dean had faced castiel's blunt wrath before, but this - this was different. the wall was hard against his back, and he almost found himself whimpering as castiel stares him down. for a 'nerd angel', he was pretty fucking intimidating. "cas -" "quiet, dean." his words are snarled and rough, and his hands pressed to his chest jerk up, fists gripping hard into dean's short hair, knee jutting up, shoving against dean /hard/. he grunts before smirking, rutting shamelessly into castiel. -
jesus christ i love possessive!castiel dsadksj









