#3

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by panicwithcas

by panicwithcas

Castiel stared hopelessly at Dean. He stared at the ropes that bound him to the chair, the cuts decorating his body. He stared at the dark, black eyes that rested on his beautiful face.

"Get out of him," Cas said blankly, splashing a combination of holy and salt water on Dean's arms. The demon hissed quietly and snickered.

"Oh, Cassie," it moaned, "you really think this is going to hold me?" Castiel watched in horror as the demon broke the ropes and shoved the chair forward. While the chair slid across the floor, it scratched the paint of the devil's trap. Cas gasped as Dean―no, the demon―grabbed him and shoved him onto the couch. The demon smirked and loosened his grip, stroking Cas's face.

"Get off of me," Cas spat, glaring into the green-eyed man on top of him.

"You know how they say that when a demon possesses someone, the vessel's soul can still speak? Well Dean here is begging for me to kiss you. He's wanted to do this for so long," the demon smiled. He lowered his lips onto Cas's, running his fingers through Cas's hair. Not Dean, not Dean, not Dean, not Dean. Castiel chanted to himself, ignoring how amazing the moment felt.

"Come on, Cassie. Don't you want this?" Dean―the demon―started to slide Cas's trenchcoat off his shoulders. Dean smiled and crashed his lips back onto Castiel's. The angel sighed happily. He breathed out quietly.

"Yes," Cas whispered, slowly unbuttoning Dean's flannel.

that one was really short but someone requested it awhile ago on instagram so :D