“I shouldn’t have done that,” Castiel says and traces the little cut to Dean’s mouth. Lets his finger rest there, between Dean’s half-open lips, and watches him intently. “I should’ve done everything for you, but not that.” There’s a sorry in there, somewhere.
Dean looks away, shakes off Castiel’s hand, because he doesn’t want to. Doesn’t dare look at him, because then he’ll wonder –
“Did they give everything for you? Did they look at you like this, before you, ah, got laid?” Cas’ voice is low, very controlled, and Dean would call him a fucking tease, but with Castiel you never know. You never know whether he is genuinely curious – lips two inches from Dean’s – or something else. “Did you send them away? Tell them to blow you, because you –”
“Cas. I do shit, you know that.” But some things need to be said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mea–”
He did –
Some things need to be said, but now is not really the time for that. Not when Dean’s afraid of what he might find on Castiel’s chest, if he looked. His skin could still be uncarved, smooth, it could. Or ruined with a brutally beautiful mark, something that seems a lot weaker than it is, a little like Castiel himself. Dean takes a deep breath. “Your wound.”
Castiel lets him open his shirt buttons, and Dean does so with shaking fingers. He holds his breath, there’s –
SPN, Dean/Castiel, h/c, PG (5x18 coda)
“I shouldn’t have done that,” Castiel says and traces the little cut to Dean’s mouth. Lets his finger rest there, between Dean’s half-open lips, and watches him intently. “I should’ve done everything for you, but not that.” There’s a sorry in there, somewhere.
Dean looks away, shakes off Castiel’s hand, because he doesn’t want to. Doesn’t dare look at him, because then he’ll wonder –
“Did they give everything for you? Did they look at you like this, before you, ah, got laid?” Cas’ voice is low, very controlled, and Dean would call him a fucking tease, but with Castiel you never know. You never know whether he is genuinely curious – lips two inches from Dean’s – or something else. “Did you send them away? Tell them to blow you, because you –”
“Cas. I do shit, you know that.” But some things need to be said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mea–”
He did –
Some things need to be said, but now is not really the time for that. Not when Dean’s afraid of what he might find on Castiel’s chest, if he looked. His skin could still be uncarved, smooth, it could. Or ruined with a brutally beautiful mark, something that seems a lot weaker than it is, a little like Castiel himself. Dean takes a deep breath. “Your wound.”
Castiel lets him open his shirt buttons, and Dean does so with shaking fingers. He holds his breath, there’s –
Nothing there, like nothing ever happened.
end.