9. Angry kiss maybe? ❤️🔥
"Dean, don't leave," Castiel says with a whimper. He sounds pathetic, he's sure, but here with Dean standing on his porch and the rain crashing down, he doesn't care.
Dean has one hand on the railing, barely a step from being pummeled by the rain.
Castiel can tell he's thinking. "Dean, stop!" Castiel demands, trying a different tactic to make Dean stay.
Moments after a quiet confession, Dean denied everything he said, turning angry — at himself, Castiel assumes — and stormed out the house. Now, one hand balled into a fist, shoulders tense and very carefully keeping his gaze from looking back at Castiel, Dean is still.
Dean turns after a flash of lightning bursts around them and for a moment Castiel feels relief, but then he sees the glare from the porch light in Dean's eyes. Scared, angry, Castiel can see it all.
"I don't..." Dean starts. Castiel doesn't know if it's the beginnings of distant thunder or Dean making the noise but there's a growl from somewhere. "I can't."
Castiel waits, unsure of what Dean's going to do. He expects him to make a run for his car and tear off down the road with a noise that will challenge any close thunderstorm and win.
He's not seen Dean like this before, so torn between the thoughts in his head and the wants of his heart. It's not hard to see the battle that goes on.
Dean takes a step, tentative but then all at once. All towards Castiel.
Castiel's shoulders bump against his front door and he feels his sweatshirt twist in Dean's fist. Castiel doesn't touch, not yet.
Dean's lips press to his own, hard, almost painful but there. His eyes are tight shut like if he doesn't see Castiel then he's not really doing this. His body is ridgid against Castiel's, unrelenting.
After a few moments, Castiel grabs Dean's jacket by the shoulders and kisses him back.
Dean leans back to take a breath, his eyes open, the panic is still there, but the anger has dissipated. "I can't..." He says again.
"It's okay," Castiel assures him. "You can kiss me again if you like?"
And again the battle begins. Dean grumbles to himself momentarily before kissing Castiel again, softer this time, but his hand still fisted in his sweatshirt.
Request Kisses for destiel 😘
