the boy with the demon blood, inadvertently doomed by his mother, manipulated by angels and demons, the vessel for lucifer, sacrificed himself to save his brother and the world, lost his soul, lost his mind, and he has never once:
- complained about it
- whined about it
- pitied himself over it
- gotten angry about it
- angsted about it
- asked, “why me?”
- given up
THAT’S what a hero looks like in case anyone was confused
prayer circle for castiel
Are we praying for him or to him?
Castiel won’t let Benny touch him, not where it matters — not on the curve of his ass or along the meat of his thighs. Those are Castiel’s territory, and it’s Castiel’s cock that gets to rock in and out of Dean, fucking him like an owner fucks a slave, like a life mate fucks the one and only person he’ll ever be with.
But Dean’s face is upturned, even as his arms and legs tremble with the force of the fucking; he opens his mouth and Benny licks his way in, grazes along the bottom of Dean’s lip with illusory vampire teeth that can’t really turn or bite, not in this not-world they’re living in.And to Castiel’s chagrin, Dean kisses back, his lips pressing outward to feel something beyond despair and fear, and Castiel growls, slamming into him harder. Benny raises his face to meet Castiel’s gaze, growls back, and as Dean wantonly presses his mouth into the crux of Benny’s thighs, groaning, Benny leans forward and does the only thing more shocking than kiss Castiel’s lover — he kisses Castiel.
Imagine Cas becoming human and Dean trying to get him into classic rock. But somehow Cas gets introduced to dubstep. And it’s suddenly all he wants to listen to.
Imagine Dean’s face.