Who do you think should be the passive one in this story?
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Who do you think should be the passive one in this story?
Bottom Castiel
Bottom Dean

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~I'm not too much into Destiel, but I wanted to do something new today, enjoy! Also I'm not Fluent in English, please forgive any spelling mistakes.~
Dean was feeling alone and lost after Castiel went more than a month without communicating or appearing to him. He prayed to the angel every night but received no answer,It was becoming suffocating; that cheap motel room was small, increasingly stuffy with all that longing to see Castiel again. He counted the hours on his knees. God, everyone knew that Dean He wasn't a Puritan, nor even a believer; he only believed in one celestial entity... Castiel.
One night, after spending hours begging to see the angel, he grew exhausted and couldn't fight off sleep, finally collapsing on that cheap motel bed. It was as if he'd been hit on the head with a piece of wood the exhaustion he simply took over; he had fainted...When dawn broke, he felt a warmth on his eyelids and a light on his face. With difficulty, he opened his eyes and saw a silhouette;
D:"Cass?" he said, confused, thinking he might be hallucinating. "Cass? Is that you?" He received no answer; there was only a bright light, like a spotlight, as if the sun had entered In the motel room, the heat grew increasingly intense, and his mouth was already dry from the heat. He didn't understand, but Castiel wasn't answering him; he had no response to anything.
D:"Cass, if it's you, stop it and answer me."
The light finally began to dim, but the heat only intensified.
C:"I am here, it is me." Castiel spoke calmly, as always, and the confirmation came to Dean: it was him, it was Castiel, his Castiel! The light gradually dimmed until Castiel finally appeared, to Dean's joy.
D:How did you appear? Where were you? Tell me everything! - said Winchester, clearly confused and excited to see the angel again.
C:"You prayed..."
D:*Dean He remained silent for a few seconds. "Well, yes, just a little, but that's not an issue right now. Sit down!"
C: "I came because you prayed for me."
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So, should I continue this story? Or do you think it's too silly?
Don't be crazy enough to end this disgusting thing.
Keep going, I'm anxious.