Princess and the Frog

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Written for @rosemoonweaver​‘s ficoween writing prompt challenge! I got prompt #16 and had way too much fun turning Cas into a frog.

Prompt #16: 

A small animal follows Character A home one night. Character A thinks nothing of it, and lets the animal inside and gives it something to eat and a warm place to sleep. Pretty typical, right? Well, that would be until Character A wakes up to find their animal companion gone and a stranger standing in their kitchen. Naked.

(I changed it so it wasn’t a stranger in the kitchen, sorry)

Title: Princess and the Frog
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: Explicit
Tags: First time; pining; Top Cas/Bottom Dean; Cursed Cas; blow jobs; hand jobs
Word count: 3000
Excerpt: 

“Come on, Cas, where are you?” Dean hung up on yet another voicemail message, and ignored Sam’s concerned moose face.

“Still nothing?”

“He won’t pick up his damn phone.”

They were trudging down a painfully residential street. There were skulls in the windows and cheap plastic ghouls hanging in the trees. As night descended, little pumpkin fairy lights came on all around them. It actually hurt Dean’s eyes to be surrounded by so much orange.

“He’ll show up, man. He’s probably got a lead.”

“Yeah, well, why did he leave a message saying we should come if he couldn’t even be bothered to specify where?”

Sam could only shrug. Dean hunched his shoulders and scowled at the pavement. He hated not having Cas around. He hated not having his stupid, pretty face staring unblinkingly at him. He hated—

Reerrt.

He blinked at Sam. “Was that you?”

“Was what me?”

Reerrt.

Dean looked around wildly. “Did you hear that?”

Reerrt.

There was a little brown frog sitting on the nearest letterbox, looking straight at Dean and making a noise like a rusty zipper. Reerrt.

“Hey there, little frog.” Dean approached cautiously. It was… kinda cute? And it had distracted him from his downward where-is-Cas spiral, so he was inclined to like it automatically. He held his hand out to it and crowed with delight when it jumped onto his palm, making the weird sound again. He held it out to Sam.

“Ugh, Dean, what the hell! Put that down, it’s probably poisonous.”

“Hey,” Dean said, affronted. “Don’t be rude.” He put the little frog on his shoulder, and it croaked right into his ear, which made all the hairs on that side of his head stand on end. When Sam scowled at him he stuck his tongue out.

The frog stayed on his shoulder for the whole walk home.

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