This New Religion

by mystic7194

Written for this DarkFic prompt: "Any fandom, any characters, Just sitting there on the floor while he did business, my head resting against his inner thigh. That was enough."

Warnings: potentially unhealthy dependence, a little dark

AN: This was written for the DarkFest but I feel like I failed at the dark.

Dean sits on edge of the bed in a standard motel room, researching a typical hunt in an average American town. It's the same as it's been a thousand times before. There's only one relatively new change.

Castiel kneels between the hunter's legs. His face is pressed against Dean's inner thigh, the denim of his jeans rough against the angel's cheek. Occasionally Dean's hand reaches out to brush through Castiel's hair, like a master stroking his favorite pet. A normal person's knees would have begun to hurt hours ago but the position doesn't bother Cas. In fact, he finds it somewhat soothing. It reminds him of when he used pray, before he rebelled and found this new form of worship in Dean Winchester.

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