AN: These are my oneshots for the supernatural kink meme on livejournal. Each has a different prompt. Enjoy!

Prompt: Cas/Dean
Cas and Dean play strip poker. Hot sex ensues, of course!

Dean couldn't exactly figure out how this had happened. One moment he's complaining to Cas about the dullness of waiting for his brother and Bobby during a storm in a hotel room that didn't even get cable. Then he finds himself explaining the rules of strip poker. He could probably blame it on that third beer he'd had. He had a pretty high tolerance for alcohol (he could probably still take out a nest of vampires after five beers) but, as Sam tended to remind him, after his third beer he tended to act on any stupid idea that popped into his head. Stupid ideas like suggesting to an angel that they should play strip poker.

Cas had taken some convincing. ("Come on Cas it's not like you have anything I haven't seen before. Besides I'M BORED.") He had eventually agreed, probably to shut him up. That's how he ended up sitting at the cheap motel table explaining the rules of strip poker to the angel sitting across from him. It should have been awkward but the slight buzz created by the alcohol removed any uneasy feelings.

"Ok" Dean began. "We'll be playing five card draw. You start with a small bet before the cards are dealt called the ante. Then the dealer deals everyone 5 cards face down. Everyone checks out there cards and bets again. Then you can trade in up to three cards from your hand for new ones before a final round of betting. Normally people bet money or chips, which represent money, but we'll be betting clothing. Each piece of clothing counts as one, watches and jewelry don't count. You don't have to remove anything unless you lose the hand." Dean seemed to have the explanation memorized as if he'd explained it before.

"How do I win?" Castiel asked. He was vaguely familiar with this game but, had never fully understood it.

"You have to get the best hand" Dean replies. Castiel's head tilts sideways until it's at a 45° angle, the normal sign that he's confused. The scrunched up look on his face asks 'and how do I do that?' so Dean elaborates. "The best hand you can get is a royal flush. It's a 10, Jack, Queen, King and Ace all of the same suit. Next is a Strait Flush, 5 cards of the same suit in order. Then comes Four of a Kind, 4 of the same value of card. After that is a Full House, a three of a kind and a pair. Next is a Flush, 5 cards all of the same suit. Then comes the Straight or 5 cards in a row. After that is a Three of a Kind, 3 cards of the same type, and after that there is Two Pair. After that is a single Pair of the same cards. Finally, if you don't have anything better, the player with the card of the highest value wins. Get it?"

Castiel stared at him a second before nodding slowly. He understood it… mostly.

"Then let's play."

The game progressed slowly. Castiel didn't get the hang of the game at first. He ended up barefoot after the first two hands. Cas does better on the third hand. Dean wasn't sure if Cas got better or just got lucky but, that round Dean lost both shoes and one sock.

As Dean dealt the next hand he couldn't help thinking about his bare foot so close to Castiel's bare feet under the tiny table. He tried to keep his feet away from the angel's. He may have a tendency to make bad choices after drinking but, he still knew that playing footsie with one of Heaven's warriors was not a good idea.

The next hand Dean folded because he had a worthless hand and then the following hand Cas folded for the same reason. That led to a loss of Dean's last sock and Castiel's coat.

Things got interesting on the next hand. Both player anteed up (Cas bet his suit jacket and Dean bet his leather jacket) then Dean dealt the cards. His hand was pretty sweet. He had three Jacks, a four and a nine. That was at least a Three of a Kind right there. He calls a bet of Castiel's tie with a bet of his shirt and raises with a bet of his belt. Castiel calls with his own shirt.

Cas trades in one card and Dean trades in two. Dean received a 8 and a Jack. Yes. That's four of a kind, an awesome hand. He's sure that he's got this one in the bag. Now is the time to bet big. If he goes all in and Cas calls, Cas would be left in just his underwear. The idea makes his stomach do flips but, he's ignores it. A nearly naked Castiel shouldn't get him exited. Of course if he lost he'd end up naked, a part of him points out. He ignores it. He's sure that's not going to happen.

It comes the time for them to show their hands. Dean grins wide as he puts his hand down first, sure that he'd won. His smirk disappears as Cas places his hand down. Cas has a 4, 5, 6, 7 and 8 all in diamonds. Cas has a Straight Flush, one of the few hands that could beat Dean. Now Dean has to strip, remove everything. Shit. His stomach is doing violent summersaults. He's never been this nervous to be naked, not even when he lost his virginity.

He stands up and begins to strip. He tries to keep a constant speed, not too fast or too slow or Cas will know that he's nervous. He looks up and sees how intently Castiel is staring at him, looking odd. The look is a mix of confusion and another odd emotion that at first he couldn't identify. Then it hit him, it was lust. Castiel was getting off on watching him strip. He realized he should probably be embarrassed or disgusted but, instead he was turned on. As he stripped his final bit of clothing off he tried to move to sit at the table again as quickly as he could so that Castiel couldn't see that he was half-hard.

"What do we do now?" Castiel asked. "You are naked. You can't strip any further."

That's when Dean got another idea, another idea that he would probably later blame on alcohol and the fact that his blood was being diverted from his brain to somewhere lower.

"Well, we could keep going. If you win, instead of stripping, I'll give you a special reward. Ok?" Dean says to Cas. He adds his best sensual voice to seal the deal.

Cas is staring intently at the wood grain of the table in a desperate attempt to keep himself from staring at the naked hunter. He nods, not really up to arguing at the moment.

Dean deliberately throws that hand, excited about the 'reward' he's going to give Cas.

Dean gets up from his chair and walks around the table to where Cas is. His semi-hard cock bounces with every step. He stands behind the angel and begins to undo his tie

"Why are you undressing me?" Castiel asked slowly trying to keep his voice level. "I have not lost."

"This… is… the best...way to… get your… reward" Dean says, the sentence broken by licks and nips to Castiel's bare throat as he begins to remove his shirt. One the shirt is fully unbuttoned he pushes Cas forward a little so he can slide it off him while he continues to lavish attention on his neck. Then, he moves his hand down to unbuckle Castiel's belt. His hand occasionally just barely bumping the bulge in Castiel's pants.

After tossing the belt away, Dean unzips Castiel's fly allowing his hard cock springs free. Castiel's barrowed body is buzzing with unfamiliar sensations of pleasure. He knows about sex in theory but, this is like reading a book about swimming and then diving into the deep end of the pool. He has no idea what he's doing but, he trusts Dean to keep him afloat.

One of Dean's hands strokes Castiel's penis while the other plays with his hard nipples. Dean's mouth is busy alternating between sticking his tongue in Castiel's ear and sucking on his wassure thatthe warring sensations were going to driving him crazy. He tried to thrust his hips forward into Dean's steadily caressing hand while keeping his face and neck within reach of the hunter's skilled tongue and continuing the tantalizing circular motion of Dean's other hand on his nipples. Dean forces him to be still, calmly hushing his broken moans for more as he quickens his pace. Cas was panting and moaning Dean's name, saying it almost like a prayer. Dean responded with whispered reassurances and groans of the angel's name.

Dean brings him to the edge of orgasm and keeps him there for what seems like hours. Castiel is swimming in the sea of sensations. The rest of the world falls away. He forgets about Lilith and Lucifer and the seals for a little while; Deans hands and mouth upon him are the only thing that's real.

Finally, Dean brings him to orgasm with a bite to the angel's sensitive neck. He spills white seed all over the motel table. Castiel's vision goes white for a moment as he experiences his first orgasm. It reminds him of his life in heaven, only better.

Seeing the angel come undone brings Dean to orgasm too. His cum splashes against Castiel's back further adding to the picture of a debauched angel. That image in itself begins to reinflate Dean's cock.

Dean stands up and leads Cas to one of the beds covered in floral print.

"That was only the beginning Cas. There's a lot more to come" he whispers in the angel ear.

His last coherent thought is 'maybe winning isn't everything'.

AN: I hope you enjoyed that. Please review (it will get the next oneshot out faster). I'll try to have the next one up by next week. Until next time :)