his head lolls, his cheek coming to rest against the warm expanse of dean's shoulder, and then dean is plunging inside. the sound castiel makes is animal too, a sharp bark of noise that drags low and sweeps back into a high moan, his still guttering grace flickering, jumping, bursting lightbulbs somewhere they can't hear. he's fully powered but in many ways curtailed, though in this moment he feels whole again. like he never said yes to lucifer, like he never stole that grace, like he didn't watch heaven fall, again and again.
he counts himself lucky for his experience then. he knows what to do, how to fuck himself on dean's— dean's!— cock. that dreamlike sense of unreality comes over him again, and he turns his head to bite dean at the junction of his neck and shoulder, hoping that dean will do the same for him. ]
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his head lolls, his cheek coming to rest against the warm expanse of dean's shoulder, and then dean is plunging inside. the sound castiel makes is animal too, a sharp bark of noise that drags low and sweeps back into a high moan, his still guttering grace flickering, jumping, bursting lightbulbs somewhere they can't hear. he's fully powered but in many ways curtailed, though in this moment he feels whole again. like he never said yes to lucifer, like he never stole that grace, like he didn't watch heaven fall, again and again.
he counts himself lucky for his experience then. he knows what to do, how to fuck himself on dean's— dean's!— cock. that dreamlike sense of unreality comes over him again, and he turns his head to bite dean at the junction of his neck and shoulder, hoping that dean will do the same for him. ]