Supernatural ONESHOTS

A Shadow (Dean x Castiel)

Dean,

Such a beautiful name, for such an exquisite, tender human, a masterpiece from my father. For the Earth to indulge in, savoir and hold tightly. A lovely and intense shadow whom I've grown to love, deeply.

Words can't compare to the way your intense mossy eyes light up with passion when you're pleased with I. The way your rough but firm tone smoothly echo's through my mind, always calm, always low. The way your pink-tinted lips curl into a small grin when you're delighted, the crinkle around your eyes deepen.

The way you wear your button-ups, slightly sculpturing all of your deep and rich muscles, alluring I. The way your deep musty leather jacket always draping over you, like a cape, hero. The way your soft dusty blonde hair is perked up or slouching down, parted or not, never fails to make I's heart-beat skip.

The way your simple yet strong jawline arched and angled perfectly fits along your shadowed, tender neck which is often times patched and colored with small love bites from I. I especially love the way your cheeks, neck, and around your beautifully sloped nose flush a rosy pink and your small freckles pop out slightly, making I, weak to the knees.

I also adore the sweet and lovely noises you make, your joyful laugh makes I feel calm, peaceful. The way you breathlessly pray to I, always fulfills the lonesomeness I tend to feel when I'm without you. The way you playfully taunt I with suggestive words and phrases I barely fathom, yet I somehow grasp of what you draw out, with low growls and seduce smirks. The way you whimper, reminds I of a child whom isn't allowed to do something, in all honesty, it's adorable. I adore.

I also love and worship the way you worship I, alone. There's nothing in this world, or even Heaven that could compare to the way you make endless, unconditional, steamy love to I, for hours and hours a day- nights. I adore the way your lips freely skim and press against I's neck, making I's pulse jump. The way your strong arms wrap around I, holding I, wondering all over of I's body. The way your beautifully carved and curved body presses against I's, skin to skin, soul to soul, nose to nose. The way you murmur sweet and sensual things to I, always taking I's breath away. The way your muscles flex under I fingertips, the way your warm breathe hums in I's ears, only making I whimper, and hold you closer, emotionally, mentally, and psychically. I adore it all.

Your beauty doesn't end there, you have beauty within you. Your pure soul, your beautiful delicate soul. Always looking for the good- the innocent with everyone, including myself. I've wronged, I've lied, lusted, sinned. Yet you see pass it finding I's gentle core and caressing it, tenderly. You've fixed my black broken wings, gently, delicately kissing and cleaning I's wounds.

You're a solider, brave and fearless. You disagree with I, always disclaiming I's compliments. I'm aware you think little of yourself, but Dean, when I look into your eyes, pass the fear, the sins, and anger, I find something beautiful. I find your passionate and self-less soul. I find you, Dean.

Nothing could never change that, you make I feel complete, loved. I'm completely and utterly in a deep trance by your persona. I've met a lot of beautiful and wondrous people, but Dean, you amazed- allured I everyday. Each day I see you, I fall in love with you, and it gets so-...deep and heartfelt that I can barely remember who I am. What I am. What I've done, none of it matters, when I'm alone with you. Hand in hand, fingers intertwined, I's heart becomes yours, and I generously accept yours in return.

I'd give anything for your safety Dean, just as you would for I. I'm just as self-less as you, I'd climb mountains for you, I'd walk 3,000 miles for you, I'd run through fire, wind, and rain for you. I'd give I's soul to be with you, because you are mine, as I am yours. Forever.

I love and adore you, Dean Winchester.

-Sincerely, your personal angel, Castiel.

"Cas?" Dean felt his heart drip with endless love and passion as his tender eyes gazed upon Castiel, whom was standing before him. Unashamed, Dean moved closer to Castiel, his pink-tinted lips skimmed over Castiel's for a moment, before Dean to kiss him breathless, Castiel whispered, "I meant every words of it Dean. I love you."

Dean's eyes watered, he leaned in pouring every once of emotion into the kiss, and Castiel kissed back with just as much. Dean pulled Castiel in, holding him tightly, making sure he'd never leave.

Castiel held Dean, squeezing him tenderly, his long fingers stroking his hair. Castiel knows Dean doesn't casually say, 'I love you' as much as it should be said, but Castiel knows Dean, and he knows, Dean loves him too.

And nothing could never change that.

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