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[eliashirsch]

Drunk Iceman Is A Different Beast (3/3)

they're so in love TT when is it my turn TT.TT

click here for part 1 // part 2

[belliaomalia]

[barsformars]

the way i cant wait to share my jongho writing but im too lazy to add a read more cut and the tags right now,, and i also need to space my postings out because i can't churn out much right now

[quillquiver]

5. Water (#suptoberart2019)

“Cas, what’re you—”

“Hush.”

Castiel dips mid- and forefinger into the little ceramic bowl of holy water and gets to work.

He draws a line over Dean’s forehead, tracing the line of his nose and the sweep of his eyelids, outlining a mess of swirling patterns on the apples of his freckled cheeks. Cas dips back into the bowl before going over the shells of Dean’s ears and the line of his jaw. He draws two fingers past Dean’s Adam’s apple and over his collarbone until he can press their pads right above the pounding of his heart. His palm gently replaces his fingers.

Dipping his fingers one last time, Castiel carefully drags the appendages over Dean’s lips. He bends, pressing a soft, unrushed kiss to the wet mouth. Dean whimpers. Cas’s fingers tremble against his freckled chin. Though he is technically no longer a seraph, he thinks he still has the right to perform this ritual; perhaps not for anyone else, but for Dean, he will pull up every last inch of angelic nature left within him to make it work.

They cannot hold onto the past forever.

“Dean Winchester,” Castiel breathes, cupping his cheeks. “I have looked into your mind and your heart and seen only goodness. I have touched your soul and felt blinding warmth. I alone have anointed you. I know you, have known you, and continue to know you, and so it is I, who knows you, who will pass judgement. Do you consent to carry out my punishment, whatever it may entail?”

Dean squeezes his eyes shut, nodding. Understanding, finally, and resigning himself to his fate. He needn’t worry. Castiel drags fingers through lighter hair, trying to comfort despite the fact that Dean is wound tight as a spring.

“Dean Winchester,” he says, swallowing thickly. Dean tenses further.

“…I absolve you.”

[[more suptober fic]]

[spiritualweapons]

I'm 👏🏻 so 👏🏻 lonely 👏🏻(: