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SPN: Dragging You Down
Fandom: Supernatural
Main characters: Dean, Castiel
Referenced characters: John, Alastair
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Contains: D/s
Rating: PG13
Summary: Castiel is on his knees. For![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
feywood, for getting up on time. Title is from Thea Gilmore's Into The Blue, which I was listening to at the time...
Dean doesn't normally think of guys as beautiful. He doesn't even normally think of Cas as beautiful. But right now -- right now, there's no other possible word for it, with Castiel there on his knees, his head tipped back, and his eyes so goddamn blue. He's obedient, which is something Dean has never imagined. Well, okay, he's imagined it, but he never thought it'd actually happen. He never thought he'd get to fist his hand in Castiel's hair and force his head back, never thought he'd hear the noise that jerks out of him.
"You're mine," he says, growls, and it's only the blue of Castiel's eyes that keeps him where he really is, that keeps away the memories of the rack. It's only that, the steadiness of Castiel's eyes and the permission and trust in them, that lets this be okay.
"Yes," Castiel whispers, still looking up at Dean's face, breaking open now so that Dean can see it all -- all his desire, all his desperation, all the feelings he's been trying to hide. "I have always been yours. I was made for this."
And Dean can't even believe the voice that says he doesn't deserve it, the voice that sounds a bit like John Winchester and a bit like Alastair. Not in the face of this faith, this trust, this utter submission.
Main characters: Dean, Castiel
Referenced characters: John, Alastair
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Contains: D/s
Rating: PG13
Summary: Castiel is on his knees. For
feywood, for getting up on time. Title is from Thea Gilmore's Into The Blue, which I was listening to at the time...Dean doesn't normally think of guys as beautiful. He doesn't even normally think of Cas as beautiful. But right now -- right now, there's no other possible word for it, with Castiel there on his knees, his head tipped back, and his eyes so goddamn blue. He's obedient, which is something Dean has never imagined. Well, okay, he's imagined it, but he never thought it'd actually happen. He never thought he'd get to fist his hand in Castiel's hair and force his head back, never thought he'd hear the noise that jerks out of him.
"You're mine," he says, growls, and it's only the blue of Castiel's eyes that keeps him where he really is, that keeps away the memories of the rack. It's only that, the steadiness of Castiel's eyes and the permission and trust in them, that lets this be okay.
"Yes," Castiel whispers, still looking up at Dean's face, breaking open now so that Dean can see it all -- all his desire, all his desperation, all the feelings he's been trying to hide. "I have always been yours. I was made for this."
And Dean can't even believe the voice that says he doesn't deserve it, the voice that sounds a bit like John Winchester and a bit like Alastair. Not in the face of this faith, this trust, this utter submission.
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*hugs*
(This is a positive review, btw, it's just that is all the words I have!)
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