Wherever The Mind May Roam

10 ~ Kiss of Death

Dean kneels by the new plant that has grown outside. He inspects it, pushing a gloved finger through the leaves, pushing any spiders away to go find a different leaf to nestle under. A dead rose, that's all he needs. He takes his glove off and presses a gentle finger to the stem of the rose. It loses vibrace and beauty and wilts almost at once, death spreading to its leaves and through its roots. He grabs the cutters and cuts the rose off, then carries it inside.

His whole life, ever since his teen years, he's dealt with this curse. A painstaking amount of death occurred around him before he realized it was all his fault. His girlfriend, his best friend, his little brother...

For years, he's had to restrain himself from taking his gloves off, to feel the baby-smooth skin of a woman as she kissed him in a darkened janitor's closet. He yearns for that kind of contact again. He tried turning to online girlfriends, but nothing ever worked. She either cheated or accused him of cheating, or told him stories about what they'd do when they meet and he couldn't take it, he couldn't take her disappointment.

Castiel was all Dean had anymore, and while Castiel understood that the two could have no skin-on-skin contact, they fell in love with one another anyway. Castiel always stands close, close enough to feel the heat of Dean's body, but he can never lay a hand on him. His shoulder, through his jacket, that's all Castiel could get. Dean wants more, he tries so many different things to get rid of the curse.

Dean tears the rose apart, letting its pieces fall into a jar, which he mixed other things with. Just on time, Castiel returned with the remaining items for the solution. He hands the bag to Dean, who puts his gloves back on. Accidents have happened, and he wasn't a fan of them. "You're sure this one will work?" Dean asks. He stirs the ingredients until they glow a deep violet.

"I know exactly what I'm doing." Dean hands him the potion and Castiel takes it, grabbing the needle off the table besides the lamb's blood. "There is absolutely no way for your curse to be removed, Dean. Only the one that set the curse may remove it, but she is long gone, and no one else has ever contained power such as hers."

"Then what the hell did I just make that for?" He swears to himself. He takes his gloves off and sets them on the table. There's no way for him to be fixed, for him to be normal.

Castiel stabs himself with the needle and Dean protests, but Castiel's eyes glow the same purple. Power runs through his veins and Castiel shakes, containing the new feeling.

The purple fades, and his eyes return to their normal cerulean blue. Castuel puts a hand on Dean's flanneled shoulder and pulls him closer, looking into his soul, the colors that surround him. He brings a hand up to cup Dean's face and Dean pulls away. "Stop," he tells him. "You can't, I can't let you die." Dean glances at the empty needle resting on the table. "What was that?"

Castiel only smiles, so gently, so innocently, full of honey and sweetness and care. Castiel reaches up again, and when the two make contact, Dean freezes in terror, but Castiel only smiles wider and wider. Castiel presses their lips together and Dean simply melts. His arms swing around Castiel, holding him close, and Castiel bends backwards as Dean kisses him roughly in excitement.

Dean pushes his hands up Castiel's shirt, tracing his sides, the feel of his spine, just him. Dean's heart pumps in his chest, speeding up as Castiel's hands run over his body and when his teeth tug on Dean's lower lip.

Dean pulls away for air. "How- how are you doing this? What was that stuff?"

"Every touch you've ever laid on someone after the curse," Castiel begins, holding Dean's arms, keeping him close. "They all died from natural causes. All the humans. When you started with the vampires, the rougarous, the shifters, I noticed it was different for them. You drain what one needs most to live."

"But.. You.."

"I'm an angel, Dean," Castiel chuckles. "The will of God keeps me alive. That right there," he nods to the purple mixture, "was blessed by God when he understood my true intention. I just... had to have faith, really, that he was honest about his actions."

Castiel looks back at Dean, who's smiling like an idiot. "You goddamn angels and your faith." He shakes his head in disbelief. "You're so stupid."

Castiel takes Dean's hips and pulls him closer. "Well you love me anyway, remember?" Dean flushes and his throat closes up but it drains away as Castiel kisses him again.