pledge_a_thon Fic #2: Angels Gone Wild (Dean/Castiel, Castiel/C

[tracy_loo_who]

"But you never even wrote pledge_a_thon fic #1!" you say (if you've been paying attention, which you haven't been). I wrote it weeks ago, actually, but it's not ready to be posted yet, so here is fic #2.

OH BUT WAIT, first I have one thing to say: I neglected to mention this in my episode review, but look at this cap and its SUBLIMINAL MESSAGE. The sun shines out of Dean's ass, it's canon. Either that, or he poops stars?


...I swear I will reply to comments soon. >.> In the meantime, have some fic.


Title: Angels Gone Wild
Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Castiel/Castiel (lol sorry aruna)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~3,200
Spoilers: 5x18 - Point of No Return
Notes: pledge_a_thon fic #2, dedicated to aruna who wanted Dean/Castiel, humor (but no crack), first time. I doubt this is what you had in mind and there's less humor than I'd hoped for, but I had fun writing it and I hope you enjoy it!
Summary: Coda to 5x18. Castiel gets fed up with the rampant UST between himself and Dean and decides to take things into his own hands (literally).


Part 1. Unresolved Sexual Tension

Dean knows a thing or two about unresolved sexual tension, so he's not all that surprised when Castiel turns up in his room in a random state of half nakedness. He's more relieved, actually, since Castiel hasn't been seen since he left them to face off with five angels and he hasn't returned any of Sam's phone calls.

If there's a moment where Dean pauses because something about Castiel seems slightly different, well, Dean chalks it up to the half naked thing.

What's surprising is how much Castiel apparently knows about unresolved sexual tension. Up until now he's mostly only looked (though there's been a lot of looking), and occasionally shoved Dean up against a wall, and his lips have been about an inch away from Dean's, but it's like Castiel could never close the deal, not even on that last inch. Like Castiel couldn't figure out exactly what all the tension meant and why he always found himself right in Dean's personal space.

That changes when Castiel grabs him by the arm, kidnaps him to an empty room down the hall, dumps him unceremoniously onto the bed, and handcuffs him to it, all without so much as a 'Hello Dean, glad to see you haven't put out for Michael.'

"What the hell?" Dean asks, and then, when Castiel begins deftly undoing his belt buckle without preamble or request, "What the hell?"

"You wanted me to blow you," Castiel reminds him impatiently, like he's annoyed this isn't obvious to Dean.

Dean sputters. "It was a figure of speech!"

Castiel gives him an unimpressed look and pointedly flicks open the button of his fly. "I don't do figures of speech."

Because Dean's head isn't quite up to speed yet with everything that's going on -- with the somewhat terrifying fact that this is really happening -- he stalls by saying, "When Sam gets out of the shower and finds me gone--"

"He'll also find my note," Castiel finishes for him as he tugs off Dean's jeans and underwear. Despite everything, Dean lifts his hips a little automatically and spares a glance downward. That's when he realizes his body is far more up to speed than his head is.

Still, he asks snidely, "What'd you write, 'Blowing Dean, brb'?"

"Yes," Castiel deadpans, and Dean has no freaking idea if he's joking or not.

"Wait--" And that's all he manages before Castiel parts his thighs, buries his face in Dean's lap, and swallows him down. Dean chokes, and Castiel sucks him into full hardness in a matter of seconds.

"Cas, please," Dean begs for the second time in as many days, and just like the last time, he has no idea what he's begging for, though it certainly isn't for Castiel to stop what he's doing or put Dean out of his misery or anything like that. It's just as helpless, and it comes out on a wheezy little moan of bewilderment that would threaten his masculinity if he was in a position to be concerned about such things.

But the position Dean's in is sprawled out on top of the covers wearing a t-shirt and Castiel's mouth. Around his cock, which he nudges upward and deeper into tight, wet heat. So worrying about his masculinity is pretty low on Dean's list of Things to Do at the moment, maybe even below curling his fingers in Castiel's hair and playing with that stray lock on the side.

Especially since Castiel is really good at this. That's probably what surprises Dean the most, actually. Whenever Dean thought about this before (and he doesn't want to admit even to himself how often that happened), he'd imagined Castiel to be focused but clumsy, and he'd imagined having to guide Castiel through it and show him what was good.

Castiel doesn't need to be guided anywhere or shown anything. His lips are taut around Dean's cock, his tongue drags along the underside and dips into all the places that make Dean shudder, and his cheeks are hollowed out he's sucking so hard.

All Dean can do is lie there uselessly and let it happen to him, which he's perfectly content to do barring the occasional jerk of his hips when Castiel licks across a particularly sensitive spot. It's fast and fierce and Dean is already dazed, but when he comes into Castiel's mouth with a deep groan, that's when he discovers what it feels like to be well and truly blown, from his head all the way down to his cock. Even his toes are a little tingly.

Castiel suckles gently on him until Dean squirms, and then he pulls off to pin Dean with his dark, hungry look.

"Where the hell did you learn how to do that?" Dean asks weakly. "You been watching Angels Gone Wild or something?"

"Not yet."

Before Dean can ask what that means, Castiel climbs up his body and leans forward so that his lips graze against the shell of Dean's ear. "Let me fuck you." The words are a low, rough whisper that melt Dean's brain and almost make him wish he hadn't just come.

Dean isn't sure if it's a request or an order or what, but he's still reeling in his post-coital haze and he can feel Castiel's hardness digging into his hip and yes, he wants this. Worrying about his masculinity is suddenly and definitely below getting that inside him on his list. "Yeah," he breathes. "There's lotion--"

In Castiel's hand, somehow, as he sits back on his heels. And then there's lotion on his finger and his finger is pressing into Dean. It's weird and intrusive and Dean has a moment of mild panic because he's never done this before and he's a bit terrified of Castiel even though he trusts him. Mostly, he isn't ready yet.

"Wait," he says again, and this time Castiel stops and looks at him. It's the first pause in this crazy whirlwind, and Dean takes a moment to catch his breath. "What's gotten into you, yesterday you were a nerdy prude and today you're a sex fiend? Finally lose your virginity while I wasn't looking and realized what you've been missing out on all these millennia? Who was it?" Dean doesn't mention how much that thought knots something inside him.

Castiel's gaze shifts away for a moment before returning to meet Dean's. "You're my first," he says, so sincerely Dean instantly believes him.

The knot loosens, and so does Dean, enough to blurt, "I'm glad you're okay, Cas."

Castiel's expression softens. "Me too."

Maybe that's what's different about him today, Dean decides. It isn't just the half naked thing after all, it's that Castiel seems okay. He isn't the bitter, lost Castiel who willingly walked off to his own death yesterday because he didn't want to live long enough to lose Dean on top of everything else. It's like he snapped back from utter despair over the course of one day, which is absurd and impossible and doesn't explain why he's so good at giving head, but...

That's where Dean kind of loses his train of thought. He figures he'll return to it later, and meanwhile he'll just be glad Castiel is really okay and in bed with him.

He squirms around the tip of Castiel's finger and waves vaguely with the hand that isn't cuffed to the headboard, because what the hell? "Okay, fuck away."

The look Castiel gives him is more fond than anything else, and he goes slower this time, probing gently and stretching carefully.

Not only does Dean not have to show Castiel what's good, Castiel is the one showing Dean what's good. He knows better than Dean when and how much to crook his fingers to make Dean gasp, and he knows better than Dean just where to press and rub to make Dean arch his back and sweat.

Dean's ready to go again in twenty minutes. "Now, Cas, now," he pants impatiently. It frustrates him that Castiel is still only half naked.

That frustration is nothing compared to how he feels when Castiel pulls his fingers out and gets off the bed, not to drop his pants but to say, "Wait for me, Dean."

Then he disappears.

Dean blinks. And growls, with feeling, "Goddammit."

(At least he doesn't get attacked by Angry Cas Paper™ this time, but it's small consolation.)


Part 2. Dean? Who's Dean?

Castiel has been staring at his phone for the past four hours, his thumb hovering over the 'talk' button. Sam left him three messages, but they were all more or less along the lines of, 'Where are you, man? You better be okay. Call me back.'

Castiel wants to call him back and let him know to stop worrying, he really does, but he's scared. He's scared Sam will pick up and tell him Dean's gone, or that Sam won't tell him but Castiel will be able to hear it in his voice anyway. It's stupid and cowardly and pathetic, but he's not dead and the last time he wasn't dead he found out Dean had failed him, so now he's scared that it will happen all over again. That this time, he'll learn he finally lost the very last thing he had. If he did, Castiel doesn't want to know.

"He didn't do it," someone says from right behind him, in a voice that sends a confused shock through Castiel.

He whirls around, already reaching for his knife, but then he sees who it is and stops cold.

It's him. But from another time, he sees now that he looks more closely. "When are you from?" Castiel demands.

The other Castiel replies, "2014."

"And you're still an angel?" Castiel doesn't know exactly what Dean saw in 2014, but he knows the gist of it. He knows it wasn't like this, that he wasn't like this Castiel who stands in front of him now, whole and confident and able to bend time.

His future self shrugs with one bare shoulder, and that's when Castiel realizes he's half naked too, somewhat perplexingly. But then he's distracted by the other Castiel repeating, "He didn't do it."

Castiel's relief is so great his knees go weak. And it's not just relief -- there's wonder and joy, too, because he'd been so convinced Dean would betray his faith and abandon him just like God had, but Dean hasn't, because he's Dean, Dean--

The other Castiel chuckles, and Castiel glances sharply at him. Suddenly he wants to ask him everything. How he is, how Dean and Sam are in the future, if they killed Lucifer, if they saved the world while there was still a world to be saved, how they did it, if God maybe lent them a hand in the end after all--

"Whoa, Cas," future Castiel says as he raises a hand. "I'm not here to answer all of your life's questions."

Castiel narrows his eyes dangerously. "Then why are you here?"

"To tell you to hurry up and fuck Dean already."

Castiel stares, unsure whether to be angry or suspicious or just incredulous. "What?"

"Come on," his future self says with a roll of his eyes that's very reminiscent of Dean. "You've been dancing around this for over a year now, building up all this sexual tension with smoldering looks and personal space sharing. Dean finally got up the courage to hit on you yesterday and then you practically dry humped him against a filthy alley wall. It's time to bang the gong, Cas. Hell, it's been time for months now, but better late than never, right?"

"I don't understand," Castiel replies stiffly, although somewhere, something clicks into place and he thinks part of him does actually understand.

"Yes, you do," the other Castiel tells him as he advances into his personal space, "but I'll give you an extra little nudge anyway."

They're in a vast, empty field, and Castiel doesn't mean to let himself be pushed down onto the grass and straddled, but his future self is stronger than he is and he can molest Castiel if he wants to.

Apparently he wants to. He works Castiel's pants open and slides a hand in, and Castiel draws a sharp breath.

He's never been touched like this before, and he doesn't understand why the him from 2014 would travel back to now just to do this, but it's him, so Castiel can't help but trust him.

...Besides, he kind of likes it.

Future Castiel fondles and squeezes until Castiel is hard in his pants for the first time and breathing erratically, and then he gives him two long, firm strokes. The sensation is startlingly intense and pleasurable, and Castiel closes his eyes, tips his head back, and groans softly, "Dean."

Then he bucks up into the hand, but it's gone.

Castiel's eyes snap open in irritation, only to see his future self grin smugly down at him in a way that makes Castiel wonder when he'll start grinning like that. "Dean's waiting," future Castiel promises him. "But fair warning, he's gonna be pissed at you."

"Why?"

"And between you and me, you really should stop being so angry with Father." Castiel snaps his jaw shut, immediately alert again and paying full attention. The other Castiel isn't grinning anymore, and it's the first serious edge Castiel has heard in his voice. "He may not want to help, but that's because He's already given us everything we need. We're alive, and we've got Dean, Sam, and free will. What more could we ask for?"

Castiel opens his mouth to ask something, anything, but his future self presses two fingers against his forehead and sends him away.


Part 3. About Fucking Time

For a moment Castiel contemplates following his past self if only to be amused by how wide his eyes must be at this very moment upon seeing Dean cuffed to the bed and naked from waist down, but he decides to pass. After all, he remembers every detail with perfect clarity.

He knows Dean is glaring at him and hissing, "Where the hell have you been?" His eyes fall to Castiel's open fly. "If you say 'breeding with the mouth of a goat' I'll--"

"No," Castiel replies with a twitch of his lips, eyes roaming over Dean's body. Then he licks his lips. "Can I...?"

"Yes! How many times do I have to say it?" Dean snaps. "In fact, if you don't, I'm gonna do something to piss you off so much that you do."

"Like what?"

"I dunno, wiggle my ass at you?" Dean asks sarcastically. "I swear, Cas, not even Lindsay Saska looked that angry with me for hitting on her in tenth grade, and she slapped me."

Then Castiel will look at Dean in his you're-going-to-get-laid-immediately way again and this time, he'll climb into bed behind Dean and take him right then and there.

Castiel still remembers the awe of it, not just at how good it felt but at the very fact that they were both there, together and doing this with each other. Castiel will be clumsy at first and not sure how best to go about it, and Dean will be surprised but more than willing to give him cues when he can and experiment when he can't. It'll be intimate, and surprisingly fun.

Castiel will say gruffly as Dean comes beneath him, "I'm sorry for not having more faith in you."

But Dean will just shake his head and then just shake, from pleasure or emotion or both, and Castiel will clutch him tighter and thrust into him recklessly. Dean will spread his legs wider to let him have more. Castiel's first orgasm will blindside him, and afterward while they're tangled together, Dean will press their foreheads together and whisper, "Thanks, Cas."

"For what?"

Dean will shrug and smile a bit. "Only, you know, everything."

And for the very first time, Castiel will feel that someone truly appreciates his devotion. It will make all the difference in the world.

There will be more sleeping together after that, along with fighting together and bleeding together and finally winning together. Dean, Sam, and Castiel will do it all on their own, and Castiel will be the only angel Dean ever lets inside him.

Then one day Castiel will find himself here in this field again.

He smiles to himself and decides that his work here is done. It's time to go home.


Part 4. 2014

Even after all these years, waking up next to Castiel is still a highlight of every day. Gone are the days when Dean's first thought upon waking up would be to wonder if he'd find everyone had abandoned him in his sleep, but he never takes it for granted. He's grateful Castiel is always here beside him, and he likes to roll over and kiss whatever patch of skin his lips land on just because Castiel is his and he can.

Which is why, when Dean rolls over today to find not only an empty bed but Castiel appearing in the room half naked with mussed hair and swollen lips, it feels a bit like being dunked in a tank of icicles.

"You sucked somebody else's cock," he says flatly. Even so, it's impossible to keep the hurt out of his voice because even though they'd never technically agreed to be exclusive, it had been an unspoken promise. Dean had even given up women for this son of a bitch.

"No," Castiel denies, coming closer to the bed.

Dean snorts. "Come on, Cas, I know what you look like when you've been sucking cock."

"I have been," Castiel concedes. "Yours."

"I think I'd notice if--"

Castiel cuts him off pointedly. "The very first blow job you ever got from me."

It takes several long moments for Dean to dig back through his memories and put two and two together, but when he does, he suddenly finds that that actually explains a lot of things. His eyes widen. "Oh."

That's when Castiel climbs into bed and kisses him. "Good morning, Dean."

"So that was you, huh?" Dean murmurs, now warm and content. "No wonder you were so good at it the first time and then sucked at sucking the next few times."

Castiel glares, and Dean grins back and kisses him placatingly. After a moment he asks thoughtfully, "So if we only got together because you played matchmaker and you only played matchmaker now because we got together, whose idea was it for us to get together?"

"You'll drive yourself mad asking such questions," Castiel tells him, sounding amused.

Dean thinks about it some more anyway. "Was it really necessary?"

"Perhaps it would have happened eventually even without intervention, but we really were very annoying." Castiel pauses before admitting, "Mostly it was me who needed a final push."

Dean perks up with hope. "You sucked your own cock too?"

"No," comes the dry reply. "Though I did molest myself a bit."

"And you didn't bring me along to watch?" Now he's more than a little petulant.

Castiel smirks and produces a DVD from somewhere to hand to Dean, who glances down at it and laughs. On the disc is written in Castiel's neat script, Angels Gone Wild.

The rush of affection Dean feels for his nerdy, awesome angel is best expressed physically, he decides, so he rolls on top of Castiel and breathes, "Holy crap I wanna fuck you."

Castiel lets himself be pinned to the mattress and looks up at him with all the fondness and hunger Dean could ask for. "Yes, Dean."


fin.

Comments

[draconic-girl.livejournal.com]

heh, OH MY GOD, this was awesome!!!
Totally, want to steal that DVD...

But yeah fabulous, loved the fact that Castiel was the one doing the matchmaking... and with such style!! :D

Yeah, that concludes the coherent part of this review...

Fantastic fic <3

'B

[tracy.livejournal.com]

*beams* Thank you, glad you enjoyed this!

Dean would fight you if you tried to steal the DVD. XD

[c00kie.livejournal.com]

<333333333333333333333

This just made my day.

[tracy.livejournal.com]

Thrilled to hear it, thank you! :D :D

[elanorofcastile.livejournal.com]

DELIGHTFUL! :D *\o/*

[tracy.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :D

[hells-hikari.livejournal.com]

This fic is absolutely amazing! It was so hot and hilarious, and I love the idea of future!Cas playing matchmaker.

Also, I liked all the little references to things that were hilarious in this episode, like the evil paper-attack.

Still, he asks snidely, "What'd you write, 'Blowing Dean, brb'?"

"Yes," Castiel deadpans, and Dean has no freaking idea if he's joking or not.
This made me laugh so hard.

[tracy.livejournal.com]

The papers are still one of my favorite parts of the ep. XD

LOL his note probably worried Sam more than if there hadn't been a note at all.

So happy you enjoyed this, thanks!

[harper47.livejournal.com]

Oh I love you. What a great idea! And such a wonderful read after Thursday night.

Angels gone wild. LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL.

OTP forever.

[tracy.livejournal.com]

*g* Ilu2, thank you so much for reading! :D

[tracy.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :D

[bindaroonie.livejournal.com]

Damn it Trace, I was just about to go to bed- thank goodness it wasn't a long one. (And that's what Dean DIDN'T say about Cas!)

As always, this was gorgeous- I love that this future Cas is a snarky, devious little bitch, going back in time to ensure his sexual conquest of Dean. Such a difference to the one we saw in 5.04, and SO in character to what we're seeing of him in canon lately. (Oy- kill him off and DIAF, Kripke.)

This line-

Dean, Sam, and Castiel will do it all on their own, and Castiel will be the only angel Dean ever lets inside him.

- made me tear up a little.

Team Free Will (Or as I like to call them, Team Free-Your-Willy) for the MFW forever!

[tracy.livejournal.com]

LOLOLOL ILU. ♥

I'm so pleased you think Castiel was in character, it's SO MUCH FUN writing him being such a sneaky little bitch.

I'm also glad I'm not the only one who gets stupidly emotional over those three at the most random moments, ugh.

♥

Thank you bb!

[tracy.livejournal.com]

I HEART YOUR INCOHERENCY. <3333333333333333333

THANK YOU! And holy crap, a truck-full of experienced Castiels who are ALL MOLESTING EACH OTHER, YOU KNOW IT. ffff.

[mushishi7.livejournal.com]

Hilarious! What a brilliant, brilliant push!

[tracy.livejournal.com]

*g* Thank you!

[dotfic.livejournal.com]

Hee. Castiel's sexass badassery is so great, he even uses it on *himself*.

(This makes me feel better about the hurty parts of the ep. They needed to have blow jobs and work out their issues!)

[tracy.livejournal.com]

Not even he can resist his own charm, it's true. :D

Blow jobs and hugs will save the world. ♥

[tracy.livejournal.com]

*beams* Thank you!

[strangeandcharm.livejournal.com]

"No," comes the dry reply. "Though I did molest myself a bit."

I AM DYIN' HERE. DYIN', I TELLS YA!

[tracy.livejournal.com]

THEN LIKE CASTIEL, MY WORK HERE IS DONE. \O/

[prongsy.livejournal.com]

This is like The Time Traveler's Wife or something. EPICALLY, AMAZINGLY, FANTASTICALLY, ADVERBALLY AWESOME!!!!!!!!

GOLD STAR TO YOU! I'm adding this to faves and YAY! \0/ YOU GO CAS... the DVD thing at the end was a beautiful touch. Dean and Cas... Cas and Dean. So beautiful!

[tracy.livejournal.com]

Funnily enough, I never even read/watched that. Should put it on my list of things to do.

THANK YOU SO MUCH BB, I'm thrilled you enjoyed this! :D

[mandy-croyance.livejournal.com]

So many of my favourite things in one fic: domestic relationships, first times, bottom!Dean, really hot blowjobs... the list could go on! Awesome work

[tracy.livejournal.com]

Glad I hit so many of your buttons, thanks for reading! :D

[vichan.livejournal.com]

Uhhh. You hit some pretty major buttons for me here: time traveling, and self-molestation (or whatever that would be called when Cas molests Castiel).

Dean perks up with hope. "You sucked your own cock too?"

"No," comes the dry reply. "Though I did molest myself a bit."

"And you didn't bring me along to watch?" Now he's more than a little petulant.

YESSSSSSSSSSS. DEAN WATCHING CAS/CAS ACTION WOULD BE AMAZING.
_{And then Dean would find himself being nuzzled by two angel penises that are both quite fond of him.}

[tracy.livejournal.com]

I AM TO PLEASE. \O/

UNF YES I WANT THIS THREESOME NOW. I don't think I've read Dean/Castiel time traveling threesome fic that wasn't angsty as fuck 5x04 fic, come to think of it. WANT.

[squeemonster.livejournal.com]

Oh. My. God. I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH RIGHT NOW, I CAN'T EVEN FIND ADEQUATE WORDS TO EXPRESS IT. <3333

This:

Before Dean can ask what that means, Castiel climbs up his body and leans forward so that his lips graze against the shell of Dean's ear. "Let me fuck you." The words are a low, rough whisper that melt Dean's brain and almost make him wish he hadn't just come.

Just about did me in. NGH..GUH.

You have made my weekend with this, bb! So hot and sweet and adorable and HAWT. This is exactly what I was needing after this week's episode. Our fandom is the bestest! \o/

[tracy.livejournal.com]

LOL I AM VERY HAPPY ABOUT THIS, THANK YOU.

That image kind of makes my own brain melt, glad I'm not the only one!

[tracy.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :D

[star-watcher81.livejournal.com]

D'AWWW OMG AMAZING AND ADORABLE! I love all time-travelling highjinks! In fact, this kinda reminded me of the Time Traveller's Wife novel, but without all the angst. Future!Castiel is ridiculously BAMFy and hot. Loved it! <3

[tracy.livejournal.com]

Hahha someone else mentioned that too, I'll have to read it! Or at least watch the movie. Thanks so much, glad you enjoyed this. :D

[love-jackianto.livejournal.com]

That was great! I love that Cas took matters into his own hands, so to speak ;)

[tracy.livejournal.com]

This angel knows how to get what he wants. ;) Thanks for reading!

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

I am literally making this face right now --> :D

This is so happy and hilarious and hot. BEST TIME TRAVEL FIC EVER.

[tracy.livejournal.com]

MY FACE IS LIKE THIS TOO, THANK YOU. <3333333333

[n-isfor-neville.livejournal.com]

"What'd you write, 'Blowing Dean, brb'?"

Haha.

This is so perfect!

[tracy.livejournal.com]

Yay, glad you enjoyed it, thank you!

[aschmedai.livejournal.com]

*rofl*
A wonderful mix of hot and hilarous :D

[tracy.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :D

[kaje-less.livejournal.com]

I WANT A COPY OF THAT DVD, LIKE, NOW.

[tracy.livejournal.com]

I DON'T THINK DEAN LIKES TO SHARE.

[gleeker13.livejournal.com]

HOLY!

So, I kinda promised myself that I would avoid the majority of Cas!Porn, because, well, I felt like it, but this was AWESOME.

It was definitely hot, and IMO hilarious. Seriously, the point where I realized that Cas went back in time my eyes widened and I grinned. Also, Cas molesting himself was just soooooo funny. Also, I love how relaxed Happy!Future!Cas is.

And then Dean got all hurt <3 haha, and the note! Future!Cas would leave a note saying exactly that.

[gleeker13.livejournal.com]

Also, I love the trademark symbol after Angry Cas Paper. I would defintely invest in the company that sold that. (Buy a billion sheets and get a free Cas action figure, compliments of Jesse the Antichrist)

[ibroketuesday.livejournal.com]

Castiel smirks and produces a DVD from somewhere to hand to Dean, who glances down at it and laughs. On the disc is written in Castiel's neat script, Angels Gone Wild.

...

I think I love you. Also, I am laughing my ass off here thinking of solemn!srsbsns!past!Cas being secretly filmed by his more mischievous future self. EVEN CASTIEL DOESN'T TAKE CASTIEL SERIOUSLY.

Okay also I love the "breeding with the mouth of a goat" shoutout.

[tracy.livejournal.com]

LOL IT'S TRUE, HE AND DEAN PROBABLY SIT AROUND AND LAUGH AT HOW HE USED TO BE SUCH A STIFF TOOL.

Castiel's terrible joke has a special place in my heart. ♥