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Castiel barely managed to fight off the horde of Angels sent to kill you and him both. You did what you could, but you didn't quite have the strength and skill of an Angel, so more than anything you just covered Cas, fighting who you could, distracting others for him.

When you're sure that they're all dead, you turn to Cas, seeing him all bloodied up and broken. He's been through worse, but every time hurts like it's you, like you're the one bleeding on the pavement.

You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him in tight with no intention of letting go.

His arms came up to your back weakly, sore in ways he was sure not to tell you yet. You always worried too much about him.

When you finally released him, trying to cover up your small sniffles, he turned, moving away from you a little as he spat out a mouthful of blood, no longer being able to hold it in.

When he looked back and saw you staring, frozen, he thought it was another human thing he'd gotten wrong. It was wrong, or gross, or some other strange emotion he wasn't entirely sure of.

He tried to start an apology but he was shut down fast, your prayer interrupting him.

"Do that to me"

"Do what?"

"C'mon Angel" You breathed out.

"I don't understand"

You closed your eyes, not even allowing yourself to say the words, a prayer being easier, almost like a thought.

"Spit on me"

"But- my blood, it's-"

"Hot as fuck"

His eyes widened the slightest bit, unaware of this side of you.

He stilled, unsure of how to proceed, before you felt something warm and wet land on your tits. Thank fuck you wore a low cut top today.

You looked down, seeing the red sliding down your cleavage, spreading over your skin. You're throat tightened, breathing stopping for just a moment before you surged forward, hands grabbing Cas' face and pulling him into a deep, bruising kiss.

Your tongue delved into his mouth, tasting the sweet, metallic tang, instantly addicted.

When Cas pulled back, you could tell he was surprised and a little confused, so you answered the question he didn't know how to ask. Why?

You pressed close, breathing heavy, lips trailing over his neck, nipping at his ear.

"I want every part of you inside me, Angel"

Castiel barely managed to fight off the horde of Angels sent to kill you and him both. You did what you could, but you didn't quite have the strength and skill of an Angel, so more than anything you just covered Cas, fighting who you could, distracting others for him.

When you're sure that they're all dead, you turn to Cas, seeing him all bloodied up and broken. He's been through worse, but every time hurts like it's you, like you're the one bleeding on the pavement.

You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him in tight with no intention of letting go.

His arms came up to your back weakly, sore in ways he was sure not to tell you yet. You always worried too much about him.

When you finally released him, trying to cover up your small sniffles, he turned, moving away from you a little as he spat out a mouthful of blood, no longer being able to hold it in.

When he looked back and saw you staring, frozen, he thought it was another human thing he'd gotten wrong. It was wrong, or gross, or some other strange emotion he wasn't entirely sure of.

He tried to start an apology but he was shut down fast, your prayer interrupting him.

"Do that to me"

"Do what?"

"C'mon Angel" You breathed out.

"I don't understand"

You closed your eyes, not even allowing yourself to say the words, a prayer being easier, almost like a thought.

"Spit on me"

"But- my blood, it's-"

"Hot as fuck"

His eyes widened the slightest bit, unaware of this side of you.

He stilled, unsure of how to proceed, before you felt something warm and wet land on your tits. Thank fuck you wore a low cut top today.

You looked down, seeing the red sliding down your cleavage, spreading over your skin. You're throat tightened, breathing stopping for just a moment before you surged forward, hands grabbing Cas' face and pulling him into a deep, bruising kiss.

Your tongue delved into his mouth, tasting the sweet, metallic tang, instantly addicted.

When Cas pulled back, you could tell he was surprised and a little confused, so you answered the question he didn't know how to ask. Why?

You pressed close, breathing heavy, lips trailing over his neck, nipping at his ear.

"I want every part of you inside me, Angel"

Castiel barely managed to fight off the horde of Angels sent to kill you and him both. You did what you could, but you didn't quite have the strength and skill of an Angel, so more than anything you just covered Cas, fighting who you could, distracting others for him.

When you're sure that they're all dead, you turn to Cas, seeing him all bloodied up and broken. He's been through worse, but every time hurts like it's you, like you're the one bleeding on the pavement.

You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him in tight with no intention of letting go.

His arms came up to your back weakly, sore in ways he was sure not to tell you yet. You always worried too much about him.

When you finally released him, trying to cover up your small sniffles, he turned, moving away from you a little as he spat out a mouthful of blood, no longer being able to hold it in.

When he looked back and saw you staring, frozen, he thought it was another human thing he'd gotten wrong. It was wrong, or gross, or some other strange emotion he wasn't entirely sure of.

He tried to start an apology but he was shut down fast, your prayer interrupting him.

"Do that to me"

"Do what?"

"C'mon Angel" You breathed out.

"I don't understand"

You closed your eyes, not even allowing yourself to say the words, a prayer being easier, almost like a thought.

"Spit on me"

"But- my blood, it's-"

"Hot as fuck"

His eyes widened the slightest bit, unaware of this side of you.

He stilled, unsure of how to proceed, before you felt something warm and wet land on your tits. Thank fuck you wore a low cut top today.

You looked down, seeing the red sliding down your cleavage, spreading over your skin. You're throat tightened, breathing stopping for just a moment before you surged forward, hands grabbing Cas' face and pulling him into a deep, bruising kiss.

Your tongue delved into his mouth, tasting the sweet, metallic tang, instantly addicted.

When Cas pulled back, you could tell he was surprised and a little confused, so you answered the question he didn't know how to ask. Why?

You pressed close, breathing heavy, lips trailing over his neck, nipping at his ear.

"I want every part of you inside me, Angel"