That Friday evening, Dean and Cas were going on their first date. Dean was nervous, even though he'd been on plenty of dates. There was something about this one that felt different. He struggled with picking an outfit, and Sam helped him out yet again. He wore a dark blue jacket over a plain white tee and denim jeans. He decided to pick Cas up this time, since it was a date.

He pulled up in front of his house, texting Cas that he was here. Soon after, he saw Cas walk out the front door, walking up to the Impala and getting inside. "So, where's this elusive 'surprise' you're taking me to?" He asked, fastening his seatbelt.

Dean grinned at that. "You'll see." He drove to where he thought was an ideal location; a quaint hill with a single willow tree, perfect for what he had in mind.

"Dean, why are we here?" Cas asked, looking at Dean in puzzlement.

Dean winked at him before getting out of the car, going around to open Cas's door for him. As Cas stepped out, Dean opened the back door, pulling out the picnic basket and red and white plaid blanket that he'd hidden in the floor of the car. "Where else would we have a picnic?"

Cas smiled brightly. "My god, Dean, you're such a cliché. I love it."

"And, lucky for us, no one comes by here much anymore. So we have all this to ourselves. So if I were to, I dunno, hold your hand... that's no problem." As he said that, he took Cas's hand, interlocking their fingers.

Cas blushed, biting his lip. "Why are you so fucking smooth?"

"Trust me, I'm really not. I just happen to say these things that turn out to be smooth by accident and I look like a god for like five minutes."

Cas chuckled, walking up the hill with Dean. Once they reached the top, Dean set the blanket, placing the basket down. They sat facing each other, Dean opening the basket. "We have only the finest cuisine here, including," he pulled out a small piece of Tupperware. "Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. And," he pulled out a plastic bag. "Potato chips."

Cas smiled. "Wow, fancy."

"And to drink," he got a thermos from the basket. "Some fine grape juice."

"This is great, Dean, I love this so much."

"Only the best for the best," he smiled. "See, that was another accidental smooth thing."

Cas laughed as Dean got two paper plates and plastic cups, preparing them with food. "It's still romantic. God, I feel like I'm in a cliché romantic comedy, only extremely gay. I feel like you're gonna climb up my fire escape in the pouring rain with a bouquet of roses. Even though I don't have a fire escape."

"That sounds familiar." He handed Cas his plate. "Isn't that from Pretty Woman?" He asked as he poured grape juice into their cups.

Cas was slightly surprised yet impressed that he knew the reference. "Yeah. How'd you know? I didn't take you for the romantic comedy type."

"Well, my mom watches those all the time, especially when I was a kid, and I picked up a few things. I'd ask so many questions and I think it bugged her a little." He handed Cas his cup.

"Well, here's to... being hella gay," Cas grinned.

Dean returned the smile, tapping their cups together. "I'll drink to that." And they both took a drink.

"I wish we could have picnics every day."

"It is nice," Dean agreed. He looked over to the willow tree, it's branches flowing lazily in the light breeze. He got an idea. He checked his jeans for his pocket knife; it was there. He looked to Cas. "Say, I know this is only our first date, but I kinda have an idea."

Cas ate a chip. "What is it?"

"Come on." He got up, taking Cas's hand and helping him to his feet. They went to the tree, Dean getting out his pocket knife. "I want to be even more of a cliché. You game?"

Cas wasn't sure what his plan was, but he'd go along with it. "Uh, sure. What kind of cliché?"

Dean used the blade to carve off some of the bark to make a heart shape, and in the heart he carved out "C + D". "How's that? Cheesy enough for you?" He crookedly smiled at Cas.

Cas smiled back. "As cheesy as a peanut butter and cheese sandwich."

Dean gave a weird look. "Um... is that - is that a good thing-"

Cas cut him off with a kiss on the cheek. He looked into his sparkling emerald eyes, smiling brightly. "It's a great thing, Dean. Absolutely fantastic."

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They went inside to the kitchen. "I'll make you some food, okay? You sit and relax," Dean said to Cas.

"Dean, I-"

"Sit," he interrupted.

Cas did as he was told. "What are you making?"

Dean got the bread from the breadbox. "A surprise."

Cas sighed. "Oh, do tell."

He got the peanut butter from the cabinet. "If I did, then it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?"

Cas rolled his eyes. "I'd tell you what food I'm making you."

"Don't worry, you'll love it." He got the last ingredient from the fridge.

Cas watched what he was doing and immediately knew. "Aw, you shouldn't have!"

Dean smiled as he brought a peanut butter and cheese sandwich to the dining room table where Cas sat. "Only the best for the best."

"Dean, you're too good to me," he smiled as Dean sat beside him.

"I just wanna treat you like royalty and spoil you rotten."

His smile grew. "I would not object to that."

Sam came out of his room in his baseball uniform, seeing Dean and Cas together and smiling. "Sweet, you're in love again!"

They chuckled. "We never stopped loving each other. Couples fight, it's natural," Dean explained.

"Right, whatever. But you guys made up, right?"

"Yeah, we did."

"Sweet!" He smiled, Mary coming from her room with her purse.

"We're going to his baseball practice. I can trust you two alone, can't I?"

"No, mother, we plan to jump on the bed and burn the house down," Dean replied sarcastically.

She sighed, a small grin forming. "I'm serious. You two have never been alone in the house together before -- as far as I know."

"Don't worry, mom. We'll be safe."

"Not just that. Don't you two even think about any funny business. Got it?"

"Absolutely. We will do nothing that will disgrace the family name," Dean promised.

Mary decided to take his word for it. "Alright. I'm trusting you two." With that, she left with Sam.

"How long will they be gone?" Cas asked as he took a bite from his sandwich.

"Usually takes around an hour and a half. Why?"

He gave Dean a cheeky grin. "Well... who knows what could happen in an hour and a half?" He stroked Dean's jawline, giving a sexy look.

Dean blushed darkly. "Cas, I said we wouldn't get up to any funny business."

"Oh, come on. Do you do everything your mother says?"

He paused momentarily. "Yeah, kinda."

Cas sighed. "Well... you want to, right?"

"Of course I do. But... my mom lives here, dude."

"I get that. I do. But it's not like she has to know. Right?"

"Well..." he sighed. "I dunno. It's a bit risky."

"What risk? She'll be gone for over an hour. That's plenty of time to, y'know, 'disgrace the family name'."

The color drained from his face. "Do you have to say it like that?"

"Your words, not mine."

He sighed softly. "Cas, I - I don't know if-"

"Come on, baby. Let me finish eating, and I'll give you a... treat."

Dean blushed yet again. "Jesus, Cas, why do you have to get so dirty when we're alone?"

He shrugged. "Can't help it. I just wanna give you that special lovin'."

Dean was skeptical. A number of thoughts went through his mind. He didn't want to ruin the sanctity of the household, but at the same time, he wouldn't mind ruining the sanctity with Cas. But anything could happen. They could come home early, his mom could call and hear that he was out of breath over the phone and know what was going on, or she could just sense that they were sinning. Because it is a sin to have premarital sex, Dean knew this. But all doubtful thoughts left his brain when he looked into Cas's electric blue eyes.

A smile broke across his face. "I could do with some special lovin'."

Cas smiled back, kissing Dean's neck. "Really?" He mumbled into Dean's skin.

"Eat first. I worked hard on that sandwich," he joked.

Cas scoffed, grinning faintly. "Whatever."

As he ate, Dean remembered some of their past trysts, knowing full well how kinky Cas was. Costumes, toys, anything he could get his hands on. He was particularly fond of his cuffs and his flogger, which is essentially a spanker with straps attached to it that dangle from the end of the handle. Cas's flogger had leather straps; Cas had a hardcore leather fetish.

"What, uh, what exactly was your... plan?" Dean asked.

Cas glanced over at him. "You mean what weird, kinky shit do I have up my dirty minded sleeve? I don't know. All my gear is back at my house, and I doubt my parents would let me back in the house to grab my cherry flavored lube."

Dean saw his point. "Yeah, and I don't have anything like that here. Is there anything you can use to... improvise?"

He thought for a moment. "Hey, isn't your mom a nurse?"

Dean put the brakes on his train of thought right then and there. "Don't you even dare. I see my mom in that outfit every morning before school, and if you sexualize it, I can never look at her the same way again."

Cas nodded. "Fair enough. Oh, do you have any whipped cream?"

He wasn't sure. "I know we did, I'm not sure if we still do. Lemme check." He went to the fridge, finding the whipped cream can in the shelf in the fridge door. He shook it to see how much was there. Only a little left. "There's not much in here," he said to Cas as he put the can on the counter next to the fridge.

"Oh well." Cas rose from his seat. "I guess we'll just have to... make do." He sauntered over to Dean, slowly unwrapping his scarf and tugging on both ends, pulling Dean in for a wet kiss. "At least we have a blindfold."

Dean gave a confused look. "We do?" Cas raised an eyebrow, playing with the scarf in a way to make it obvious to him. He began to catch on. "Oh. Yeah, yeah. I hear what your saying."

Cas scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You can be such a blonde girl sometimes." He leaned in closer to Dean, nibbling his earlobe before whispering, "I've got such a fetish for blonde girls."

"You gonna keep teasing me or are we gonna take this to the bedroom any time soon? We've only got like an hour and twenty minutes left by now."

"Be patient, kitten. You know how much one can get done in an hour and twenty minutes? It's all about the foreplay."

"Yeah, but if my mom catches us... together, she will kill both of us with a sledgehammer."

"Dean, you're exaggerating."

"No, Cas, you don't get it. She caught me going to third base with a girl once, and she nearly bit both of our heads off. But it was in that scary passive aggressive way."

Cas sighed sharply, kissing Dean to make him shut up. Biting on Dean's lower lip, he looked into his eyes. He let go, whispering, "How about that bedroom of yours, huh?"

Taking the can of whipped cream, he and Dean went into the bedroom. As soon as Dean closed the door, he dropped the whipped cream, pushing him up against the door, sticking his tongue down his throat. The heat rose as Cas's hands raked through Dean's hair and he let out a soft moan.

Dean pulled away, looking into Cas's eyes. "I want you so bad." His voice was barely above a whisper, but Cas heard every word.

"All in good time, kitten," he teased. "You can't just slap a steak on the frying pan. You gotta..." he ran his hands up Dean's chest. "-tenderize it first."

Dean couldn't take this much longer. He turned the tables, and was now holding Cas against the door, kissing him fiercely. His hands went under Cas's black shirt, gripping his bare back. Cas loved it when Dean got rough like that. Their lips parted, and Dean uttered the words, "How's that for tenderized?"

He nibbled on Dean's lower lip, taking his scarf from around his neck to around his lower back. "I get so tingly when you take charge like that. Do it again."

Dean grinned faintly. "We... we are gonna take off our clothes, we are gonna spray each other with whipped cream, and we are gonna have sex on that bed! You got that?"

Cas moaned pleasurably. "Yes, Dean."

He slammed his hand against the door by Cas's face. "I don't think I heard you," he growled.

"Yes, daddy!" He moaned.

Dean was taken aback. "Did - did you just call me daddy?"

"Just go with it." He attacked Dean with his lips, raking his hands through Dean's hair again, dropping the scarf. He let out involuntary moans, more than ready to feel Dean inside him. He'd never wanted Dean to take him more.

He stripped Dean of his shirt, tossing it to the floor. As he unbuttoned the boy's jeans, he took off Cas's shirt, revealing his bandage on one arm and the scratch marks on the other. Cas caught his stare and picked up the scarf where he'd dropped it on the floor by the whipped cream, tying it around Dean's eyes and pushing him onto the bed.

"What about lube?" Dean asked.

"That's what saliva is for, honey," Cas replied, picking up the can of whipped cream, taking the cap off and dropping it on the floor. He straddled Dean, spraying a trail of whipped cream from Dean's pecs down to just above his jeans. He dragged his tongue along the trail, licking up all the cream and giving Dean a warm, sweet kiss. Dean let out a moan as the bulge in his pants grew. "God, Cas, how are you so good at this?"

"Practice," he winked, even though Dean couldn't see it.

"That-that's not funny. You know I'm the jealous type, that's not funny."

"Oh, shut up and let me blow you."

That definitely clammed Dean up. Cas slowly slid the hard boy's jeans off, followed by his boxers. Gripping the boy's thighs, he gently sucked on the head. His tongue played with the slit, Dean making a sound of pleasure. He took in more, until he was deep throating all five inches of Dean's thickness.

He cursed under his breath as Cas flattened his tongue against his rigid cock. He grasped Cas's hair, groaning loudly as he sucked his throbbing erection. He fought every urge to thrust; even though Cas didn't seem to know the meaning of a gag reflex, he still didn't want to choke him.

Just as Dean thought he might climax, Cas pulled back, a thick sheen of saliva coating his cock. Cas swiftly and smoothly removed his own jeans, realizing that his lover was blind to what was underneath. He smiled, biting his lower lip. "Oh, Dean," he seductively hailed. "You might want to take off that blindfold."

Dean did so, seeing Cas in front of him wearing nothing but purple satin panties with a black lace trim. "You are so fucking sexy."

Cas smiled, slowly removing the panties, tossing them aside. He then proceeded to sit on Dean's cock, feeling his hardness penetrate him. He moaned softly, thrusting slowly and gently. Dean insisted that he go faster, but Cas shushed him, placing a silencing finger on his lips. "Be patient, kitten," he whispered.

He continued at his own pace, the feeling of Dean inside him giving him insurmountable pleasure, until after a while his own throbbing erection begged him to pick up the pace. He went faster, groaning at the feeling of Dean's cock inside him. He felt more than titillated as he felt Dean hit his prostate. He let out a loud groan as he came all over Dean's stomach. This triggered his orgasm, Cas feeling the warm juices fill him. He pulled out, falling onto the right side of the bed.

They took a moment to breathe before speaking. "We should clean up," Dean panted.

"Dean Winchester; expert pillow talker," Cas replied sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes. "Seriously, we can't leave any traces of sex in here."

Cas let out a sigh. "Alright."

He looked over to the raven haired boy. "Hey. When do I get to top?"

Cas returned the glance, placing a hand on Dean's cheek. "Oh, honey. At least you're pretty."

Dean scoffed, looking up at the ceiling. "I could totally top."

"Yeah, okay," he grinned. "Say, maybe we should... get a shower." He bit his lower lip.

Dean nodded. "Hey, that sounds like a good idea."

He clearly wasn't getting it, the poor sap. "Dean...." He traced his fingers along Dean's bare chest, raising his eyebrows at him.

He finally got it. "Oh. Y-yeah, I like the sound of that."

Cas grinned at his lover's blondness. "I love you blondie."

He kissed Cas's lips. "I love you too... raven hair."

(A/N: was that okay smut? Cuz I'm not experienced with writing smut. I have in the past but it was all SO bad, I cringe *shudder* so was it any good? If not I get it.

QOTD: what's your favorite animal?

AOTD: koalas and foxes (and my gf's is cats, I know that 😘🐱💙 hi bae)