Title: Yield Not Into Temptation
Disclaimer: I don't own these people! I wish I did, but I don't so Kripke and Co. owns them, and the CW does too.
Rating: PG-13?
Pairing: Dean/Castiel, slash!
Notes: My first ever slash fic. I hope I haven't screwed up!
Summary: Castiel watches Dean after the events of "Heaven and Hell," this from his point of view, his thoughts, and wants.
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Why does he fascinate me so?
No human has ever…I cannot finish the thoughts that I am having for him. They will turn against me, they will lead to my fall, and yet, here I am, watching him sleep again. My eyes never leave his sleeping form, and I cock my head to the side, almost as if he's this…new toy.
Strange little town, there's a bit of wickedness stirring in the underbelly.
He sleeps in his clothes, I noticed, always prepared for what to come and I admire that in him. Though underneath his clothing, I know every inch, every scar, every wound that he had gained, and my mark…
…it's itching to burn him again. Almost as if it's reminding him of who gave him that mark.
He must be dreaming again, but it's something different this time. The aura around him doesn't read of Hell or the pain and torment he had endured, there was a sense of light around him. I wonder what Dean Winchester is dreaming of, and the temptation to visit him in his dream is perhaps too strong to ignore.
No.
Remember, there are orders, I must follow them. I cannot give into temptation, I cannot allow myself to fall, I cannot allow myself to be in captivated by a human, let alone a iman/i.
And then the scent hits me. It's not of Sam, or anyone human. And it's familiar, ancient, holy. I remember it, I remember iher/i.
Anna.
I feel the vessel's face churn into an expression that humans would consider…a frown? The way she took a hold on Dean's heart, and I felt the moment where she pressed her hand against imy/i mark on him. Could I ever experience what she felt with Dean? The connection, the want, the need, the hunger? The combination of human emotions was spilled over when they were together. Did she satisfy him, broken him and mold him into something new?
Did he feel a connection with her when both of them reached their peak?
Too many questions, and not enough answers.
His hand is reaching out in his sleep, who was waiting for? Who was he hoping would capture his hand? Mine? Of course not, I can't be that foolish.
It's time I returned back. I had spent countless hours wondering around this town after the events that had just occurred. I was without Uriel, who was up above, and I'm here, mingling among one of God's creatures.
I turned to leave the hotel room when I heard it.
"Castiel…"
He was calling out to me. I checked his state, still in a deep slumber, but his lips spoke my name.
"Castiel…"
He said it again, and my hand reached out to caress the jaw line of his face. I swallowed harshly, and snatched my hand away as fast it came. The rough and jagged areas of my hands didn't need to touch Dean. He was beginning to soil me. I have to get away. I ihave/i to.
I prayed that Uriel was not here to hear Dean call for me. In his words, he would say that I am breaking into a path I shouldn't follow, that I shouldn't allow a waste of skin take my attention when I have a higher power to obey. But he didn't whisper my name anymore, and I was leaving the room when he said the words: "Don't go," as I left.
My name is Castiel, and I am an angel of the Lord. I serve my purpose and obey all of His commands. But I have my doubts, I have my thoughts of what we should do, how things should be planned out and done. And I am falling for someone I can't touch…
And his name is name is Dean Winchester.
