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Prompt: Castiel and dean are knitting, when castiel accidently pricks himself with a needle. type: fluff -------------------- Guise ive been really busy with school and personal crap that i havent been able to write my fics onto my computer. theyve been in my journal for weeks now and i feel really bad since the person i was writing this for recently deactivated her tumblr. but i will post this ficlet anyways so hopefully others can enjoy it and critque me. --------------------- "Ouch," Castiel squeaked as blood ran like rivulets down his index finger. Cas had become the Winchester's seamstress recently due to the imminent winter approaching; knitting wool hats for Sam, and striped scarfs for Dean. Dean looked across the room towards Sam as he heard Castiel's plight of pain echo throughout. "Freakin' cas." dean complained. he headed toward his distressed fallen angel and when confronted, looked down at castiel's lap, Dean soon scoffed lightly at the way cas handled his yarn. "Look" he commanded as castiel's bright eyes followed dean's slender hands. "Youve been doing your handwork wrong, see?" he sat down next to cas, whose eyes turned from bright blue to light hues of grey. Dean saw the blood then, trickling down onto his angel's plaid shirt. "Heres where you screwed up, cas....." dean continued, trying to get Castiel's full attention, but failing miserably. the angel seemed to be distracted by dean's appendages. "Dean....." Cas interrupted; abruptly pointing his finger right onto the vicinity of dean's lips. Dean immediately stopped rambling, and held the angels hand in place as he positioned his own eyes to focus on the dry blood that staind castiels finger. "It kind of hurts...." Castiel whimpered as his eyes ventured to the floor where he squinted for a moment. "I dont remember ever feeling this sort of pinch before..." Dean looked thoroughly at castiel's fingers. his long, lovingly supple fingertips seemed to be pointing directly to dean's quivering lips. "Close your eyes cas, i know how to make the pinch go away." dean said soothingly. Castiel closed his eyes willingly then. "I can hear it.... my finger has a heart, dean." dean chuckled and brought castiel's fingers closer to his lips. "now dont open your eyes until i say so, ya big baby." Cas nodded; and hastily, castiel's bloody finger entered dean's mouth. for a few moments, dean was completely silent, taking in every erotic sensation that castiel's taste had inflicted upon him. The finger slid inside deans mouth slowly and perfectly, his tongue accommodating itself to every curvature of the finger, every angle it could decipher was exploited. Dean began to feel weak as he grabbed onto Castiel's arm; Holding it while caressing every muscular lump. Castiel even began to shake as he felt a heavy "Tha-Dump" rhythm begin to form in both his finger and his chest. His throat could not even process the act of swallowing as he felt dean's tongue from tip to depth. When dean felt as if castiel's heart beat had reached its apex, and even beyond that, he placed the fallen angel's finger on the rim of his lips; sliding the digit left, slowly to right, reaching every arch. Castiel finally gasped in anxiety when his finger departed from dean's plump lips. Dean then let go of castiel's hand and patted him on the back. "You'll be fine, doctor says. you're a trooper." dean smiled wide at cas, whose face remained dumbfounded for the remainder of the night. Sam, who was watching a game show in the adjacent room, handed dean a beer when he entered. "What was all that noise?" Sam pondered to dean. "oh nothing, i was just patching up Mr clumsy in there." sam laughed, and glanced toward the doorway to discover that cas had decided to join them. Sams face turned blank as he looked at castiel, who wore the same shocked look as before. "so, are you okay buddy?" sam inquired with a concerned look. Dean looked at cas, smirked, and then continued to watch tv. Cas gulped loudly, took his seat next to sam and remained silent for a while. "Im fine." cas finally admitted. "me and dean played doctor. i was the patient, of course...." cas then stopped his sentence short, held out his finger for sam to see, and proclaimed "the procedure was a success!" Sam looked confusingly at castiel's saliva soaked finger, and turned immediately to confront his wise ass brother. Dean returned the glance. "Dean- What the Hell!" Sam exploded with rage. Deans lip's parted as he began to reply but didnt, he instead turned his head to look elsewhere. his brother then, in disgust, left the room abruptly. Castiel, with a look of innocence still stricken in his eyes, questioned to dean. "Was it something i said?"

Well I know, I know I know, I know That you're gonna be okay Anyway

I am Sansa Stark, Lord Eddard’s daughter and Lady Catelyn’s, the blood of Winterfell.

its all your fault car o(╥﹏╥)o

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