Title: Five Kisses
Rating: Slightly NC-17
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Summary: Snapshots of the first five times Dean and Castiel kissed.
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The first time Dean and Castiel kiss it's desperate, forceful, and just on the side of painful. It's almost as if they are trying to swallow the other whole, just to keep them in their stomach and never let them out because they both know what come with the real world. At least if Dean were in Cas' stomach, or vise versa, one of them would be protected from the cruel reality.
It was just after a vampire hunt, an entire nest of at least 30 wiped out, that Castiel drew Dean in for that first kiss, pouring all of that anger desperation, and fear that he felt over the past 10 minutes while they took out the nest. Castiel forced his tongue into Dean's mouth, swiping over teeth and the roof of Dean's mouth before drawing back, lips breaking with an audible smack. They're both breathing heavy, foreheads leaned against each other.
"Don't ever do that again," Castiel says, voice gravel and commanding, and looks into Dean's eyes for acceptance. When he finds it, he pulls back straightens his tie and that's the end of that.
The second time they kiss is more passionate and a little less desperate. It takes place in the newest motel of the week, their fingers trailing over each other's bodies, picking at each other clothing until all that's left is their boxers. But they don't move past kissing, even as they land into bed pressed against each other. They're both hard and aching but neither of them moves to take care of it. Eventually they fall asleep curled up together and if Sam saw them the next morning he didn't say anything.
They third time is chaste, sweet, and innocent in their booth of some diner. It's a kiss you would expect couples to hare as they went out on dates. And god damnit that's what Dean concedes that this is because Castiel is someone Dean wants to wine and dine even if he never gets into those virginal pants. Dean – embarrassingly – admits to himself that just being curled together in bed like the night before is better than sex, not that he would ever admit that out loud.
The fourth time is much like the first – anguished and dominating – both falling into bed with a started 'oomph'.
They've been apart for way to long, case after case cropping up and they looming war in heaven cutting down on the amount of time they're able to see each other. But now, reunited, hands begin to trail and rip, cupping and squeezing. There's no stopping them tonight.
With clothes laying in a crumpled heap at the end of the bed, they press close trying to get as much skin to skin contact. They're both rutting desperately, trying to find a rhythm that fits perfect and – sweet baby Jesus that feels amazing. Arousal on arousal they pant and grind working themselves desperately to orgasm. Finally, after several minutes they shake together as white paints against their abdomen.
The fifth kiss is shared moments later, love and adoration poured into it. Whispers of 'I love you' and 'I need you' and 'please don't leave' follow the fifth kiss, and in that moment everything was right.