Dean was mesmerized, watching in awe as Casā eyes burned bright white and his hands glowed as he used his grace to burst open the door of the warehouse they had tracked a nest of vamps to. To say he had a kink for Casā grace was an understatement. Anytime Cas tapped into his grace, Dean felt a surge of desire burning as white hot as the grace pumping through Casā veins. And Dean wanted it; wanted to feel that surge burning through his own veins.
Cas whipped his head around, catching Deanās eyes, and Deanās mouth went dry. He tried to say something, but he couldnāt tear his gaze away from Casā eyes as they slowly faded from dazzling white to liquid pools of blue. It was captivating and arousing, and Dean wanted.
Finally tearing his eyes away from Casā, he caught sight of the smirk Cas was flashing at him. Cas darted his tongue over his lips, letting his teeth graze over his lower lip as he purposefully dragged his eyes slowly up and down Deanās body.
Dean shuddered, feeling exposed under Casā knowing gaze.
Casā eyes lit back up, the barest hint of white grace sparking in his irises, and Dean couldnāt stop the breathy gasp that fell from his lips.Ā The smirk on Casā mouth turned into a dirty grin. He flashed Dean a wink and disappeared through the door, following Samās trail from a few moments ago.
Dean was completely, utterly, and royally screwed.
āYou,ā kiss, āhave a,ā kiss kiss, ākink,ā kiss, āfor my grace,ā kiss kiss, ādonāt you?ā Cas asked breathlessly between kisses as he pinned Dean down on their bed later that night.
Dean let out a muffled cry, tanging his fingers into Casā hair and tugging the angel even closer. There was no point in denying it now. His wanting had turned into a desperate burn, and he craved it like a sweet rush.
Dean nodded, licking his way into Casā mouth before pulling back and gasping against his lips, āI want you to shotgun your grace with me.ā
An animalistic groan ripped its way from Casā throat; the angel kissing Dean hard and wet and deep. āYes, yes, yes.ā
Cas arched out of Deanās reach; smirking down at him as his fingers slid into Deanās hair. The angelās eyes started to shift from glistening blue to a silvery white glow. āIs this what you want?ā
Words escaped him, and all Dean could do was nod and lick his lips as his mouth went dry again.
Instead of letting his grace pool into his hands, Cas hummed slightly and a strand of grace trailed up out of his mouth, dancing along his lower lip.
āCas,ā Dean choked out, his body leaning up into Casā as if by a magnetic pull.
Reaching out, Cas slid his thumb over Deanās jaw, causing Dean to part his lips. Just as their lips were an inch apart, the grace floated and weaved from the angelās mouth into Deanās.
Dean let out a gasp which quickly morphed into a sharp cry of pleasure as the grace burned down through his throat and spread out like molten lava throughout his body. He felt his insides turn to liquid, the grace licking its way through his body and setting a trail of fire through him.
The power burned so white hot Dean felt his body trembling in its wake. It was overpowering and sent a flood of ecstasy cascading through every vibrating molecule of his being.
More and more tendrils of grace slid effortlessly from Casā mouth into Deanās, and Dean felt his own eyes shifting as slivers of white blended with his own green irises.
It was the highest high Dean had ever felt. His body melding with Casā essence; twining and swirling until the grace was hot melted silver coating every inch of his soul. It felt like falling and floating, like rushing at the speed of light and standing frozen in time and space.
Too much and not enough. Pure primal need and lust. Everything burned so blindingly hot Dean was utterly consumed.
Balancing on a precipice and then falling into the abyss, Dean never wanted this feeling to end. The power was exhilarating, but it was the pure wave of Casā being flooding through his very core that Dean was hooked on. It was feeling Casā pure form for the first time; intoxicating and heady. Every piece of Dean was devoured, holding on desperately to the rush that was pure Cas, Cas, Cas.
Every part of him tingled, the grace sparking in his fingers all the way down to his toes. It wrapped around him, burning and consuming and claiming. His body belonged to Cas, fused by the grace until they became one powerful entity. Dean was drunk on it; drunk on the way every particle inside him was wrapped so fundamentally with Cas.
Suddenly Cas was pulling back, the grace swirling away from Deanās body and leaving sparks of electric lust in its wake. Dean tipped his forehead against Casā, gasping in lungfuls of air as Casā hands tightly gripped his biceps.
āThat was-ā Cas broke off, sucking in a sharp breath before leaning in and kissing Dean so passionately Dean swore his body was going to combust.
āIntoxicating,ā he said against Casā mouth, his head spinning.
āYes,ā Cas hissed, kissing along Deanās jaw. āTantalizing.ā
āHeavenly,ā Dean said with a smirk.
Cas shook his head fondly, but his eyes still sparkled with a hint of his grace, and Dean was drowning all over again.
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