cas stared at it for a few minutes, spoon in hand, and Dean couldn’t help but wonder what was going through the angel’s head. Finally, Cas dipped his spoon in, coming back up with a bit of everything.

Dean watched, no stared, maybe even gawked, at the way Cas wrapped his mouth around the spoonful of sweets. It was positively sinful. And if it was possible, it was even more sinful the way that Cas dragged the spoon out from his lips. Dean couldn’t help but lick his lips, even as his mouth went dry.

He knew he’d been in love with Cas for some time now. He was pretty sure Cas felt the same way, but Dean had still been hesitant. He just wasn’t sure why.

He knew Cas though. He knew exactly how to read Cas. He could have silent conversations with Cas even better than he could with Sam.

Cas was teasing him. Cas knew exactly what he was doing to Dean. Dean had no idea how Cas had learned to do that, or who had even shown him, but right now, he didn’t really care.

“This is very good, Dean.”

There was a tiny bit of whipped cream in the corner of Cas’ mouth. What little bit of control Dean had around Cas snapped. Cas had started this anyway. He leaned in and licked the whipped cream off of Cas. He removed Cas’ hand from the dish, picked up the can of whipped cream, and led Cas over to the bed.

“Dean, I was enjoying that.”

“Believe me, Cas, you’re going to enjoy this more.”

He took off Cas’ trench coat and suit jacket before pushing Cas down onto the bed and straddling him.

“Where did the teasing come from, Cas?”

“I had to do something, Dean. I was afraid that you wouldn’t do anything otherwise.”

Dean stared at Cas. He had looked so sad when he had said that. Dean swallowed against the lump in his throat and leaned down to kiss Cas thoroughly. When they pulled apart, Cas was smiling at him so sweetly that Dean’s breath caught.

He picked up the can of whipped cream.

“Open up, Cas.”

He squirted some whipped cream into Cas’ mouth and then along his lips. He slowly licked the whipped cream off of Cas lips before dipping his tongue into Cas’ mouth. The kiss left him breathless and filled with longing.

“Cas. Clothes.”

Before Dean could even blink, they were both naked, and now Cas had Dean pinned to the bed, whipped cream can in hand. He watched as Cas drew on his chest and stomach with the whipped cream. When he was finished, he looked up at Dean with a wicked gleam in his eye that he’d never seen before.

“You didn’t let me finish my treat.”