“No,” Castiel disagreed coming around the table leashing his hand around Dean’s wrist and practically dragging him to Dean’s bedroom. He shut the door and turned to face a stunned-into-silence-Dean. “No, Dean,” he moved into his personal space and began unbuttoning his shirt. “You…” he kissed the cut on Dean’s lip and a flutter of grace warmed Dean’s lip, healing the injury.
Dean swallowed at the innocent kiss and heal, eyes remained on his best friend.
“..did not deserve it,” the Angel kissed the cut next to Dean’s left eyebrow, warmth flooding and soothing the now once split skin. “You did what you…,” Castiel proceeded to kiss Dean’s left bruised cheek applying soothing warmth into his Hunter’s skin and muscle healing the injury he made on contact, all the while continuing to unbutton Dean’s shirt. “…thought was right at the time, Dean,” he removed the ice pack from Dean’s hand, threw it behind him blindly, and placed another healing kiss on the bruise at the left corner of his lip.
Dean nearly came out of his daze until he felt Castiel’s barely-there-kiss upon his lips and the warmth lingered, tingling on his skin, as emotions overwhelmed the righteous man.
“You acted with the knowledge available,” he kissed the bruised jaw, washing away with healing grace from his warm lips. The Angel pushed the open shirt off his shoulders and pulled Dean’s undershirt above his head.
The hunter easily allowed the removal, remaining in silence, heart racing and hoping for another kiss, healing or not.
Castiel’s piercing blue eyes skimmed Dean’s bare, bruised chest. His brow furrowed at the damage he caused. “Dean,” he whispered, leaned forwar, and placed another healing kiss on this beautiful soul’s collarbone, lingering a moment longer than before. He looked up through his own dark eyelashes at Dean’s brilliant, green eyes brimming with tears that watched his every movement. “Being wrong does not mean punishment, Beloved,” Castiel placed another warm and healing kiss next to his right nipple, lingering again. His grace lingered a moment more as well before he moved to lay a kiss upon a dark, large bruise on his right lower abdomen.
He straightened back out facing the man before him and continued, “It means, my love, learning to do better next time.” He took Dean’s jaw in both his hands, closed his eyes, and placed a gentle kiss upon Dean’s lips.
Dean forgot how to breathe. He felt sweat forming on his scalp, his heart pounding in his chest, his blood roared on his ears, and Castiel’s lips against his. Tears flowed without permission down his cheeks. His body finally at his command: he grabbed the Angel’s shoulders and brought him closer, touched chest to knees, and he tilted his head changing the chaste kiss into a heartfelt one.
[I blame @tedrakitty for the inspiration and their inspirational muse catnip. It works too well. You know I really love you.]
