When he appeared in the room, he almost wondered if he had miscalculated. Upon first look, there was no sign of either Winchester brother. Sam he knew would not be there, he had in fact waited until he was sure the younger of the two was gone. But Dean, he had not seen Dean leave and he had still sensed his presence before willing himself into the motel. Still, perhaps he had been wrong - it was highly unlikely but possible all the same. More than anything he wanted to just turn and leave, there was something off in the air. Something more than just the fact there were no salt lines for once and all the lights were off, the streetlamps casting an eerie reddish light onto the empty beds. For a moment, he was reminded strongly of hell fire. He furrowed his brow, he had not been a human very long but in his experience thus far the lights were generally orange or yellow. Never had he seen the bloody color shining before. But before he had time to contemplate the oddity, a sudden voice from one of the black corners of the room, diverted his attention.
"Cas," Dean moved so his silhouette was framed against the window; his voice was rough and deep, and contained an odd tone of uncontainable lust and anger. "I'm really glad you decided to show tonight. I've missed you." His features seemed somehow distorted in the dimness as his lips curled into a smirk.
"De-" He was cut off, as the other man crossed the room with unnatural speed and slammed him back against the wooden door, crushing their bodies together. Hands roughly untucking his shirt and grabbing at the bare skin underneath. For a moment, the angel was too caught off guard to respond. Up till now, he and Dean had barely kissed. The hunter realized that this was all new to Cas, and that breaking away from what he had known for the better part of eternity was not easy. Especially when even now, despite how happy he was with the other and how much lighter Dean seemed when they were together, he still had severe doubts. And even when they had connected, it was all done carefully, gently, lovingly - nothing like this intense savage hunger. This he was not ready for.
He struggled to pull away, but found he was completely pinned. "Dean," he managed to gasp between the plundering kisses which burned into his mouth, "Please... I ... can't," The only response was for the man to move closer to him, a line of hard heat against him.
Castiel's eyes widened as sharp teeth slid down the soft flesh of his neck, sucking bruises down to his collarbone as fingers scratched deep gashes into his back. The mix of pleasure and pain was like nothing he had ever felt before and he moaned without realizing it.
A dark chuckle sounded in his ear, and Dean hissed, "Hmmm, you can't huh? Seems like you like it to me. But could be wrong, let's just make sure why don't we." And bit the angel once more, this time hard enough to draw some blood. He sucked around the bite, lapping his tongue back and forth over the mark and watched amusedly as the blue eyes before him darkened with pleasure and confusion.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." He grabbed the tan coat and pulled it off Castiel and almost ripped the buttons on the white shirt as he pulled them open. He licked his lips appreciatively at the new expanse of skin before him and moved his hands to trace at the thin form.
"So fuckin beautiful aren't you. Don't worry though, I'm gonna mark you up all over the place. You are going to be begging for it."
Castiel still reeled from everything that was occurring. True the pleasure was... immense, but Dean was being so, so harsh. This was all wrong and he had to make the other understand he just was not quite ready for this level. He would be eventually he was sure, but not now not just yet. Surely he could understand that. He swallowed hard as he felt the long fingers play up and down his chest.
"Dean. Please. Stop this. In the future maybe, but please not now." The green eyed man raised a brow at him, face hard.
"Shut up," He raised his hand and slapped the slighter man hard across the face, leaving a bright red hand-print. Castiel lifted his eyes, feeling betrayed and shattered. What had he done wrong, what had happened with Dean that made him this... this angry all of a sudden. Everything had been perfect, happiness and love and been alien emotions but they were now replaced with sadness and agony. The other man lifted his arm again, and Castiel closed his eyes for just a moment before sending Dean flying into the wall at the other side of the room, holding him pinned there.
For a moment, there was silence and then the hunter began to laugh madly, an unending maniacal cackle. When their eyes met again, one set was pure black.
"Boo." The voice was now coated in evil and slime. And Castiel felt the sadness replaced by intense crackling anger and held out his hand about to send the creature into oblivion.
"Oh now, let's not be bitter. After all we have to discuss where to go from here like calm mature adults." The taunting demon grinned and blew a kiss at the angel.
"I know where you are going from here, straight back to hell where you belong." The growled response came.
"Hmm, well that is up to you and entirely still a possibility. But let's not be hasty. There's no doubt who is stronger here. Congratulations Wing boy, you win that one. But...." The demon tilted his head from side to side, "I seem to be in possession of quite a body here. Wouldn't want me to accidentally slip and oh stab myself in the jugular would we?" The black eyed man picked up a knife and twirled it between his stolen fingernails. "Wanna test who is the quicker draw?" Castiel slowly put his arm back down. "Yeah, didn't think so."
"So here is how this is going to go down. We are gonna play my way, no angelly powers or fighting what I say at all for that matter. If I feel hmmm satisfied enough when we are done, you get your lover here back safe and sound. Aftermath is so much more fun to watch then death anyway. Agreed?" Dean's body broke away from the wall and moved back to where Cas was standing resignedly, and tilted his chin up. "Agreed?"
"Yes." Came the curt response and the Demon grinned, wide and feral - so alien on Dean's features and kissed him fiercely once more, before pulling back to remove the shirt it was wearing.
"Nice meat suit," It commented casually. "He is super pissed in here, if that makes you feel any better. Turned on... but pissed." Castiel gave no response, except shuddering slightly at the thought that Dean was watching all of this, trapped somewhere within his own mind.
"Mmmm quiet aren't you - I suppose we can fix that." Ravaging lips attach onto his own swollen ones and at the same time, hips flex him further back into the wall- causing a moan to creep into the kiss, no matter how hard he tries to stifle it. But there is no protest as he is pulled onto one of the two beds in the room. The dark creature straddling his hips as it leans over to kiss down his chest. Hands are teasing up his sides and the fabric still clinging to him is pushed mercilessly off, the sound of taring cloth echos in the small room. But the fingers do not stop there as they creep lower and lower, and now he has to force himself to remain calm as he feels the belt on his waist come on done and the zipper on the dark pants pulled open.
He may very well fall for this, but he does this for Dean. Not for the only man who can prevent the coming apocalypse but for the only man, the only person who he has ever cared for. Although that may be his saving grace with the other angels, this is not about protecting his orders. As the demon begins to trace meaningless designs onto his now exposed skin, he only hopes that the other man will be able to forgive himself this. Guilt and self loathing are the two things Dean specializes in; hope and faith and the belief he is worth something, that he means something to someone, are harder.
But he means everything to Cas and he was just starting to see that and now this. He prays silently to a father whose existence he has never doubted more than in this very moment that Dean will be able to accept this was not his fault, that he is a victim not the torturer. He sighs thinking of the last kiss he and the other man shared after some hunt - the green eyed man feeling alive and burning brightly and he himself caught up in the splendor in front of him. He had once said all humans were masterpieces, and there is nothing more beautiful than the hunter when he is alight with adrenaline, happiness and love. Lost in these thoughts, he is genuinely surprised when a sharp slap brings him back to the situation at hand. He blinks to realize that he is now clad only in the thin material of the undergarments he wears, everything else down to his socks have been removed and tossed haphazardly around the room. The creature on top of him, is still clad in the ripped jeans that Dean is so fond of,
"Hey, stay with me or deals off - understand." This time he does not wait for an answer and instead grinds harshly into Cas, the rough material of the pants against the sensitive skin creating a delicious friction which causes the traitorous human vessel to harden and his mouth lets out a reflexive whimper. It should not feel this good, he should not be craving more from this monster - this... this is sin embodified, and yet he cannot help but press back up into the touch. Guilt and pleasure flooding him and clouding all coherent thoughts everything except that he wishes that this was really Dean.
The demon grins at him, teeth fully bared, "Feels good doesn't it. All you angels and your righteousness you don't know what you're missing." He accentuates the hateful words with a seductive lick across the angel's collar bone, stopping to kiss into the nape of his neck. He has seen humans engaging in these types of activities,after all, he had lived for over a century already. And there was always a moment when the person just seemed to lose all control over their body. He had never been able to fathom how they could so fully abandon themselves, his life all about rules and rigorous unyielding duty. But now, as he lies there he feels such an intensity of feeling run through him - that he begins to understand. He hears a low keening sound whistle in the air and it takes him entirely too long to realize its once again coming from him.
How can he enjoy this? what is wrong with him. No, this is not his fault - he has to remember that and hold onto it. This is not his fault and this is not Dean's fault. But that sentiment is becoming harder and harder to keep alive, as he arches into the poisonous lips. What will Dean think, seeing him enjoy this torture. How will he be able to face him or his fellow angels again. He is going to be ruined but the worst part is he is enjoying every bit of this terror. But he has to stay focused, has to remain present in order to protect the other man. And that means he is going to give in and participate, he knows he is not strong enough to stay together unless his mind is a million miles away. Because every inch of his soul has been tingling for Dean ever since he had first laid his eyes on the broken man torturing in hell. Even then in his darkest moments he had shone brightly to Cas.
So with a monumental effort he meets the black eyes, and wordlessly submits. The predatory grin stretches even farther. It draws back and smirks.
"Kiss me."
And Castiel is confused because surely they have just been kissing, but as the Demon raises it's brow at him he understands. It means for him to begin it not the other way around. So he pushes up on his elbows and raises himself up enough to lay a pure chaste kiss, meant for Dean and not the thing inside of him, on the lips in front of him. Dean, no not Dean but it is so easy for the lines to blurr, makes a deep growling sound.
"So fucking innocent. God, you are addicting - don't get to taste anything this damned sweet too often," and forces Castiel flat on his back once more attacking him with a brutal kiss, thrusting in harshly with his tongue. Trying to canvas every inch of the pliant mouth before him. He feels the angel squirm underneath him and knows that this was worth all the effort he put into it. And wow had it been a bitch to figure out, Bael under the command of Lilith of course, had needed to pull every string he had and still needed more help. But now it is all falling together so perfectly. The ritual to overcome the anti possession symbol had involved all sorts of deliciously dark ingredients, but the tricky part was that it would only work once every 600 years so it all had to work out exactly or he would be sent straight back to hell. But now as many times as he had cursed this assignment in the past month, he takes it all back. Enjoying the view as he trails wet kisses down to the perfect chest in front of him -muscular but lithe, and with skin that is soft to the touch. But already purple and red marks are forming where he has bitten down using his newly acquired meat suit. He only had until morning, and than the spell wore off, but the celestial didn't need to know that. Angels were the bane of every demon's existence, so he hated the self righteous flawless being on principle, but that didn't mean he was not going to enjoy tearing him apart.
You fucking bastard. Get the fuck out.
Dean's voice echoes in his mind, the annoying human just wont quit. Alternating between anger and desperation, he is quite the nuisance. But he is powerless.
mmm make me, He responds silkily and pushes Dean to the side again. Making sure he can still see everything that is occuring but effectivly shutting him out. He can still feel the anger of the other man but it simply gives him more power. He turns his attention to more important matters at hand. Lowering his mouth he clamps onto one of the Castiel's hardening nipples and lathes it with his tongue, until he hears that exquisite whiney cry the other makes so well. Mercilessly toying with the hard nub as want hits him hard, oh the things he is going to do.
He lets his teeth rake into the tender flesh and revels in the tiny gasp he hears, pausing on his assaults for a moment, Bael looks up and down the angel underneath him. The blue eyes are dark with lust and the lips are swollen and red, even bleeding a little from the harsh bites; open with silent cries. His hair has been completely mussed out of place and he looks so small and vulnerable. Its fuckin amazing.
With one hand the creature continues to toy with his prey, pressing his fingers savagely into all the freshly formed bruises and with the other he reaches down to undo his own jeans. But their bodies are pressed so closely together that as he does so he brushes the other man's hardening erection, eliciting a sharp exhale from the other. But he is even more amused as the angel presses into his hand with his hips. He looks up to see the shame in the other's eyes and teasingly flutters his fingers again, fascinated as the hips under his begin to roll searching for more touch.
"My my, aren't we eager," Bael laughs as he gets up off of the angel and strips off his pants. He stands there for a moment, eyes lustfully flicking up and down the prone body and relishes the effect he has just by doing nothing. The other man looks so torn, but it is clear he wants the friction and the pressure back but hates himself for it. He whimpers softly, and the demon almost breaks in his resolve to out wait the heavenly being and ravages him where he lies.
Instead he walks over to the side of the bed and takes one finger and begins to lightly trace up and down the bare skin. The effect is immediate, the body goes rigid, and Castiel's breaths come out in quick harsh bursts. He moves the finger across the flat planes of the white stomach and up tracing the outline of the ribs through the skin. Then he circles each pebelled nipple and cackles as more moans fill the air. The demon moves even closer and grasps at the swell of still covered skin with his entire hand, moving up and down in quick motions but then letting go compeltly and stepping back again.
The angel's hands are fisted into the cheap sheets on the bed, his back is arched and his hips are flexed upwards.
"P..P..Please," He whispers in a breathy ragged voice.
Bael licks his lips at the image of simulteanous sensuality and innocence that is before him, he has never seen anything so beautiful. More than that, he has never been more turned on in his whole demonly career. Forcing the angelic face to tilt towards him, he breathes out, "Please what? Wouldn't want to do anything you don't want now would we."
The celestial wrenches away from his grip and closes his eyes staying silent. Bael shrugs, "hmm okay, my mistake. Here I thought you were talking about this." He strokes down the inside of the thigh, casually avoiding going high enough to really generate satisfying pleasure. Instead skirting around in a way that must be frustrating to the angel.
He pulls away again and conversationally says, " You know I bet this is secretly fuckin hot to you. Being forced and dirty like this," and leans in again, once again grasping the hardened flesh under the now slightly damp layer of fabric. "You are obviously enjoying it. Are all the angels as sick as this." He finishes to the sound of the angel keening and trying to get his hand to grip just a little tighter. He does for a second and then speaks,
"I can keep you like this for as long as you decide, on edge and unsatisfied. Plus the longer you take the more time I'll get to spend in this fantastic body. I wouldn't mind but it's not quite what you want is it. I know Dean isn't too happy with the situation." He has to hurry this along slightly, no matter how much he wishes he really had an eternity to properly fuck this creature.
Something changes in the angel at the sound of the other name, "Dean" he whispers reverently to himself and looks away drawing in a shaky breath.
"P..Please... pleasure me" He finally chokes out and instantly the demon lifts him up and grinds him up against the wall, hard and fast. Causing his head to fall back and his legs to widen automatically.
"Pleasure you princess? I'm going to fuck you senseless." Bael snarls in his ear and pins him up against the wall,
"But first, since I've been kept pointlessly waiting, I do believe you owe me something in return." He leans over and licks down the other's neck.
"Get on your knees." Cas hesitates, unsure of what exactly the demon is looking for.
"On your knees now. You know, like when you pray." The growl comes again and so carefully the angel sinks down to the floor as he has been commanded, head bowed.
"Now get to it," The demon orders once more, and Cas bites his lip and quietly whispers still looking at the floor.
"I am not sure what you want."
"Aww, my poor innocent naive little angel. I want you to lower my boxers slowly, preferably with your mouth not your hands and then suck on the suprise under there. Get it?" Bael flicks his tongue out slowly and smirks at the clear discomfort coming across the angel's face.
"I...I don't know how." He admits brokenly.
"What, pretty mouth like yours and Dean hasn't given it a whirl yet. Odd since he's pictured it over and over in his mind. Guess we know what he wants huh? But don't worry about it, I'm sure you'll be just a natural. Now do it." This time the demon looses his temper and strikes Castiel across the face so he falls onto the floor. When he manages to right himself again, he moves closer to the demon and raises himself to his knees.
The creature sighs as he feels the scrape of teeth against his hip and then the cool motel air against his, well Dean's boiling skin. He looks down at the unsure man and decides that this will only work if he runs it. So he sing songs,
"Open wide baby," And is greeted with the unbelievably erotic sight of the swollen lips sliding open. Without another thought he grabs the messy dark hair and thrusts into the waiting mouth. And fuck does it feel good, a hot wet inexperienced mouth. The small moans the other makes against him and the accidental movement of tongue make him harder and harder. So he pushes further forcing himself all the way in, not caring at the sputtering sounds the other is making. Angels can live without air, instead he bucks in and out - going deeper and deeper. Revelling in the sensation and in the pleasure. Dammit he could get used to this. He growls, and uses the willing hole to its best advantadges.
Cas meanwhile feels like he is being torn apart. This, its humiliating but in some way so strangely sensual that his body is responding anyway. Kneeling on the floor and being stuffed full of the other man - it both disgusts and arouses him which just disgusts him even more. He can't breathe and he can't think, and knows there are tears streaming down his face. His throat feels raw and burning, it hurts and he can't pull away. For Dean, he chants the mantra over and over praying that this would be over quickly.
Bael knows he is close to the edge but the spell inconveniently breaks when he has emptied himself so to speak. But even without that stipulation his time is quickly running out. He needs to get down to it. He regretfully pulls out of the warm tightness and walks over to the bed, patting it like he is calling to a puppy.
The kneeling man gets the hint and slowly, as he struggles to breathe evenly again, rises to his feet and unsteadily makes his way over to the mattress. Once he reaches it he hovers awkwardly until Bael tells him to lie flat on his stomach. Which he does without hesitation, this night of terror it is almost over. Whether or not the worst is yet to come, he is almost almost free.
Bael straddles the angel once again, pushing him down and licking a searing path up his back. He lets his fingers glide up and down the spinal cord and just rests there. Letting the other man feel the heavy strain of his erection on the cleft of his ass, before grinding down against him.
Then he moves so that he is positioned in between Castiel's long perfect legs and opens them up even wider exposing the tight entrance that looks so unbelievably fuckable he can barely contain himself. But, diving in now would hurt him more than anyone and that is not what he is looking for. He has to be patient, so he can make this good for himself and so he can drive the angel to insanity.
So he spits into his hand and lets it slick down his fingers and than plays up and down the skin of the back once more causing Castiel to shudder, especially as they trail lower and lower - circling the opening in his skin. He feels one nudge against him and then pain. Burning insatiable pain that permeates from deep inside him as the finger enters his body. He groans and squirms as it burrows farther within, pushing and stretching as it goes. The sensation of something this intimiate is so alien to him, he had barely touched others on their shoudlers before and once again he doubts he will be able to go through with this monumentus task. The sting increases as he feels another finger enter him, and he feels as though he is being ripped apart bit by bit from the inside out. It is overwhelming his senses and for the first time in an eternity of battles and fighting he feels paniced. He feels faithless.
Both are moving inside of him now, quick and merciless. He is not given even a moment to adjust to every sudden change and his back is now arched up off of the bed, his arms holding him up on each side. Strangled groans and yells coming out of his throat of their own accord as the demon continues to push him. But just as he thinks he really is just going to shatter from the pressure, the demon crooks one of his fingers and the exploding pain turns into pure pleasure. His vision goes hazy with it and it boils in every cell of his body. He has never felt euphoria such as this, and his arousal which had been replaced by pain now returns in full force. The screams change to wild moans mid shout and he finds himself pushing against the fingers trying to make them nudge the spot again. But they have moved away to work on opening up his body once more. A pleading whimper elicites a chuckle from the demon but the fingers return and once again he is completly wrapped up in the pleasure. Not far enough gone to not feel the pain of a third finger being added, but suddenly they all play within him and he cannot belive the intenisty of exultation he is feeling. Surely he cannot contain all of this feeling, but it keeps building from deep within him.
But without ceremony the fingers are ripped away and he feels bites being nipped all across his shoulders before something much larger and more unyeilding is placed up against him, and as the demon thrusts in - he wishes for the pain of the fingers again. This is not going to work, it just is not going to fit. His eyes clench shut as he feels every inch of the assult. Bael does not relent and continues to push in and out of the unwilling angel.
He is so fucking tight, and Bael has had his fair share of women and men. But nothing has quite compared to this, and it feels so good inside the man below him. The hurt he is inflicting is almost tangible but it is like a drug to a demon. He rolls his hips and already the body yields more to him, letting him slide in and out with far more ease, so he begins to pick up the pace, not giving a moment to let Castiel catch up. For a moment he chuckles evily and then shifts pleased as the screams of pain turns to gutteral moans. And now the body underneath his is writhing with lust and need rolling back reflexually to meet his every thrust. One more flex and he uses every measure of his will to stop moving, buried deep inside the angel. He licks a slow line of fire on the skin before him and leans over to whisper in the other's ear, letting his breath ghost over the sweat soaked skin.
"Just say the word," he punctuates his statement with a tiny roll of his hips that has the angel whimpering. "Just tell me to leave right now, and I'll go. I'll get dressed and I'll leave. That's what you want isn't it."
And it is. Castiel wants to tell him to leave more than anything else, but his mouth is not cooperating. He cannot stay this way and more than anything he cannot face Dean like this. Naked and whimpering in mid arousal. This is why this is forbidden to angels because emotions weaken you and cloud your judgement. He should be strong, should put his own needs aside and make the demon dissapper. But he is weak and even as he is thinking the demon is making slow teasing movements within him, and he cannot stay on this brink.
"No," He swallows, his voice wavering and breaking. "No, finish this."
"You didn't say please -- come on say it, 'please fuck me. I need you to fuck me.'" The seductive words curl around him.
And there are tears streaming down his face now, because this is of his own will and he has no defense for it. He cannot forgive himself of this. "Please...fuck me. I need you to fuck me." He manages to spit out as the demon moves in full force again. The sky already brightening outside the window, the first rays of sun creeping up over the horizon.
His head falls back open in wordless pleasure as the demon ruts at full force now, reaching down in between them to grasp and the angel's erection; stroking up and down the length of it with quick violent motions. And Castiel has let his mind go blank, giving in to his base instincts. He is caught between pushing into the hand and rolling back into the thrusts. And then with a cry, his world dissappers and all there is is a perfect peak of sensation and skin. As he clenches down with his own release, the demon follows quickly deep within him, and soon the world clears again. He is totally and completly numb.
To say Bael is pleased with himself, would be an understatement. He has successfully completed his mission, fucked an angel and broken a Winchester; this should give them just the time they need to finish breaking the seals. And when all this is over, when Lucifer has been set free and they once again rule this realm - he is going to find this angel again. And they are going to have an eternity of fun together.
It'll never happen - you fuckin bastard, Dean had finally found his voice again.
We will just have to see won't we. Maybe I'll look you up too - could have a hell of a time with this pretty packaging. But I'm sure I could just get my friends to tell me all about it. You had a good time in the pit I hear. A smirk covers his features as he pulls out of Castiel and turns him around, placing one more bruising kiss on his lips.
I am going to kill you understand. Not just send you back to hell. I am going to find you and kill you. I swear to God. His words have a furious seriousness to them. But Bael only shrugs.
You can try. But I think you have some more pressing concerns. He glances over at the still unmoving being with a smile, Have fun trying to find all the pieces. With that, he feels the sun fully rise and the body once more protected, pushing him out. If he stays much longer he is going to be in total agony. So he lets himself slide out in a smooth gust of rushing black smoke, rising up into the sunrise.
And suddenly Dean has control again, it's an unsettling feeling; to be pleased that you can move your own finger again but the fucker was right, he couldn't concentrate on himself right now. No matter how guilty he feels. Dammit the tattoos were supposed to be fool proof. But still, he should have struggled harder - gotten free, stopped... what had happened. Okay, step by step. He grabbed his discarded boxers and jeans from the floor and stumbled into them, before hesitantly taking a slow step towards the bed and stopping again. Would Cas want to be touched right now, would he want Dean to even be near after what he - no not he- had done. Shit this was bad, there was no way in hell the angel had been ready for that level of fucking. And his first time, fuck.
Finally though, Cas makes his decision for him. "Dean," He whispers still lying flat on his back, and he sounds so vulnerable and lost; his rough voice pulling the hunter towards him like a magnet. As he moves closer, Dean can't help but note all the bite marks, cuts and bruises that from mar the angel's skin. His normally pale skin is even whiter than usual and he keeps shivering as though he can't stop. As he moves closer, Castiel looks up and their eyes meet, a clash of emotion. Dean is apologetic, worried, angry and Cas is resigned, hurt, and broken. So the standing man says the only thing he can think of,
"Hey," he gives a small half smile and eases himself down to sit on the edge of the bed but is unprepared for what happens next. Castiel moves so fast he is a blur and knocks Dean back into the headboard, kissing him madly. The green eyed man is stunned into stillness as he feels lips working against his own, but then he hears quiet sobbing coming from the angel and calmly untangles himself from the kiss, shifting the angel so he can pull him into a bear hug against his chest.
"Shhh," He soothes, slipping into the protective mode he does so well.
"Dean, I am sorry. I could not... stop myself... and he, you..." The coherent words become frenzied once more and the embrace tightens. Tenderly, the hunter lifts his fingers and strokes through the messy hair in constant comforting motions - just letting Cas know he is there. He lets out a breath as he feels the angel relax slightly against his chest.
"It's not your fault." Dean says, raw emotion in his voice. "Don't you dare blame yourself. You did what you could and you did it for me. If the blame falls on anyone ..."
At this Cas finally responds watery eyes looking up at the man beside him, "No Dean, no blame for you. Not our fault, okay. Not our fault." His voice is shaky but at least he is no longer hyperventilating.
"Please. I am tired, just let me rest." Dean nods and keeping on arm firmly around his lover, reaches for the comforter with the other; pulling it around them both. Cas inches into him and together they drift off, leaving the chaos and the uncertainty. Even if it is just for a moment.
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