Dean Winchester Wants Nothing
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Cas doesn’t say a word, doesn’t ask permission, just takes Dean’s hand and lifts it — fork, pie, and all. Dean watches, paralyzed, as Cas’ lips part, his pink tongue darting out to lick up a dab of filling about to drip off the fork before closing his mouth around the tines. Cas’ eyes flutter closed. A short, low hum marks his approval of the pastry.
Dean stares, gape-jawed, wondering when the fuck he got so comfortable with Cas that the bastard can eat his fucking pie and he doesn’t say a damn word in protest.
“Thought Sammy said all you could taste were molecules.”
Cas’ eyes open and he offers a shy grin. He slides the fork free from his lips and lets go of Dean’s hand. “These are good molecules.”
Words: 6142, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Additional Tags: Snark, Light Angst, Fluff, Feelings Like Whoa, Men of Letters Bunker, Castiel in the Bunker, Love Confessions, Explicit Language, Non-Explicit Sex, Coming Untouched, Sexual Pie Tension, Food Fight
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