#deanstiel

And it's out! All for @angel-fruitcake 's prompt!

Rating: Explicit

Tags: PWP, Prayer Kink, Castiel's True Form, Castiel and Dean Winchester in Love, Bottom Castiel/Top Dean Winchester, Body Worship, Castiel's Angelic Grace

Word count: 4,026 words

Excerpt:

“Cas, I–” Dean couldn't. He couldn’t say it. The words were stuck in his throat, kept at bay by a grunt and a ball of anguish pressing against his vocal chords. “I don’t care what you think,” he started carefully, “or what you think I feel. You can’t just–” he stopped, the ball pressing against his throat as he tried to get the words out. “Abandon me like that,” he forced out. “Right after you said that too.” His iron grip around Castiel’s lapels loosened slightly, and his fingers soothed the crinkles on the fabric, keeping his eyes concentrated on something else than the angel’s eyes or— lips. “Would it have changed anything if I hadn't? Or if saying it had not taken me away?” Castiel asked slowly, as though he was measuring every word coming out of his mouth. Carefully avoiding those damn three words themselves. That, it seemed, was the tipping point for Dean. His right hand came to rest on Castiel’s cheek, his thumb brushing on his bottom lip. His body followed, bringing him closer until just a few inches were left between them. “You don’t know how wrong you are,” he whispered, before pressing his lips on the angel’s. It felt like Heaven.

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As an angel, Castiel doesn't perceive things as humans do. To him, food tastes like molecules, and most senses blur into abstractions. But there is one thing that never changes:

Dean Winchester smells like love.

And that was Castiel’s favorite scent.