If someone once asked Dean what he thought a Greek god would look like, he probably would've answered, "Not like this."
And by "this", he meant "actually real and standing right in front of him".
"Aphrodite." says Cas, nodding curtly, but his eyes are narrowed.
Aphrodite smiles and her teeth are blindingly white. She's the most beautiful woman Dean's ever seen and he's seen a lot of beautiful women over the years--gotten to know a few of them quite well, too. Her eyes are brilliant and shine like stars but Dean can't, for the life of him, place their colour. Later, he won't remember what the colour of her hair was or if it was long, short, straight, or curly. He won't even remember her face.
Right now, all he knows is she's absolutely gorgeous.
"Hi, Dean." says the goddess, licking her cherry lips invitingly. "How's it going?"
"Um," replies Dean, "It's... alright. Well, besides the fact that it's the Apocalypse." Dean inwardly congratulates himself for not freaking out over meeting a goddess--like, an actual goddess, not some actor like the Trickster that turned out to be the fucking archangel Gabriel. But hey, this isn't exactly the weirdest thing that's ever happened to him.
"That's good." says Aphrodite pleasantly, clapping her perfectly manicured hands together. "I was wondering if I could borrow you for a minute--"
Cas steps in between them, quick as lightning, or an animal defending its territory. Dean's not quite sure what to think of that. "No, you may not." he growls, "We don't have time for your tricks."
Aphrodite pouts and the urge to comfort her suddenly bubbles up in Dean's stomach but that's silly because, hello--goddess. "It won't take that long." she says, "And besides, I just wanted to give you something."
"Love magic, you mean." Cas spits the words out like they're venom.
But before either he or Dean could do anything, Aphrodite is right in front of Dean, her honey-like breath ghosting over his face like a warm blanket, and then she's kissing him.
A small part of Dean, the part that usually gets him laid, pumps its fist up in the air and cheers, "Whoo! I'm kissing the motherfucking goddess of love!" while the rest of him is currently in a catatonic stupor and the only thing that comes out is a simple, "Oh".
When Aphrodite pulls away, Dean wonders if he should be feeling anything. He doesn't know much about Greek mythology--that's Sam's job--but he's pretty sure when someone like the goddess of love does something like that, he should be feeling something. He stares at Aphrodite, who's smiling at him like a cat that just caught itself a canary, and he feels nothing. Then he turns his eyes to Cas and he's suddenly hit with a wave of whoa.
Cas, in all his messy accountant glory, is fucking glowing--at least in Dean's eyes but he finds that he doesn't really care if it's all kinds of cheesy and corny at the moment. Forget Aphrodite, Cas is easily the most beautiful thing Dean's ever seen hands down, including the Impala. "Cas... " he breathes, "You're smoking hot right now, you know that?" And he wonders how he never saw that before.
Cas blushes but his face is scrunched up tight with something like heartbreak. "Dean, don't say that." he says quietly, "You don't really mean it."
Dean shakes his head resolutely and steps towards him. "No, I really mean it." he says, his breath staggering. He's breathless with complete and utter awe.
Aphrodite nods her head in agreement. "He really does, Castiel." she says.
Before Cas can say anything, Dean pulls him into a kiss. He freezes and doesn't move for a while but eventually Jimmy's body sags in something like relief and joy and he's kissing back feverishly, wrapping his arms around Dean and holding on tightly like he never wants to let go. Dean happily returns the gesture.
Somewhere behind them, he hears Aphrodite let out a tired sigh, "Boys," she murmurs, "How you mortals ever get anything done will always be a mystery to me, but at least my job here is done."
Dean tries to say "thank you" to her, but he's still kissing Cas and he doesn't really feel like stopping so it comes out as "mrrraw goo".
Neither hunter or angel take notice when the goddess takes her leave.
Love Like Rockets
And by "this", he meant "actually real and standing right in front of him".
"Aphrodite." says Cas, nodding curtly, but his eyes are narrowed.
Aphrodite smiles and her teeth are blindingly white. She's the most beautiful woman Dean's ever seen and he's seen a lot of beautiful women over the years--gotten to know a few of them quite well, too. Her eyes are brilliant and shine like stars but Dean can't, for the life of him, place their colour. Later, he won't remember what the colour of her hair was or if it was long, short, straight, or curly. He won't even remember her face.
Right now, all he knows is she's absolutely gorgeous.
"Hi, Dean." says the goddess, licking her cherry lips invitingly. "How's it going?"
"Um," replies Dean, "It's... alright. Well, besides the fact that it's the Apocalypse." Dean inwardly congratulates himself for not freaking out over meeting a goddess--like, an actual goddess, not some actor like the Trickster that turned out to be the fucking archangel Gabriel. But hey, this isn't exactly the weirdest thing that's ever happened to him.
"That's good." says Aphrodite pleasantly, clapping her perfectly manicured hands together. "I was wondering if I could borrow you for a minute--"
Cas steps in between them, quick as lightning, or an animal defending its territory. Dean's not quite sure what to think of that. "No, you may not." he growls, "We don't have time for your tricks."
Aphrodite pouts and the urge to comfort her suddenly bubbles up in Dean's stomach but that's silly because, hello--goddess. "It won't take that long." she says, "And besides, I just wanted to give you something."
"Love magic, you mean." Cas spits the words out like they're venom.
But before either he or Dean could do anything, Aphrodite is right in front of Dean, her honey-like breath ghosting over his face like a warm blanket, and then she's kissing him.
A small part of Dean, the part that usually gets him laid, pumps its fist up in the air and cheers, "Whoo! I'm kissing the motherfucking goddess of love!" while the rest of him is currently in a catatonic stupor and the only thing that comes out is a simple, "Oh".
When Aphrodite pulls away, Dean wonders if he should be feeling anything. He doesn't know much about Greek mythology--that's Sam's job--but he's pretty sure when someone like the goddess of love does something like that, he should be feeling something. He stares at Aphrodite, who's smiling at him like a cat that just caught itself a canary, and he feels nothing. Then he turns his eyes to Cas and he's suddenly hit with a wave of whoa.
Cas, in all his messy accountant glory, is fucking glowing--at least in Dean's eyes but he finds that he doesn't really care if it's all kinds of cheesy and corny at the moment. Forget Aphrodite, Cas is easily the most beautiful thing Dean's ever seen hands down, including the Impala. "Cas... " he breathes, "You're smoking hot right now, you know that?" And he wonders how he never saw that before.
Cas blushes but his face is scrunched up tight with something like heartbreak. "Dean, don't say that." he says quietly, "You don't really mean it."
Dean shakes his head resolutely and steps towards him. "No, I really mean it." he says, his breath staggering. He's breathless with complete and utter awe.
Aphrodite nods her head in agreement. "He really does, Castiel." she says.
Before Cas can say anything, Dean pulls him into a kiss. He freezes and doesn't move for a while but eventually Jimmy's body sags in something like relief and joy and he's kissing back feverishly, wrapping his arms around Dean and holding on tightly like he never wants to let go. Dean happily returns the gesture.
Somewhere behind them, he hears Aphrodite let out a tired sigh, "Boys," she murmurs, "How you mortals ever get anything done will always be a mystery to me, but at least my job here is done."
Dean tries to say "thank you" to her, but he's still kissing Cas and he doesn't really feel like stopping so it comes out as "mrrraw goo".
Neither hunter or angel take notice when the goddess takes her leave.