Dean and Castiel Winchester

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Dean's POV

Okay I admit it, he is my little angel. His hair felt so devilishly good in my hands though. I think both of our fathers would have killed us if they saw us, but right this very second I did not care. My little angel boy was straddling me and his kisses were as sweet as his personality. I untangled my hands from his hair. I moved my hands to fiddle with the buttons on his shirt. I could hear his breaths, the blush in his cheeks. He was adorable.
I had enough of fiddling and ripped his shirt open and off. He gasped, I connected my lips with the crook of his neck, soon turning his gasp into a moan. I wanted him, all of him, I wanted him more than anything, and I didn't mean just to fuck him then leave him, no. I wanted him to be mine. His arms grazed against my shoulders, the cuts reminding me of how delicate my angel was. I stopped kissing and nipping at his neck, and just rested my head there, my arms bringing him further into my embrace. He was slightly feverish to touch, but I think that was more adrenaline than anything else. Then he froze and became rigid. He pushed himself back and off me, his face was full of terror and shock, a little like he had been shot. He wasn't looking at me, he was looking at the floor, staring intently at it. His eyes started to become puffy very fast and his breath short and panicked, color rose in his cheeks. "Sorry." It was very quietly mumbled, but it was sorry, he kept mumbling this word quite a few times. He seemed disgusted with himself.
"Cas?" I had no idea what was running through his brain but he wouldn't look at me or answer me apart from 'sorry'. He was trying to become as small as possible, curling himself up into a ball and backing away. He was backing away from me. "Cassie." I was trying to force my words out. Almost trying to get him out of his 'trance'. He was up off the bed now, arms wrapped round himself still moving backwards towards the opposite wall. He was shaking slightly. "Castiel!" I was terrified, what if he'd thought I'd shoved him away? I just didn't know but I hated to see him like this. "Cas, please look at me.." His eyes twitched towards me slightly. I couldn't just sit here any longer.
Forcing myself up and to move, I advanced on him, leaving a merely couple of centimetres between us. His eyes were now focused on my shoulder. "Cassie..." I tried stroked the side of his face. He just snapped his head away from me. "Castiel please for the love of god look at me." I tried to remain calm but I wanted him to be happy. His gaze still rested on my shoulder, his arms wrapped round himself. I very slowly brung my hand towards his face, nursing him and the other hand finding it's place very lovingly on his hip, he was rigid under my touch, froze. "I don't know what's going through you're head right now but I didn't want to push you too far...." His gaze finally met mine. "I want you Cas, I actually want you. I've wanted you from the moment I met you, but I just couldn't accept the fact that I'm..." I dropped my gaze now, looking at the space in between us. I knew what I wanted to say, it just got stuck and didn't want to be spoken.
"My dad would kill me" he spoke quietly. As if trying to keep his voice down to avoid waking people up. A small smile grew on his face and then nervous laughter came pouring out of him, making me giggle with him. He was my angel, he made my head go blank, my heart race and my stomach erupt into butterflies. He was so beautiful and he couldn't see it; he's like a painting so delicate and perfect, I could only wish for him to be mine. He was my angel, my beautiful broken angel, and I'd do anything to see him smile.

Hello Bitches! Yes I am back, yes I am writing as fast as I can, and yes this is going to be an all nighter fuelled with Pepsi and cake. Please just vote or comment or something honestly I'm feeling kinda lonely.