CASTIEL

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CASTIEL

Dean reached out to the air beside her shoulder blade. She moved her left hand to his right shoulder to keep him from touching them. But he was stronger than her. A searing pleasure bust through her as he touched her wings. She looked at Dean his entire body clenched up in pain as her handprint seared through his shirt and branded on the outside of his shoulder. He used his not wounded arm to rip open his shirt. Buttons flew everywhere on his rib cage a symbol was starting to take shape. It was a key with black wings, and in Enochian, right over his heart, was her name. That's when Cas felt it, a painful burning sensation. Her own tattoo, the Lock and wings, moved. If Castiel were a betting Angel she would've put money on the lock moving to the unlocked position. 


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