You ROCK my LIFE <33333333333 That was so amazing, super fun and intoxicating!!!!
It started off so flyin' funny then went into something so delicious that I can't give an adjective for it. Does happiness cover the feeling I experience by the end of this?
*offers you delicacies generated from air*
Where do I start? I loved the whole thing!!!!! *MEMORIES*
“Do you have to take everything so literal?” Dean asks, shaking his head. “How else should I take it?” “Never mind. We’ll work on expressions later.” --- *giggles* So funny! Poor Castiel will get it someday!
“People need to be touched,” Dean says, because he can’t figure out how to explain to an angel that sometimes he just needs to fuck. “Do you not touch Sam?” Dean chokes on the stale piece of popcorn he’d picked up from the coverlet. “It’s a different kind of touching.” --- TOTAL EPIC WIN! I so died here! xDDDDDD
His eyes are trained on Dean’s cock with a sort of curious detachment, and as the clear liquid begins to seep from the slit, Castiel dips his head to lick it up, smacking his lips as he does, as though judging the taste. Dean doesn’t close his eyes. He never does unless he has to. Seems every time he does he ends up back in the darkness, feeling himself become a monster all over again. --- KRIPKE DO THIS NOW xD
He wants to know what an angel looks like when he comes. It’s beautiful. Castiel’s face hides nothing, he holds nothing back, and Dean wishes he could remember the first time he came, probably in a hotel room just like this. He wonders if his face ever looked that open, that beautiful. --- AW OMG. LOVELY. SO GOOD.
His dreams of hell seem so much worse now he’s had a tiny glimpse of heaven. --- *SOBS* Oh Dean *snuggles* This last line ate my soul away with its angst.
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That was so amazing, super fun and intoxicating!!!!
It started off so flyin' funny then went into something so delicious that I can't give an adjective for it. Does happiness cover the feeling I experience by the end of this?
*offers you delicacies generated from air*
Where do I start? I loved the whole thing!!!!! *MEMORIES*
“Do you have to take everything so literal?” Dean asks, shaking his head.
“How else should I take it?”
“Never mind. We’ll work on expressions later.”
--- *giggles* So funny! Poor Castiel will get it someday!
“People need to be touched,” Dean says, because he can’t figure out how to explain to an angel that sometimes he just needs to fuck.
“Do you not touch Sam?”
Dean chokes on the stale piece of popcorn he’d picked up from the coverlet. “It’s a different kind of touching.”
--- TOTAL EPIC WIN! I so died here! xDDDDDD
His eyes are trained on Dean’s cock with a sort of curious detachment, and as the clear liquid begins to seep from the slit, Castiel dips his head to lick it up, smacking his lips as he does, as though judging the taste. Dean doesn’t close his eyes. He never does unless he has to. Seems every time he does he ends up back in the darkness, feeling himself become a monster all over again.
--- KRIPKE DO THIS NOW xD
He wants to know what an angel looks like when he comes.
It’s beautiful. Castiel’s face hides nothing, he holds nothing back, and Dean wishes he could remember the first time he came, probably in a hotel room just like this. He wonders if his face ever looked that open, that beautiful.
--- AW OMG. LOVELY. SO GOOD.
His dreams of hell seem so much worse now he’s had a tiny glimpse of heaven.
--- *SOBS* Oh Dean *snuggles* This last line ate my soul away with its angst.
Why so amazing? ♥