Dean and Castiel have been together for several months now and have recently stopped hunting. Castiel is not only no longer an angel, but has descended into demonism, along with Dean. When they gave up hunting the bad guys, they also became them. This will be the eighth bank they've robbed in two months, and they love it. They have never done it for the money -demons don' exactly need to any- they just love the rush it gives them. They love the fear in those damn humans eyes when they pull out the guns. They love taking everything from so many people, and then whisking their lives away after. They love to watch the light fade from the eyes of the all too fragile humans that then litter the ground, bleeding out but still gasping for air.
Dean and Castiel have a ritual that they also make sure to perform before and after each robbery. Not the usual, satanic ritual with magic and herbs and fire and goats blood, but instead with heat and passion and sex. Every time before hand, they make love in the backseat of the now trashed impala, and again after every successful robbery. They have just finished and have a last kiss, full of all the passions of the past half hour. Dean climbs to the front seat, followed closely by Castiel. Smirking lovingly at each other, Dean drives off down the road, certain not to be caught.
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Destiel One Shots
RandomJust a bunch of destiel one-shots! Probably some fluff, probably some smut, maybe even smuff, you never know. Also, a lot of these aren't my idea and they came from tumblr or something else like that. I'm really sorry that I don't know where they ca...
