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Cas’s POV:
It was their bi-weekly Friday night poker game, Sam taking his turn hosting. All of their friends were gathered around Sam’s card table in his living room… Charlie, Jo, Benny, Gabe, and Balthazar. Snacks were spread across the table, along with a slew of empty and currently nursed beer bottles. Although there was plenty of room for an additional chair, Cas had planted himself on Dean’s lap, never wanting to stray too far from him. He was sitting centered, legs bracketing Dean’s, feet planted firmly on the floor so as to take some of the pressure off, not wanting Dean’s legs to fall asleep from the weight of a grown man crushing them. Dean didn’t seem to mind the intrusion, glancing around Cas’s shoulder to view the cards laid on the table, deciding whether to play or to fold. Cas, never the lucky one of the pair, wasn’t playing and was starting to get restless.
It was a quiet night, the occupants of the small room focused intently on the game at hand, not much conversation taking place. He shifted his weight while fidgeting, hands pressed into Dean’s knees, and heard a sharp intake of breath behind him. Never one to pass up a chance to make his love smile, he paused for a beat, then drummed his fingers just once. Cas could feel Dean tensing beneath him, breath momentarily hitching in his throat. He could imagine the twitch of Dean’s lips as tried to hide his smile. Playing innocent, Cas lifted his hands, snuggling back into Dean’s chest, lulling him into a false sense of security, feeling Dean relax beneath him.
The card game continued, the sound of cards shuffling, being dealt and then laid against the table a calming backdrop to the low rumble of conversation taking place among the group. Dean was swept back into the game, paying no attention to the smirk growing on Cas’s face. Cas waited until Dean was thoroughly distracted by the cards being laid down on the table, taking in his own hand to decide his fate. He shifted forward and began pinching Dean’s knees rapidly, squeezing fingers firmly on either side of both knees caps.
Taken by surprise, Dean let out a squawk, followed by a stream of bubbly giggles. Encouraged by the adorable noises escaping his boyfriend, Cas continued pinching, spidering over the tops of Dean’s knees as well. Dean flailed as much as the weight of a grown man on top of him would allow, legs kicking out on reflex. Leaning forward, chest pressed into Cas’s back, head tucked into his shoulder, trying to hide his snickers, Cas felt Dean try to reach around him to set his cards down. To free up his own hands, for protection or revenge, Cas wasn’t sure, but he assumed probably a little of both, and he surely wasn’t going to chance the latter. Cas glanced behind him and saw the exact moment Dean’s face morphed into realization of how utterly screwed he was, and Cas couldn’t help but snicker himself at the look of panic.
Cards missed the table’s edge, falling to the floor while Dean tried latching onto Cas’s hands to stop the tickling, to no avail. That’s when the pleading started. Bubbly cries of stop, and please, were mixed within Dean’s loud laughter. Dean chanted Cas’s name over and over again like a prayer, Cas, Cas, Cas, the word laced with mirth, and music to Cas’s ears. If it was meant to deter Cas, it wasn’t working, rather fueling his desire to draw out more laughter. Dean had given up trying to stop the attack, instead trying to launch a counter attack of his own. He got in a few random pinches to Cas’s sides, but that only encouraged Cas to tickle faster and harder, causing Dean’s giggles to take on a high pitched, squeaky quality, the longer he went without a full breath.
Cas decided to give Dean a moment’s break, pausing his wriggling fingers. Dean gulped in air, giggling shakily in between breaths. A few moments passed, and Dean’s breathing slowed. Cas deemed Dean sufficiently recovered, and not chancing an opportunity for retaliation, wasted no time, pushing his back flush against Dean’s chest, pinning him against the back of the chair. Dean didn’t have time to react before Cas was reaching behind him and tweaking Dean’s hips and any worry Cas had of Dean tickling him back was forgotten. Dean had his head thrown back, shaking it wildly, smile shining brightly, cackles bouncing around the previously silent room. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill over with every squeeze of Cas’s fingers. Dean clawed at Cas’s hands, but it did little to deter him.
The group just watched in awe as two grown men had a full blown tickle fight.
Dean’s POV:
Dean didn’t know how he’d gotten himself into this mess. One minute he’d been playing a relaxing game of poker, enjoying a beer with his boyfriend snuggled in his lap, next thing he knew he was getting the snot tickled out of him.
Dammit Cas.
His knees weren’t even that bad, but the relaxed mood Dean was in, paired with the few beers he’d already consumed, had him belting out laughter quicker than usual. He tried losing the cards in favor of returning the attack, but the effort was futile. If only he could gain some leverage, get more than a few pokes and prods into the Angel’s own ticklish sides, but Cas was Not. Letting. Up. and Dean’s need to protect his own sensitivities was winning out over any chance at retaliation. He could do nothing but giggle his poor head off and wait for Cas to have mercy.
Just when Dean thought that time would never come, the Angel retracted his hands. Distracted by his efforts to calm himself down and momentary thoughts of revenge, Dean didn’t notice Cas shift back against him until it was too late. As Cas latched onto his worst spot, Dean had a moment to internally panic. Shit, shit, shit! Not the hips! And then he was gone. Cackling like a madman, Dean was sure this was how he would die. Tickled to death by an Angel in his lap. As the world blurred out around him, eyes squeezed shut and tears forming in the corners, his mind could register nothing but the electricity tweaking through his hips. And as he was driven beyond hysterics, Dean silently vowed to never let Cas sit on his lap again. Until next time of course…..