- oh god it’s been so long since I’ve written an HBO!supernatural post

- Dean Winchester is addicted to grace. Cas’ grace, but it didn’t start with Cas

- It’s Michael’s. His body is a vessel for this terrifying host. 

- Cas’ grace satiates him, and he prefers it because cas will drag the tip of a knife delicately arcoss his chest, not cutting, just teasing, and he’ll get desparate and whine for it. He needs it. He wants it. 

- Just as the blood begins to trickle and he bites back a wince, cas turns the blade on himself and cuts by his neck, the white/blue light leaks down and dean clenches his fists tight. 

- “please. Please, please, I have to, Cas, I-I need to pl-”

- Cas grabs him, hands rough and worn and pulls him to his neck, Dean whimpers and begins to drink the grace, feeling it pour into his veins, the blood stops flowing and the cuts heal, the knife clatters on the floor in a forgotten state. 

- Michael’s grace never has a ritual or intimacy, it just so happens to enter his system when he possess Dean. It’s nothing special. 

- But cas drags it on. He teases Dean, it’s intimate, it’s hot and close, and he loves it. 

- Cas will tangle his hands in his dirty-blond hair, and will gasp at the feeling of the pressure and Dean’s lips on his neck as the grace cut begins to heal itself. 

- a temporary manifestation of his wings surrounds them both, the joints and outlines of the feathers fluttering around the air in whisps of grace. 

- Both of them are breathless, insane, and hopelessly in love