Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I wish I did, but I don't.
Summary: Dean is a man of his word.
Notes: This was written for the LiveJournal community, deancas100, Prompt #14.

Candlelight flickered, light and shadows dancing along their bodies as they lay entangled in the bed. The scent of vanilla warmed the darkness, making this something special. Unforgettable.

Dean brushed his hand down the length of his body, eliciting a shuddering gasp.

"You sure about this?"

Castiel nodded, eyes wide. "I've never been more certain of anything in my life."

Their passion dance began slowly, hesitant caresses, gentle explorations until, finally, the two became one. Gripping Dean's shoulders, Castiel surrendered himself to the promise Dean had made him and smiled, knowing that Dean was indeed a man of his word.


THE END