ONCE UPON A DREAM
Touched (Part 1/1)
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There's a difference between being touched and being touched.
Dean had been manhandled his entire life. By dad, by Sammy, by the cops and by all the things trying to kill him. He'd been shoved, slapped in the face, and gotten pats to the back, a hand ruffling his hair. He's shook hands and twisted arms and taken knees to anywhere they could reach.
He decidedly didn't like being touched. Not if he could help it. Unless, of course, if there was no clothing involved, that kind of touch was different.
But even the touch of women, the feel of another's flesh on his was different from him.
From his touch.
When Castiel touched Dean… it was like the world was exploding in waves of light and soft sounds, and colors would blend together to become shades Dean didn't have words for. His entire body would respond to the angel's fingers, to his very presence.
His heart would speed up; he could feel his blood tear its way through his body, hitting all the vital spots. It was involuntary, but Dean came to enjoy the feeling.
Castiel was like lightening. A brilliant bolt in Dean's otherwise dreary life, he couldn't help but look when the angel was near.
He shocked and awed Dean with next to no effort. The dark haired man with ocean blue eyes was a jolt of life, of love, of pleasure. Walking and talking and sending shivers through Dean like he'd never experienced before. And Dean loved it, loved him.
Castiel made Dean love being touched.
Castiel's hand was firm and soft, commanding and comforting all at once. And it penetrated the layers of clothing both men wore. Dean didn't even have anything to compare the feeling too, he just assumed that was what total bliss felt like.
Until he felt the angel's bare flesh against his own.
Dean was pretty sure he'd be permanently crippled with happiness.
And if Castiel was lighting, that made his wings thunder. A soft thunder, to be sure, but thunder none the less. His wings were enormous, all encompassing and baby hair soft. Feathers brushed against Dean like a warm summer breeze, but they hammered into his soul and stole his breath. They made impressions that he would never forget.
He hadn't seen them; Cas said they were a part of his actual being, that seeing them would be damaging. So he got soft touches from invisible wings, and scattered glimpses of shadow on the wall.
It was enough. He didn't need to see the wings, he knew they were there. All he needed was Cas.
But I didn't mean for it to be long, and I was loosing my train of thought, so I figured it'd be best to leave it here, where there was still some semblance of continuity. Let me know what you guys think. I enjoy input, and if anyone has something they'd like to see, feel free to mention it. I'll do my best. ;D
A/N: Seriously, if you don't like slash, or you wish it would go away, don't read this and then tell me about how you wish you could filter it out. It's clearly stated that it's slash. And if you don't get that that's what it is after chapter one, that's your problem. No one made you click on this fic and no one made you keep reading. So stow it.