Disclaimer: All of this Characters belong to Supernatural and their writers. I don't want to earn money from this.
Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Destiel 3
Rating: M... Safety goes first ;)
Summary: SPOILER SEASON 7! :( The Leviathan is in Cas. Dean doubts that Cas is dead. Can he kiss him a last goodbye?
A/N: Excuse my sometimes bad english, this isn't my mothertongue. And also this is my first Destiel FF and the first time I wrote it this "explicit". Have mercy with me :) Reviews would be great! :)
Dean stares into the eyes of this monster. These blue eyes, which belonged 10 seconds ago his favorite angel.
His words echoe through his brain: „This is gonna be so much fun..."
He has never admitted it to himself and hell not even to Cas.
And now it was too late. Now that he is clear about his feelings towards Cas, it was fucking too late.
He feels the tears in his eyes.
Damn it! He is not a girl, so stop crying, goddamnit!
The Leviathan smirks and observes him: "So sad about the loss of your lovely angel? Don't be! There are plenty of distractions, more than you can imagine. Believe me. I'm the best example. I will let you forget about your pain."
With a crazy expression on his face he unfolds his arms. Cas' arms.
Bobby rolls his eyes: "Guys, I'm going to search Sam. THAT is too much for me to stand. Have fun…"
He lets Dean and this insane one alone.
Dean looks desperately after Bobby.
The Leviathan grins broadly und take a few steps towards Dean.
Dean recovers himself and pushes this creature away: "You son of a bitch. When I know how to kill you, it will be a fucking pleasure to do this."
He lied, partly. On the one hand, he would love to kill this thing, to let it bleed to death. On the other hand: CAS! Damn, he was still in this vessel. Dean can feel it, there is something, maybe Cas, fighting for his life.
The Leviathan appears to read Deans thoughts: "No, YOU won't kill me. I'm sure. You're still in love with this little angel. You associate this appearance with Castiel. But believe me: He is GONE!"
He screams at Dean, he was so in rage.
Why doesn't the little man get it right?
His beloved Cas is gone.
"Come on. Kiss your Cas goodbye."
With these words he walks close to Dean, who stares wide-eyed with terror at him.
He raises his hands: "Don't stand so close to me. I swear, I'm going to kill you."
"Don't repeat yourself. You won't, but I have to admit; I lied, about the abstinence of Castiel. He is here. He is in me. He begs to kiss you. I am very undecided to let him do this or do this by myself. Tell me, what do you want?"
An evil look is on his face as Dean looks desperately at him.
"I want Cas." This came out real slow. He scared to admit out loud, that he needs Cas.
The monster pretends to think about this. The expression on his face turns from evil to utterly fanatical and then again evil with much craziness.
"Okay, I consider this as Castiels last will, before he finally dies."
Dean swallows: „Okay."
„Dean...", it's the broken voice of his Cas who asks for him.
„Cas, everything is fine, everything is going to be fine", he whispers as he pulls Cas close to him.
Dean bridges the small distances between them and kisses Cas.
How often has he dreamed about kissing these lips? About feeling his tongue against his?
He moans.
"Don't stop", he whispers slightly into Cas' ear, as Cas kisses his neck and farther and farther down. It makes him nearly see stars as he opens Dean's trousers and the hot lips touches his cock.
Again and again.
"Don't you dare to sto…"
It felt insanely good.
The only thing he saw where stars.
"Fuck… fuck…", he gasps as he slides down the cold wall.
Cas breaks down. Soon the Leviathan will take control of him and Cas will die.
"Cas. I love you."