Down, and down my fingers go. Feeling. Perceiving. Communicating. Words of lust and love travelling through the air. Chests panting. Rushed breaths running in and out of weary lungs. I lay watching and feeling you. Soft cotton caresses my shoulders as perspiration finds its way from my forehead to my nip.
I lose sight of your blue eyes, as a layer of sweet skin closes above them. I sense the low growl of your voice calling my name. I can almost see your lips move beside my head "… Dean…" My mind just flies away as your tender mouth reaches mine. Its sweet taste drives me insane, wanting more, needing more. Tongues twirling; teeth mildly touching. Our arms helping us clutch each other, never wanting to let go.
I gather enough strength to pronounce the thing I want most "… Cas…"
Nothing but skin on skin. Legs holding us; hands helping us go trough it all. The feeling of final ecstasy close, screaming to be released. Moans and gasps letting us know our encounter was about end but not quite finish. We reach climax. We are closer than we have ever been.
The sight I had before my eyes left me breathless. Perfection at its most. Not having the strength enough he just lets his true form show and for an instant I saw his true self. Their beauty was shocking. Black iridescent wings, like I had never seen before, softly undulating behind him. Blue eyes wide open.
I could see the regret on the angel's face. He didn't understand that what I was seeing would change me and mold me into a better being. I could see there is true light in my shitty life.
"Cas… I… I love you…"
"Dean… I know. Like you know I would die for you"
Time flew right by, and we fell asleep holding each other, making sure that we would be there the next morning. Hours went by and the first thing I felt when I woke up was the warmth of the sunrays peeking trough the motel room's curtain. It was not the only thing I felt. The angel lying beside me, eradiated a heat of its own. The presence of his wings made me feel safe; made me feel loved. My eyes wondered all over him, from his angelical eyelashes to that sweet ass of his.
"Hello, Dean…"
"Cas…"
My soul cried in need. It couldn't bare existence without Castiel. Fortunately he knew that, and he was damn sure that he could not leave me. I saw his eyes wondering all over me too. For some reason his attention was drawn to an old bullet wound in my right shoulder. He tilted his head and reached out to touch it. Just as I felt the tip of two of his fingers touch me, it disappeared. Gone, cast away in time. He had healed me once again.
"Damn it Cas, you know that was not necessary."
The only answer I got was a deep sad look. I knew what he was thinking. And he was right to think it. I don't deserve to be healed, or saved in any way… I just need them to be safe, to be alive.
His hand changed curse and instead of returning it to its original position, he drew me closer to him grabbing my chin. I received a lingering passionate kiss. I felt dizzy. The word love repeating itself… over and over again.