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He shouldn’t have done it. He knows he shouldn’t have done it, but Cas was so depressed after he fell that Dean wanted to give him some form of distraction. So he took the former angel to Spanky Sam's Sex Shop, it was a little weird going into a sex shop with his brother's name, let alone with Castiel, but it was the only one in the entire state of Utah that seemed worth going to. Since they were stuck there for at least two days on a case, Dean had decided “What the hell?” and dragged Castiel with him.
"Damn, Mormons have no fun." Dean had whispered as he entered the shop, he spied only the most basic sex toys and- surprise, surprise- no porn magazines whatsoever. He wandered over to the lingerie section instead, leaving Cas to do his own browsing in peace.
Twenty minutes passed until Castiel approached him with the item that had sparked his interest. Dean quickly turned from a pair of pink satin panties to assess Cas's decision, the box he held had the unmistakable image of a penis printed on the side of it.
Dean had choked slightly. "Cas, do you know what that's for?"
Castiel looked Dean in the eye, "I do know what humans do sexually, Dean. I've observed you for thousands of years. This interests me." He had shaken the box slightly, as if to indicate it was, in fact, the object in question.
Dean hoped no one had noticed the blush that spread down his neck as they purchased the dildo and exited the store.
Now he was stuck being half-hard and holed up with his brother and the man who was causing his hard-on. God damn it, he needed to get into a cold shower or something soon; his mind would not stop drifting back to the thought of Cas fucking himself with that dildo. If Dean let himself drift, he could almost hear the moans dripping from a mouth gone slack in pleasure.
"Dean?" Sam's voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Huh, what?"
"I asked if you wanted anything. I'm going to get food." Sam only seemed slightly annoyed that Dean had spaced out.
"Oh, uh, yeah." Dean still seemed slightly out of it.
"Well?" Dean only looked more confused at the question, Sam sighed. "What do you want?"
"Oh. Just, uh, just get me something that looks good." Sam began to move towards the door, "Hey, and Sammy?" Dean called.
"Yeah, Dean?"
"None of that salad crap."
Sam closed the door as he called back "Okay, Dean."
Dean immediately realized that his situation had become much worse; he was now alone with the man who had been giving him wood since early afternoon, and there was not a single chance that he was getting in those pants.
Damn it all to hell.