White, intense, all-consuming and devouring;
eating him up and burning him away, yet...
conversely filling him up till he feels he will burst,
slivers of light leaking from his pores, beams shooting from his eyes and up his throat and out his mouth;
he can't breathe.
Choking on it.
He explodes.
"Holy Shit Cas!" Dean flops back, laying there, breathing heavily. "When I've recovered we are so doing that again."
And Castiel smiles.
