#cas + angel father

[wigglebox]

Destiel Pride - Day 21; Most faithful mirror

[shallowseeker]

1. Jack isn't really holding back here. His anger definitely gets the better of him. Poor gas station clerk.

2. Cas immediately moves to restrain him. (Cas has rightfully determined that now's not the time for a lecture.) Meanwhile, Jack: "get out of the way, angel-dad!" (who it's okay to be rough with, because we're more equal in physique). And symbolically, it's a crotch/waist hit, too, which symbolizes Jack overpowering Heaven-Father, which is a big warning sign within a family unit:

3. Earth-Dad Dean gets Jack's attention with an equalizing force. (Humans use tools to become powerful enough to take on forces bigger than themselves, after all.) This seems to snap Jack out of it.

But importantly, it's not even symbolically at the level of stun gun. It's like a little whoopin' or even a foghorn blared, just enough to get his attention. (It doesn't phase him.)

4. Next, Jack first looks to Cas, appealing to him, like "you approve of my violence, don't you?" But when he doesn't, Jack looks to Mentor-Dad-Sam, and Sam gets to deliver a voice of reason. Meanwhile, gas station guy is shaken to hear about Maggie.

Throughout all this, Sam mostly stands around yelling and acting shocked! Whereas Dean and Cas simply...aren't. Much like in Tombstone, when Cas somberly asks, post-security-guard shooting, "if this has happened before." Cas and Dean seem generally more acknowledging of the danger Jack's power poses.

5. Ashamed at his violent overreaction, and at being wrong, Jack rushes out. Dean thinks Jack's needs to be alone to stew. Perhaps, he’s right. Jack tends to need space to process, akin to Dean and Mary.

But maybe Cas's instincts are more on the money here, that Jack is fragile and needs to have the support of people around? It’s hard to say, since Lucifer finding him was very unusual, unfortunate happenstance.

Again though, Cas and Dean seem to be more on the same page in terms of not reeling from shock, but immediately acting to respond.

were you the one who called dean shooting jack to get his attention a spanking because I can't stop thinking about that lol

I did! In this instance, it's only the visual of pulling a gun on your child that's bad IMHO. Because Jack is unleashing angelic, overpowered rage on an innocent minumum-wage-gas-station-worker! Cas moves to full-body tackle Jack, and Jack throws his angel-dad across the room.

Only then does Dean pull the gun and give him a lil' whoopin'!

[destiel-is-a-way-of-life]

The last thought I had, I threw it into this bottomless hole of a website (affectionate). I was pleasantly surprised by the result. Time for round 2!

After Cas fell, he started losing feathers. Not because the feathers themselves were unhealthy. After all, Cas’ grace keeps them from being diseased/flea-ridden/mangled. As well as the fact that Cas’ wings are in the fourth dimension, so time moves weirdly there BUT THATS BESIDE THE POINT. Cas started to lose feathers because the thing that bound them to his wings was, quite simply, Heaven. When Heaven and Castiel cut ties, so did the magic that sewed Cas’ feathers to his wings.

At first, Cas didn’t care. Perhaps because of this, he will lose his ability to fly. So be it. But as he learnt more and more of humanity, he grew somewhat sentimental. He started to keep his fallen feathers. He even rented a storage place to keep his larger ones. The smaller ones can be found in a lockbox, in the dash of his truck. To humans, the box is empty. But those who are able to gaze into the 4th dimension can see Cas’ soft, black down feathers crammed in there.

Cas didn’t know why he kept them, but he did. It became somewhat of a tradition.

After a while, Cas was no longer able to fly.

During his travels, Cas saved a magical seamstress, who gifted Cas an imbued thread. It could fix anything magical. Yet Cas was unable to sew his feathers back to his wings. The angle was awkward and it hurt quite a bit.

At this point, Jack’s feathers had also started to fall. Cas’ heart ached when he saw Jack weep over his fallen feathers. It was a terrible thing, to be grounded after having the ability of flight.

So, Cas did what any father would do for their child.

Cas took Jack (with lots of downloaded Netflix and some soda) to the storage where Cas keeps his feathers, and where he eventually put his thread. Cas sewed his fallen feathers onto Jack. While it hurt Jack, he was overjoyed by the result. Jack loved flying. And even though it hurt Cas to give away his ability to fly, Cas knew that it was better this way.

Jack’s wings showed a beautiful mismatch of his own gold and Cas’ jet black. As Jack matured, he grew more feathers. But these feathers were different. Not Jack’s usually gold and not even Cas’ black. Instead, it created a hawkish mix of the two. Black along the spine and branching out into stripes. Everywhere else, a shining gold. Like a hybridized flower.

If anyone bothered to check, Jack’s wings accepted some of Cas’ DNA, and used it for the creation of new feathers. While it doesn’t matter that they aren’t blood relatives, Cas loves the thought that the black in Jack’s wings is Cas’ own.

[horrorshow]

"when did destiel sex happen for the first time?" i love that i'm living so far in my own obscure deluded doomed by the narrative canon-compliant version of surprisingly wholesome but tragic destiel that the only right answer isn't even an option on polls: stanford era.

[flovoid]

‘the imperfect family’

[cascigarette]

like. cas and anna are soooo.

like anna is the big sister who realized her family's abuse and was able to get out though not unscathed. cas sees anna and wants to be free but is so afraid of the consequences. im considering disobedience. good.

and like. cas realizing that he can CHOOSE. he can choose. he can be free like anna. but anna had to sacrifice everything she knew and start over. and that's so so scary.

for the first time I feel. it gets worse.

like!!! that's such an insane line. cas was never meant to feel, never meant to experience his life outside of his family. and anna says that's good! it's gonna hurt like a son of a bitch! but it's good. I can show u the way. u won't be alone.

[greenie-ghost]

very late very tired, thinking abt caitvi then. thinking abt destiel. hmmmmmmm. the dots are dotting. (it’s the same ship dynamic very glaringly)

[nekoshi13]

So yesterday I was working on my honey!Cas time travel story (working as in thinking about it, what the hell is writing?) and I was trying to think up what conclusions would Dean get about a Cas that's not explaining anything and just saying weird shit and somewhere between "he probably escaped the looney bin" and "am I traveling with a freaking psychic???" there was the government experiment theory which took me down a rabbit hole and I ended up with a stranger things AU where all the angels are experimental subjects and Chuck, their "father", is the main scientist that just tells them shit like they are angels so they believe they have to follow him and shit and there is a lot of mistery around what happened between Michael and Lucifer and everyone probably thinks Luci is dead but nah, he surely is the one making a mess between the realities and of course Cas is our Eleven stand in, the little rebel who ran away. And Michael does some shit too, of course. because I love Michael, like he is probably the one that makes the mess in the lab that allowed Cas (and others) to escape. Ooooooh maybe Luci and Michael have like a psychic bond, two sides of the same coin or something like that. Meanwhile Cas is just trying to survive and save the Winchester's asses. They're also not kids bc idk, I don't like kids, they're all at the very least in their twenties.

This is just word vomit omg, but it could be so good...

I'm gonna think more about it

[420technoblazeit]

it's like. ok sam wants freedom so he can have his own autonomy and prove everyone who says he's destined to become evil wrong, dean wants freedom so he can see himself as more than just a soldier and have a normal life, and cas wants freedom so he can make his own choices outside of what the angels command him to do

but rowena and crowley want freedom so they can have control over their own circumstances because it's something they never had previously. they know what it's like to be at the mercy of other people and to feel weak, so they live their lives chasing after power at any cost because they've sworn to never return to that

[shallowseeker]

ngl i love my girl anna but the reason cas was more compelling is that he was arcing into doubt

there is a better post somewhere but cas is confused about his loyalties, lending intense tension that fed the pre-existing themes

EDIT: all i'm saying is there is more natural tension in a person coiled/standing on the precipice than there is in the one already splayed on the ground

[19catsncounting]

Something no one would like: John lives in the Jessifer fic and he's sorting himself out in parallel to the devil.

[kinky-cas]

cas is truly the character of all time to me. he’s an angel. he’s autistic. he’s a father. he’s a cunt. he’s serving cunt. he’s throwing his phone in the ocean. he’s sacrificing himself at the drop of a hat. he’s making bad unilateral decisions. he was one of heaven’s best soldiers. he killed like half his species. he broke out of heaven’s control and became the embodiment of free will. he’s defying god’s plan. he’s head over heels in love with a guy who dresses like a lumberjack. his dad hates him. he’s deploying the tactical poor little meow meow eyes to throw his brother in law under the bus. he’s been lobotomized dozens of times. he’s wearing a trenchcoat!

[tiktaalic]

Kelly is pretty damning proof that cas is gay. Like. If I was writing a tv show on the cw. And an angel tries to convince a woman to get his evil brother’s baby aborted. And then goes. Wait. Never mind. I’ll be his father. And you’re his mother. And then goes on the run with her. I WOULD have them kiss chastely (she’s pregnant and this is the cw) and say some teary lines about enjoying the limited time they have together. I didn’t know your mother very long but I loved her the entire time I knew her. Etc. but instead she full names him till the end and he very much serves woman’s gay friend who she makes come with her to the car dealership so she doesn’t get scammed because her husband is busy and would be jealous if she did that with a straight man

[ineveryfandom]

@mxmortea 🫡

part 1

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Steph, just getting home after a long day of school and work: im home mom…is there food in the fridge?

Steph:

Steph, going to the kitchen: mom?

Bruce, guiltily standing to the side while Crystal attempts to save their burning dinner:

Steph:

Steph: i told you not to let him cook

Crystal: i folded the moment he looked at me with those eyes

Bruce: 🥺

Crystal: he only visits once a week

Crystal: i haven’t grown immune yet

Bruce, perking up: i can-

Steph: no.

Bruce, immediately deflating:

Steph:

Steph: …twice a week. that’s it.

Bruce, perking up again: thank you, angel 🥹

Crystal: looks like you aren’t immune either

Steph, embarrassed: mom!

Duke, in the principal’s office after getting into a fight:

Principal: i am aware of the situation with your parents

Bully, smirking:

Principal: …do you have anyone else i can ca-

Bruce, bursting in: im here!

Principal:

Bully: *pales*

Bully’s parents: *pales*

5 minutes later

Duke, shyly: thanks bruce

Bruce, squeezing his shoulder: no problem, sunshine

Barbara:

Jim:

Bruce:

Barbara: …bruce. what are you doing here.

Bruce: family dinner

Barbara:

Jim:

Bruce:

Bruce: i brought pizza

Barbara:

Jim:

Bruce:

Barbara: …just go get a plate. and grab me a drink.

Bruce, running off with a smile: sure

Jim:

Barbara:

Jim: i should just let him have you

Jim: im feeling sorry for the guy

Barbara: wow dad, im really feeling the love

Bruce, back again, holding Barbara’s favorite smoothie: here you go, honey

Barbara:

Barbara: where did you even get this

Bruce: the smoothie place

Jim: that’s two blocks away

Bruce: i know

Jim: you were gone for thirty seconds

Bruce: i know

Jim:

Jim: so do you want ketchup with that or-

Jarro: 😄

Bruce: i’d kill myself for you, love

Jarro: …😧

Wally West-Grayson: so this means you’re our dad now huh

Bruce:

Koryand’r West-Grayson: you are the father!

Bruce:

Dick: guys what have you done

Wally: ?

Kory: ?

Dick: now you’ll never escape…

Wally & Kory: ???

*Kory’s baby pictures suddenly appear everywhere in the mansion*

Kory: 😧

*Wally’s first paycheck is framed next to Dick’s*

Wally: wtf

*Kory’s first tooth is found and displayed with the rest*

Kory: 😧

*Wally’s Kid Flash costume spawns in the batcave*

Wally: wtf

Bruce, pulling Wally into a hug: welcome home, precious

Bruce, kissing Kory’s forehead: welcome home, princess

[thegracefallen]

@retriibutions

Enochian Rib Carving (Dean)

Bit of guesswork based on partial words, and there's definitely parts not visible or too blurry or faint to read.

[legalmente-loca]

An Angel In His Eyes

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Angel!Reader

Summary: Dean sees you as pure and himself as dirty. But you crave him and you must show him that there is nothing wrong with him.

Word Count: 3,115

loca's notes: This idea came from this image.

Tags/ Warnings: 18+, smut, fingering, oral (f. receiving), dirty talk, lost of virginity

You are perfect in his eyes. A real angel who fills his insides with grace. Anyone who saw you would say you were normal, just another girl looking for her way. But he knew the truth. Created centuries ago, your name too strange not to be given nicknames, heavenly gaze…

You were an angel.

A divine angel, a soldier of God, a warrior of heavenly battles.

And you were perfect for him.

You could see it in his eyes. Maybe you are not used to people's feelings, but you know how to read them. They are very easy to read. And Dean longed for you, in a way that made you feel unique. Being an angel of God was already something unique, but somehow, Dean made you feel more special.

But he also saw something in you that he could not shake off. Your innocence. What innocence? You are a warrior, you had blood on your hands, you had seen your brothers die and you had sought revenge for them. You had observed humans, their pleasures, their ailments, their perfections and imperfections. And likewise, Dean was the human who shined out from all the others. A soldier for his own father, like you. But a man nonetheless who longed for forgiveness. There was too much guilt inside him and as you got to know him better, you could see that he was even drowning in it.

And, of course you, as an angel, wanted to save him.

But he didn't want to be saved, he didn't see himself as someone worth saving.

That’s why he ignored you most of the time. Whenever you tried to get close to him, Dean would pull away. He would even start arguments with you just to have an excuse to get out of the room.

You see, Dean was fighting the lust he felt towards you. How could he not feel lust towards a sweet angel like you? After all, you were perfect. People interested you to a point where you wanted to gain knowledge about how they thought just to feel empathy.

He didn’t want to ruin that. To ruin something so perfect with his dirtiness, because he was dirty. He really was compared to you.

That’s why, when you walked into the motel room, he grabbed his jacket and got ready to leave for a bar where he would meet another woman. But you stopped him with your melodious voice.

“Wait. I want to talk to you.”

He turned around to look at you.

“About what?”

“Why do you seem scared of me?” You asked with clear confusion, tilting your head.

He shook his head in amusement and took off his jacket again.

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“And why do you run away every time you see me? You don’t even want to talk to me. You know, I was one of the angels who dragged you back from doom.”

“I know, Cas told me.”

“So where does this fear I feel radiating from you come from?” You walked over to him.

He sighed. The war that was in his head downstairs was now in his head upstairs. He wondered if it would be a good idea to tell you how he felt about you. But he also thought that you wouldn’t understand, that he would have to explain it to you. How do you explain something that even you didn’t fully understand?

“Look, sweetheart…” He ran a hand across his forehead. “It’s complicated.”

“I’m hundreds of years old, my knowledge goes beyond that of any human.”

“Not in this field.”

You looked at him curiously. You knew about history, both human and celestial. You knew about plants and the other gods. You had watched how the different creations of humanity were created. What could he be referring to?

He noticed that you wouldn’t give up, so he decided to give in and tell you.

“I feel… Things for you.”

“What kind of things?”

“Well… Things like…” He laughed nervously and scratched the back of his neck. “Like lust.”

“Lust…”

You had known Lust, even fought they. You knew who they were and what they did, how they rented people out. Was that the whole big deal?

“That’s all?”

He frowned.

“All? Sweethearth, I just confessed something big to you.”

“Not really.” You shook your head. “You say you feel lust, that’s normal. You’re human, my vessel too. The attraction you feel towards this body is normal.”

“You don’t understand…”

He looked away towards the window. It was starting to rain, a strong wind had been present since the afternoon.

“I feel lust towards you, not just your body.” He returned his gaze to you. “I feel lust when I think about your gaze, not your eyes. When I think about the way you move, not your legs. When I think about the tone you use to speak…” His gaze ran from bottom to top until it reached your eyes. “I feel lust towards you, angel.”

You were speechless. This human didn’t feel things for your vessel, but for you… For you and only you.

You swallowed, the emotions were confusing inside you. And what do you feel for him? You wondered. And you remembered his laugh, his jokes, the way his green eyes looked in the light, and also in his darker form; when he hunted and killed without a second thought, without mercy.

You placed your hand on his chest, right over his heart.

“I have feelings for you too.” You murmured.

Dean gulped, clearly nervous. But no, this wasn’t something he could ruin.

He placed his hand on yours and gently pushed it away.

“I’m not good for you, angel.”

You tilted your head in confusion. A human no good for you? Well, yes, it was against all the rules. The fruit of your union would be cosmic chaos on its own. But you sensed he meant something else.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… I’m a killer. My job is to kill. I’ve seen more blood than I have in my body and you… You’re an angel. I could never corrupt you like that.”

You held his hand. So that was it. Self-hatred.

“I’ve seen wars made up of bloodthirsty men,” You said. “Destruction of all kinds and cruelty throughout the centuries. I’m not afraid of you and your darkness, Dean. Because I know it really isn’t as bad as you think.”

He sighed and brought your hand to his cheek.

“You’re something from another world… You’re an angel.” He whispered.

You took another step forward and your gaze dropped to his lips. You ran your thumb over them before bringing your own lips closer and kissing them softly. But Dean pulled away from the kiss, at least at first. After a few seconds of looking into your eyes, searching for some sign of regret that he couldn’t find, he kissed you again. He moved his hands up your arms, moving up to your cheeks, where he caressed your skin with his thumbs.

It was your first kiss. You had never kissed anyone in any form, so you weren’t quite sure what to do. Dean seemed to notice this, as he guided you with his lips slowly and gently, taking his time to savor the moment and your mouth. You slowly walked back until your legs touched the edge of your bed, causing you to sit up. Dean stared at you, his thumb tugging at your bottom lip.

You opened your mouth and licked his finger without taking your gaze off of him. He groaned and closed his eyes for a few moments, trying to hold back. But you didn’t want him to hold back. You brought your hands to his belt and undid it before unzipping his jeans. But he stopped you, placing his other hand over yours.

“Are you sure?” He asked softly.

And you could only nod. Your angelic voice was lost in your throat. It was enough for him and he let you continue.

Dean let you pull his jeans down and you looked at the bulge between his legs, causing you to clench your legs together. He noticed this movement and smiled.

“You look so cute right now.” He looked down at himself and placed his thumbs inside his boxers, pulling them down until his cock sprang free.

You gave a small gasp at the sight. The red tip, glistening with precum, eager for you.

You reached up and touched him gently, running your slender fingers along his skin. He couldn’t stop the small moan that came from the back of his throat and he grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t do that or it will be over sooner than we both want.”

You nodded and moved back on the bed until you were sitting on your knees. You held the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head. You looked at him waiting for a reaction, your bra in full view.

“You are beautiful.” He murmured, looking at you in awe.

You smiled and shook your head.

“This is not my real form, Dean.”

“Yes, it is.” He said without hesitation. “Because it’s as beautiful as you.”

You tilted your head, but you didn’t have time to think about it too much as he took off his shirt and climbed onto the bed. He brushed your hair out of your eyes and kissed you softly again. His hands traveled down your body until they reached your bra, which he unclasped.

Your breasts popped free and a shiver ran down your spine. No matter how many moments you had lived, the sensations of now were unique.

Dean pulled away from the kiss and looked at your chest, his lips parted as he whispered something you couldn't quite make out, but you suspected it was almost the same thing he said before.

His hand ran along the edge of one of your breasts and you bit your bottom lip, feeling more moisture between your legs. Dean gently pushed you down to lay down, which you did.

You rested your head on the pillows and looked up at him. The light made him look like a God. Different from the ones you knew, but a God somehow.

He parted your legs and positioned himself between them before placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Your body needs to be worshipped.” He murmured as he placed another kiss on your nose. “And that’s just what I’m going to do.”

He trailed his kisses down to your neck, where he licked and nibbled, causing you to let out small gasps from your pretty mouth. He continued down until he reached one of your breasts. He watched you intently as he took your nipple into his mouth and played with it with his tongue. Your breathing changed, your chest rising and falling faster as Dean continued to worship you. He bit down softly and pulled away slightly, tugging at your nipple until he released it from between his teeth until he moved to the other, giving it equal attention until both breasts were wet with his saliva and red from his bites.

He continued his way down your body, scattering kisses across your skin until he reached your waist, where he paused to look at you.

He wanted to know if you were still on the same page as him and you nodded.

“Good girl.” That comment made your legs shake. “Oh, you liked that, huh?” He chuckled softly and pulled your pants down.

Your panties were seen by him and he licked his lips. He could already feel your sting on the tip of his tongue, even before he leaned down and ran his tongue along your core over your panties.

You let out a moan and buried your head into the pillow. Your desire finally being satisfied, even though it was just beginning.

He continued to lick until he noticed your panties getting wetter and wetter, leaving a wet spot. He bit the fabric and pulled it down, patting your hips to signal you to lift them up. He slid your panties down your legs slowly, teasing you, and tossed them to the floor above his jeans.

He didn't beat around the bush and buried his face between your legs, licking and nibbling slowly at first, then faster. He licked like he was thirsty, like your grace was leaking out from between your legs and he wanted to collect it all.

You moaned and held the sheets beneath you firmly as you felt his tongue running over your purest place.

Then he gently inserted a finger, watching your expressions intently. He slowly slid it in and out of you, your walls squeezing him and he couldn't help but imagine his cock instead of his finger. That drew a whimper from him and he rubbed his face against your thigh before giving it a small bite.

He licked your clit as he pushed another finger into you and your eyes rolled back.

“Oh God…”

The name of your creator fell from between your lips as you felt a wave of pleasure rush through you from head to toe, making you shiver and tense your body, closing your thighs around his head as your back arched and your eyes turned blue making you believe that maybe you had teleported to heaven once again.

Dean moaned against your core as he licked up the last of your nectar. He pulled away and licked his lips as he watched your chest rise and fall in gasps with complete lust. He crawled up your body until he was close to your face and kissed you with more fervor than before. You moaned into his mouth, tasting yourself on your tongue.

“You were a very good girl.” He murmured against your lips. “And now you must continue like this, understand?”

You nodded, but that wasn’t enough for him. He let out a growl.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, Dean…” You whispered.

“That’s my girl.” He placed a kiss on your nose.

He moved his body until he was more comfortably positioned between your legs. He held his member in one hand while resting the other on the mattress beside your head.

“Tell me how much you want this.” He rubbed his lips against your cheek while rubbing his cock against your folds. “C’mon, tell me.”

“I want it so bad. Please, Dean, give it to me…”

He placed one last kiss against your lips and slowly pushed the tip of his member into you. You moaned louder, the sensation taking you by surprise. You held onto his arms tightly.

“That’s it…” He murmured, his breath against your face as he went a little deeper. “You’re doing so well.” He scattered kisses all over your face to relax you.

You felt a sting, at first. More of an annoyance than pain, but that faded as he pushed another few inches in. You felt a trail of your grace run through your body.

“Dean…”

“That’s it, baby.” He kissed your lips, to which you responded gladly.

He reached the bottom and you felt him touch your cervix. He stilled, cursing, waiting for you to give him permission to continue. And you did, nodding and holding him tightly, your foreheads together.

He pulled out of you slowly, leaving just the tip inside before he entered again. You moaned and frowned, your breathing quickening as you felt him part your inner walls. He started to have a steady rhythm, your juices staining your thighs and his pelvis. The rain getting stronger outside.

“You feel so good, baby. Like heaven itself.” He rested his elbows on the sides of your head as he kept up his pace.

“Faster.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, please.”

He nodded and placed a kiss on your cheek before going faster. You moaned louder and your eyes rolled back.

“Oh, fuck.” Dean cursed. “You’re so tight I can barely get out. You don’t want to let me go, do you?” He exhaled a laugh. “Don’t worry, I won’t move away.”

His movements turned into thrusts, the bed beginning to rock and hit the wall.

You turned your face and noticed the cross that was on a wall beginning to bounce.

“Oh, God, Dean.” You whimpered.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby.”

He took your chin in one hand, guiding your face to his again, kissing you passionately as he continued to pound into you.

You felt that trail run through your entire body again, and your eyes lit up. Dean watched in fascination as your eyes turned blue. That trail surrounded your body, and this time, Dean could admire it.

You arched your back and pressed yourself around him, causing him to moan and swear he saw the shadow of your wings expanding across the bed.

“T-that’s my good girl. C’mon, cum for me.”

You moaned his name, and your angel power exploded, the trail becoming too bright for Dean’s mortal eyes. He had to close them, but his movements didn’t stop, though it’s not like he could move too much since you were practically squeezing him tightly.

Dean came shortly after you did, his cum filling you, staining your walls and spreading out.

He dropped down beside you so he wouldn’t crush you, both of your breaths panting as you tried to get back to normal. He looked you up and down and leaned in close to you.

“You okay?” he murmured, running his hand through your hair.

You looked up at him and smiled tiredly.

“I’m doing great…”

He laughed and pulled your body closer to him, your head on the side of his neck, and you breathed in his scent.

“Was this okay? No regrets?”

You shook your head as you traced lines across his chest.

“None. And you?” You looked up at him.

Dean smirked and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

“Nah.”

You laughed and snuggled into his body. Dean grabbed the sheet and covered both of your bodies.

“So… now what?” You asked.

“Now what?”

You shrugged.

“So… How does this go? Did it just happen this time, will it happen again or… Will it turn into something more?”

He looked down at you.

“Oh, this will definitely turn into something more.”

He hugged you tighter and placed a kiss on your hair.

You smiled and closed your eyes. Being an angel might give you a lot of knowledge in many things and innocence in others. Having a relationship with a human would go against the rules of heaven and The other angels would probably talk behind your back. But you didn’t care. You had Dean.

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