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"Dean, just come inside."
“No,” he says stubbornly, arms crossed over his chest.
His refusal is met with a bitchy angelic eye roll and an annoyed sigh. Both of which are so unfairly adorable that Dean can’t resist ducking closer to press a quick kiss to the mist-damp curls above Castiel's ear. "I love you, but I'm not setting a single foot in that hell hole."
Cas runs a finger along the length of his jaw before leaning in to whisper, “I love you too and we’re definitely doing this.”
"Damn it, Cas, I said no!"
A long suffering sigh follows. "You're being unreasonable."
He rocks back on his heels, mouth dropping open in affront as he aims a finger at his boyfriend's annoyingly perfect face. "You're being unreasonable." He feels his cheeks heat up at the lame comeback, the blush spreading down the back of his neck as Cas merely arches a brow in response.
"You know, springing this idea on me with no warning was rude," Dean rants on, warming to his topic with a gusto that he usually saves for his weekly ‘Salads aren't a meal’ argument with Sam. "Consent is sexy, dude, and no means no."
"I want us to get pedicures," Cas responds dryly, "Not perform mutual fellatio in public."
The tantalizing idea of public blowjobs sidetracks Dean just long enough for Cas to sidle even closer, his fingers slipping under Dean's t-shirt to trace increasingly distracting patterns over his hip bones. "I want us to do something nice together. Something to make you feel good."
"Let's do that other thing then," Dean snipes, feeling his resolve weaken with each teasing stroke of those clever fingers.
Cas slips one hand further up his shirt to tweak a nipple playfully, leaning closer so his lips brush the shell of Dean's ear. "We have plenty of time to indulge your proclivity for semi-public sexual encounters later. Right now I want to go inside and let someone else pamper us."
Sensing weakness in the way Dean sways closer, Cas pulls out the big guns, his lower lip plumping into an adorable pout while those blue eyes gaze up at him in a silent plea. "Please," he whispers, pressing a series of kisses to the sensitive skin just below Dean's jaw line, a spot that Cas damn well knows makes him weak in the knees.
"Cheater," Dean whispers, his accusation lost in a soft sigh as he relaxes into the solid presence of the angel curling into him. He lets his forehead drop to rest on Cas's broad shoulder, mumbling into the crook of his neck, "Being cute and shit isn't going to work every time, you know that right?"
"But it's going to work this time?" Cas asks, his lips curving up in a broad smile that Dean can feel against his temple.
"And you still owe me a blowjob. Maybe even two."
Cas lets out a surprised chuckle, slipping his arms fully around Dean to pull him into a proper embrace. "I will gladly engage in sexual congress with you later."
It's easy to tip his head, a pleased hum escaping him as the angel catches his lips for a short yet surprisingly thorough kiss. He chases the sensation of chapped lips as Cas leans back making the angel drop one last peck on the end of Dean's nose before pulling out of his embrace, laughing when he sees the disgruntled frown on his boyfriend's face.
"Come on, we're going to be late for our appointments." Cas laces their fingers together, tugging Dean toward their destination, a brightly decorated storefront in the middle of a rather rundown looking strip mall on the outskirts of Lebanon. Dean can't help but snort when they get close enough to read the name above the door. Heavenly Nail Spa.
"Really, Cas?" He inclines his head toward the sign.
"I'm an angel of the Lord, Dean. It seemed fitting."
His voice is so matter of fact that Dean isn't even sure he's joking until he sees the tiny smirk quirking Castiel's lips. Cas looks so proud of his joke that Dean can't resist swooping in for another kiss. "Smart ass," he mutters.
The accusation makes Cas laugh, his mouth curving up even further into a pleased little grin that makes Dean feel a bit like he's been punched in his feelings.
"You make me very happy." The words are sweet with sincerity even as Cas punctuates them by playfully groping Dean's ass with his free hand before continuing, "And I agree to your terms."
"My terms?"
"That you, Dean Winchester, are entitled to two blowjobs for doing this with me."
"You better believe it," Dean shoots back as he eyes the brightly stenciled glass door with a healthy dose of suspicion and squares his shoulders as if heading into battle instead of a brightly lit nail salon decorated with cheesy angel wings and halos. "Let's do this."
And if that makes Cas' nose do an adorable little crinkle that makes Dean want to goddamn swoon? Well, who the fuck cares?
Not Dean.