Rating: R
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Summary: Dean introduces Castiel to the way of all flesh.
Notes: This whole bacon-sex thing is an homage to Dreamweaver.

Castiel stared dubiously at the warm flesh in his hand, mostly red and glistening slightly.

"C'mon, you know you want to," Dean said.

Tentatively he lapped at the tip with his tongue. It tasted salty.

"Dude, be a man."

Alrighty then. Castiel opened wide, somewhat apprehensively taking the whole length into his mouth.

It was salty, and smoky, and earthy, and sent a surge of overwhelming rapture through his body. It was ... it was ... he struggled to deal with the sensation. "Oh, God!" he gasped as soon as he could draw a shuddering breath.

"Um ... was that the Lord's name in vain I just heard?" Dean smirked at him.

"It was praise!" Castiel snapped back. Then, swallowing hard, he forced himself to an outward show of composure he did not feel. "I had no idea ... I mean, it's not The Presence, but still. I had no idea that anything corporeal," he gestured expansively, "anything mundane could be so — so amazing." Pause. "I understand now the appeal of earthly delights, these pleasures of the flesh." Castiel frowned gravely, his new-won knowledge weighing heavily on him.

Dean's brow furrowed skeptically. "Dude, it's bacon, not sex."