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A/N: Just a collection of the drabbles I've written over the months, some don't really count as drabbles but my definition is flexible.
"Castiel has a weakness, he likes you." Uriel walks a slow, predatory circle around him. "I can't imagine why." Uriel studies him up and down, eyes on the curve of his ass, the flat expanse of his stomach, the tensing of muscles in his jaw. He's being sized up by an angel, and it feels like Uriel can analyze his very soul, spot all the dark places inside him.
"It's the face. Who couldn't like this face?" In hell his face was cherished, something undeniably beautiful, and Alastair had moaned it to him while he fucked his mouth, came hot onto his cheeks and forehead, smeared him wet with come and blood.
"I think we both know who likes it Dean. He's trying to find you as we speak." The amusement in Uriel's eyes doesn't reach his mouth, instead it gleams and sparkles in his irises. "You shouldn't keep secrets from your brother."
"Honesty's overrated."
"It is to you mud monkeys. Sure you extol the values in the Bible, the rules my father gave you, but your kind are nothing more than disobedient teenagers. Wild, violent, horny monkeys." He can almost see the venom dripping from Uriel's mouth, congealing in a puddle on the floor. "It's a wonder Castiel is so enamored with you."
"He's not…he's not in love with me." Cas is an angel, not a teenage girl with big, love filled eyes.
"Maybe he isn't." Uriel shrugs his shoulders, makes an ambiguous noise with a click of his teeth. "He's certainly closer to you than he should be."
"Can you blame him?" He tries to laugh but his laugh is muffled by Uriel's mouth, brushed aside with a wet sweep of tongue. Oh God Uriel tastes like Alastair, strong and hot against his lips, probing and pushing, ravaging the damp flesh behind his teeth, the slickness of his cheeks and tongue. He can't quite register that this is Uriel kissing him, a friggin' angel of the Lord, but one large, rough hand curls around the base of his neck, pressing him forward, so hard his and Uriel's front teeth smash together. A surprised, fucking unmanly whimper breaks free from somewhere and Uriel's chuckle vibrates down the span of his throat.
"Dean?" He casts a glance at the door, where Castiel stands with a look of horror on his face, a deep shimmer of betrayal in those round blue eyes. Fuck maybe Cas really is enamored with him and before he can attempt to speak around Uriel's tongue Castiel vanishes with the sound of the bottom of a trench coat fluttering in the wind.
"Hm." Uriel wipes a trail of saliva off his chin after they break apart. "You even taste filthy."
Dean throws up when he's alone; his insides trembling while guilty disgust pounds rapidly in his heart.