I know I haven't updated for a while- But don't worry! I haven't forgotten you! I've been extremely busy with my first job :D Plus I got my second piercings Monday and I'm so ecstatic about it! Anywho, I should be getting you guys a lot more soon, so stay tuned ;D
And Countess Impossible, as always, this fic is for you :) My most precious friend!
There had always been something about Castiel, something unidentifiable, that drew Dean to him. It was a curiousity that beckoned him closer; a kind of magnetism pulling them toward each other, physically as well as emotionally. It had always been so, even in the beginning. Before Dean knew his saviour's name, or that he was an angel in the Almighty's army, he was already tied to him; in a way more profound than any human could ever understand.
He bore the angel's handprint in his skin; a touch that had been burned into his very soul and fused in the fibers of his being with heavenly grace. His existing form had been revived by God's command, and his soul fished out of the dark and decay of Hell by the fearless soldier. Pulled from the deepest recesses of repression and torment, mended with steady care and watchful eyes, and restored to his life on Earth.
There was so much that he owed to Castiel. The stunning angel was unfailing with his assistance; whether it came to providing them with information or healing their wounds with a touch of his hand. He was always there. Dean's very own life was credited to him.
So why did Castiel never request remuneration? He rarely batted an eye each time Dean asked for something. never once did he breathe a word about taking anything in return.
And while this might have been cause for worry for anyone else, Dean let it slide because it was Castiel. He trusted him completely not to blackmail them or use what they owed as leverage. Still, the hunter knew it was selfish to accept the aid without offering any kind of repayment. ...But maybe he let it go because, deep down, he wanted to remain in debt to him. Because then he would always have something the angel wanted. It was a way to stay connected to him if something ever came between them.
That in itself was probably a twisted way of looking at things. Why would he even want to keep ties with Castiel in the event of their friendship being broken?
Perhaps it was because their interest in each other went beyond mere friendship. Even Dean would have to admit that when those crystal light eyes were aimed at him he could count on a restless night. He even found himself thinking about what it would be like to be with Castiel.
Of course, he had slept with an angel before. Anna, the cunning bitch that attempted to change the course of their lives by going back to the past and trying to murder his parents. But, you could be sure that making love to a 'female' angel would be different than with a 'male'.
Angels... They were powerful. A barely restrained force that could change from passive silence to vengeful wrath in a split second. They were pure power with all the burning energy and searing heat of the sun, barely containable in their human vessel.
And vessels... Castiel's vessel... He most certainly had an attractive one. With a head full of thick pitch-black hair, a firm but lean body, and a face that looked like it had been made to represent an angel. But it was more than that. Even beyond his looks, there was a spirit of beauty; the definite aura of an ethereal presence. It was something that could be seen without making a single mark on the real, the tangible form of the man known as James Novak. But when Castiel had been recalled to Heaven, Dean had seen the change. He could tell the difference just by looking in the other man's eyes.
With Castiel, there was a brightness in those blue depths that shone with an innocent kind of wonder, just like when they first met. Deep crystalline pools radiating the holy essence of life with clear intensity. The eyes that watched over Dean in his dreams and seemed to be able to slip past his walls and strike right into his heart. Somehow, it was comforting knowing that it was Castiel gazing at him from those dark lashes. The hunter always felt more secure when he was near the angel; seeing Cas smile made him almost giddy with unexplainable joy.
It was happiness. Complete and utter contentment. Yes, the world was usually balancing on the brink of destruction, and it felt like literally everyone was trying to make Sam and Dean pawns in their sick games...
But with Castiel all of that melted away. The rest of the world could go up in flames and Dean would gleefully hold on to the angel while it all burned down around them.
It was more than friendship; even if he was the only one who felt that. But he didn't need to tell anyone. Things were perfect now just the way they were. Maybe someday their relationship could be different; better even.
But for now... It was okay to continue the way they were.
Dean was happy.
