Dean bent his head down and unable to help himself, Cas groaned and continued trailing his fingers down farther down Dean's side. They took their time on the forest floor;everything seemed to spin. The woods were suddenly brought into a state of new life. The sounds, smells,tastes-they all seemed to light up and fill the atmosphere with indescribable pleasure. Dean's heavy breathing swirled up and filled Castiel's ears and he took his time breathing in his sickly sweet scent. This was his essence. Cas had decided, and he desperately filled himself thoroughly with it, wanting more than anything to gain the ability to remember it forever. His touch sent light, feathery softness floating across his consciousnesses and he slid his hand down Dean's face to enlighten him to the same sensations.
Thoroughly enjoying this experience to it's entirety, Dean took a brief moment to pull his face away to look straight at Cas. He wasn't disappointed. What he found in his favorite pair of blue eyes was the most heart-wrenchingly innocent look on his angel's face that sent an electric current fizzing throughout his body. He grinned and kissed him softly and slowly. "Your facial expressions are priceless, Cas. Make ones like that more often." Cas pressed his hands into his chest and gave a slight nod, so distracted that he barely even heard what Dean had said. He didn't care anymore, the thought of Dean and Dean alone was flooding his brain and blocking out all other rational thought. He was overwhelmed by strange feelings and reactions that his vessel was producing and tried his best to discern whether they were normal or something weird that Dean wouldn't like to have him do.
Dean chuckled to himself. "I want you, Cas. So freaking bad it hurts." The warmth on his face spread and he closed his eyes, reveling in the pure bliss, pure peace that he was feeling. There was nothing better in the world right now, that he could possibly be doing. There was no way that anyone, not even the devil himself could snatch this moment away from him.
They were interrupted ironically, at that precise moment, by the loud guitar solo pulsing from Dean's cellphone. He felt Cas freeze below him and he sighed in defeat, sliding off of Cas and picked up his phone which lay amidst the various pieces of clothing on the forest floor. He cleared his throat and unable to contain his embarrassment turned away from Cas who still lay panting on the ground and answered.
"Hello?" "Hey Dean, Guess what I just found out about the Willburry case?" The energetic rushed voice of his little brother poured out of the phone and Dean sighed. Damn you Sammy..."See, there's no way that Olivia could have gotten from one side of town to the next in a matter of seconds without being spotted unless she was skinjumping!" "So shes not a witch?" Dean growled into the speaker, rubbing his temples. "Uh-yeah no she's not. Must have been using some kind of spell book though." "And you called right now to tell me this why?" "Be-because I thought you'd want to know and..." Sam ended in a hoarse whisper and coughed to hide his disappointment. Dean had rejected him. He gave a tiny frown and picking up his voice again continued. "So um..I'll just head into town and see if I can't find the source of the spell obviously being cast on her." Dean nodded and pursed his lips. "Fine. Catch up to you later." Then he flipped his phone shut leaving a hurt and confused Sam alone with the dial tone droning in his ears.
Dean shook the phone in his hands slowly and turned around to face Castiel, who now stood fully clothed staring at the ground. "Did I...do alright?" Dean smiled to himself, feeling a flicker of warmth in his chest. "Mmhmm...better than alright." He planted a kiss on Cas' forehead and he blushed lightly then disappeared again leaving Dean to cope with his feelings alone.
Sam awoke to pure darkness. "Where are you!?" He yelled out into the inky blackness, struggling to get a grip on his surroundings. When no one answered he grunted and rubbed his eyes. Screw that, where am I? He felt something race past his leg and he lashed out at it, but it slipped through his fingers and he growled. Suddenly a blindingly bright florescent light flashed on his body in a spotlight and he blinked hard. When he found that his eyes had fully adjusted to the light he whipped his head around and saw that he was in a small room with old, seemingly damp wooden walls. There was some old furniture lying strewn about the floor and a layer of dust coated everything in sight. No one had been here in a long time. Sam realized suddenly that his fight with the man who possessed the spell book couldn't have taken place here;it was as if it had been untouched by creatures for centuries. He gazed up past the light. The ceiling was ridiculously high. A flash caught suddenly caught his attention and he whipped his head around to see a large square of glass hanging on the far wall. A pair of large yellow eyes blinked at him and for a horrible moment he thought that they were the eyes of the one who had murdered his mother, but he looked harder. Something was wrong. He turned his head to the side and gaped in astonishment. The mouth belonging to the mottled brown form in the glass gaped with him. What he was looking at was his own reflection,and when he saw it completely his eyes lit up with fear. Why did he have...paws?