A/N: Just so you all know, I am super easily distracted. Like… I don't think you understand. My brain thinks so fast and I can barely order my thoughts. I jump around chapters when I write because I think of a good line or something for a different part. Like right now I am in the middle of the previous chapter, but I felt like you all needed to know this. I am sorry that this chapter is kind of a dead end…. But I wanted to put something out there for you.
Chapter 10:
Castiel held onto the last parts of Dean's monologue. "You can't disappoint me. I don't think that you are capable of that… but I know that you have the power to make or break me. The choice is yours Cas." He knew he had that power, and that is why he stayed so far away. He may have been emotionless, but he wasn't a monster or a sadist. He would never intentionally hurt someone, and he was very aware of the effect he had on others. Dean was no exception to this.
With the words of a scared man still hanging in the air, Castiel leaned in slowly. He made sure Dean knew what he was doing, and was relieved when Dean looked down at Castiel's lips and leaned forward. Their lips pressed together softly. It was a tender kiss, one that spoke of the promises of the past, present, and future. The promise that this broken feeling wouldn't last forever. The promise that this pain would end. The promise that love was still a possibility.
They slowly separated, both reluctant to let go. The look Dean had in his eye would have broken the old Cas' heart. It was full of sorrow and want, fear and anger. The carefree, meadow-y green that his eyes generally contained were replaced by the look of cold, hard jade. It was unyielding, and fully attuned to the needs and desires that hid behind them. Those eyes had seen far too much, they had watched the loss of far too much and of far too many.
"Cas," Dean said taking in a shaky, shallow breath. Castiel nodded to Dean in hopes that it would make him continue to speak. "I… Could…" Dean was choking on the words. They stuck in his throat and threatened to suffocate him. Breathing was becoming a challenge, and Dean slowly felt himself begin to lose composure. He knew that he wasn't going to be able to hold it together for much longer. Cas sensed his partner's distress, and moved a hand to cup the side of Dean's face. "It's okay Dean."
And with that, the two abandoned any reservations they had. Dean was so alone, and so afraid. Even if this was only temporary, feeling Castiel straddling his lap and pressing kisses down his jaw, throat and collar bone was enough to make him feel okay for the moment. He knew that his problems weren't going to disappear, but that was alright with him. Cas brought his lips to Dean's once again, and this time Dean parted his lips to allow Castiel access. Dean gave that invitation without hesitation, and Castiel accepted it completely.
Castiel just wanted to rip Dean's clothes off and fuck him against a wall, but he knew that at this moment… that would cause so much more harm than he could ever repair. While he didn't love Dean, he had once loved the man. He also knew that Dean needed tender kindness right now. So while Castiel could care less about seduction, he knew that it was necessary for Dean. With that in mind, Castiel made sure to let his hands move gently and let them caress Dean's body. Maybe Castiel was emotionless, but he knew what Dean needed. And he intended to give it to him.
Needless to say, that night Dean fell asleep content. It was the first time in weeks that his rest was so peaceful, and Castiel was the cause of his comfort.
A/N: So do we all agree that the season 8 finale was not okay? Because if not, the door is over there *gestures vaguely to the left* (mainly it is not okay because it was very similar to a fic I had previously read and I said, "This is how the last season of SPN should be" and now…. Be careful what you wish for ladies and gentlemen.
And as for this chapter… Sorry. There was going to be some steamy sex… but I am horrible at writing it and I started crying so… sorry.