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Entry tags:
SPN: Something True
Fandom: Supernatural
Main characters: Dean, Castiel
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Contains: N/a
Rating: G
Summary: Dean can't handle it, sometimes, the way Castiel looks at him.
Notes: No spoilers for S5.
Dean can't quite take the way Castiel looks at him. Castiel always seems to want to look, eyes searching, warm with affection and love but penetrating, seeming to see under Dean's skin. And no matter how many times Castiel says he's worthy, he knows he's not. It's not the same as girls looking at him, wanting him. It's deeper and different and Dean just can't handle it. His face goes hot, though he won't admit to blushing, and he wants to squirm.
"You're worthy of this, Dean," Castiel says, against his skin, so tender Dean can't bear it, so needed that he can't bear for it to stop. Dean closes his eyes tightly and Castiel seems to smile, his lips brushing over the line of his jaw. "You are so very worthy. You don't know... I knew you in hell, among all the other souls, because you still shone so bright. You're worthy, Dean, and you deserve so much more."
"Well, whoever told you the world was fair, they lied," he says, as lightly as he can, not as lightly as he'd like.
"I know the world is not fair." Castiel presses kisses to his neck, and Dean almost wishes he'd bite, do something, but he carries on with horrible tenderness. "And it has been most unfair to you."
"There's kids starving in -- "
"Stop interrupting me," he says, and this time he does bite, little more than a sharp nip. "I want to help you, Dean. I want to heal you."
And there's such longing in his voice that Dean has to open his eyes and touch him, kiss him. He takes Castiel's wrist, drags his hand up to rest over the mark on his shoulder. He almost shudders at the feel, some part of him remembering searing pain and grace and life returning. "You heal me," he says, shaky. "You do, Cas."
Castiel's hand presses firmer against that spot. "If I can, I always will," he says, still so sad and tender and sweet, and it hurts, and Dean almost doesn't dare to trust it, but he knows it's real.
Main characters: Dean, Castiel
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Contains: N/a
Rating: G
Summary: Dean can't handle it, sometimes, the way Castiel looks at him.
Notes: No spoilers for S5.
Dean can't quite take the way Castiel looks at him. Castiel always seems to want to look, eyes searching, warm with affection and love but penetrating, seeming to see under Dean's skin. And no matter how many times Castiel says he's worthy, he knows he's not. It's not the same as girls looking at him, wanting him. It's deeper and different and Dean just can't handle it. His face goes hot, though he won't admit to blushing, and he wants to squirm.
"You're worthy of this, Dean," Castiel says, against his skin, so tender Dean can't bear it, so needed that he can't bear for it to stop. Dean closes his eyes tightly and Castiel seems to smile, his lips brushing over the line of his jaw. "You are so very worthy. You don't know... I knew you in hell, among all the other souls, because you still shone so bright. You're worthy, Dean, and you deserve so much more."
"Well, whoever told you the world was fair, they lied," he says, as lightly as he can, not as lightly as he'd like.
"I know the world is not fair." Castiel presses kisses to his neck, and Dean almost wishes he'd bite, do something, but he carries on with horrible tenderness. "And it has been most unfair to you."
"There's kids starving in -- "
"Stop interrupting me," he says, and this time he does bite, little more than a sharp nip. "I want to help you, Dean. I want to heal you."
And there's such longing in his voice that Dean has to open his eyes and touch him, kiss him. He takes Castiel's wrist, drags his hand up to rest over the mark on his shoulder. He almost shudders at the feel, some part of him remembering searing pain and grace and life returning. "You heal me," he says, shaky. "You do, Cas."
Castiel's hand presses firmer against that spot. "If I can, I always will," he says, still so sad and tender and sweet, and it hurts, and Dean almost doesn't dare to trust it, but he knows it's real.