Misguided Angel

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“…….”

His shoes make sucking, squelching noises with every step, blood pooling around the crevices of his soles, leaving ripples in every puddle.

He wasn’t so alone.

Castiel’s smile spread, slow as the black veins continuing to crawl along his skin, a match to the ink already shot through his eyes. A bloodstained finger lifted to draw along Dean’s cheek, a silent demand for his attention.

“Yes.” He admitted, hunger and lust seeming to hold in his gaze and drop from his tongue. Cas stood close, but no closer than usual- he’d never given much thought to personal space.

You started it with the awesome last time I’m glad you liked it I was kind of hmm about some parts I am attempting to up the game especially since we haven’t gotten that far even yet?

YOU’RE MINE FIRST

You started it with the awesome last time I’m glad you liked it I was kind of hmm about some parts I am attempting to up the game especially since we haven’t gotten that far even yet?

“Why not?” Cas crosses his arms with a huff. “I wasn’t going to tear it.” From what he saw the man got blood on it all the time. A little prodding wasn’t going to make a difference.

He slants a thoughtful look at Deadpool. “What about pinching? Pinching is not prodding.”

“...Okay.” He’d had the personal space talk...he just liked to ignore it. Personal space was stupid. But he supposed he could withhold the prodding          for now.

“Yes! You were much more interesting than that boring America Man.” He leans in real close and attempts to prod the other’s face. “How did you get that eye thing to happen with your mask?”

“Why not?” Cas crosses his arms with a huff. “I wasn’t going to tear it.” From what he saw the man got blood on it all the time. A little prodding wasn’t going to make a difference.

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