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"Cas?"
"Yes, Dean?"
"Will you sit on my face?"
Castiel sputters out the remnants of his coffee, blue eyes wide as he regards Dean, who turns around, meeting Castiel's eyes and leaning back against the counter. His Alpha scent, whiskey and leather, is heavy in the air, paired with the scent of Castiel's own rising arousal, cinnamon and vanilla. Not a single glint of shame passes through Dean's eyes, but his voice is weak, and Castiel supposes he's nervous.
"I beg your pardon, you want me to what?"