Never Let Go||A Destiel AU Fanfiction

Chapter 35

"I fell in love with him in every possible way-I tripped, slipped, bruised my knees-but, it made me learn...that stumbling for someone like him, was the most beautiful way to fall." ~My quote (suckish i know but I tried.)

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Castiel Novaks' Point of View

Dean was leaving the next morning, and he had forgiven Castiel...he listened to what had happened, and there was a fire dancing in his eyes...for the blond man who drugged his Cas only to get in his pants.

Dean grabbed Cas, lifting him up as Cas wrapped his legs around Deans' strong waist. Castiel's fingertips wandered under the clothing Dean wore, meeting warm skin. He needed him, for one last time, until he came back during holiday.

(Warning: Very light described smut, honestly it's not even explicit because I suck at describing it :) anyways feel free to skip this scene)

The hallow apartment echoed with Cas' breathy pants, because of Dean, for that feeling of his fiancé against him. It had Cas in a complete utter high, nails digging in Deans' back muscles.

"Dean," Cas groaned, feeling Dean quiver. Castiel watched his face, saw those cheeks  flush, freckles emphasized, sweat beading down his forehead and eyes almost black with dripping lust.

They found themselves in bed afterwards, bodies close together, facing each other. The dull light from the closet was casting a light on his Deans' face-he looked tired, eyes drooping slightly. Cas smiled, hands grazing against Deans' lower back, on the base of his spine.

"I'm going to miss you so much Dean," Cas groaned.

"I know baby," Dean whispered sluggishly, "I'll be back before you know it."

Castiel frowned, "I can't imagine a few months without you."

"Neither can I," Dean slurred, "I need another year for a bachelors' degree Cas...it's the best for us."

Cas nodded, caressing Deans' damp hair. He taken a shower, the smell of Dove Fresh Clean in the atmosphere. Castiel simpered, he wouldn't smell that scent for a while. He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss on Deans' lips. That woke him up a bit, and he felt those hands, almost cold pull him by his sensitive hips.

"Ow-" Cas whined, causing Dean to lean back.

"It hurts?" He questioned, and Castiel shook his head.

"Just, um," he paused, "Kinda."

Deans' eyes looked at him in regret, "Im sorry-"

"No, er," Cas felt warmth on his neck, "It's nice, it was nice-I mean-"

Dean laughed, "You're still so innocent. Despite the fact you aren't a virgin anymore."

Cas smiled, watching Dean return the action. Castiel pressed another kiss on Deans' mouth, feeling the lips move against his, sheets scuffling, hands on the sensitive parts of his body.

It started off gentle, then truly passionate. Cas rolled on Dean, as he placed sloppy neck kisses.

There wasn't any words needed...the clock thrummed in the background, fan spiraling lazy-like, the distant dog barking.

Cas let his lips drag to Deans' neck. He wasn't going to let his fiancé leave without a mark. He let his mouth close over a sensitive spot on his neck, as he listened to Dean let out a gentle gasp, strong hands tightening on Cas' torso.

He pulled back, his lips sensitive as he watched Deans' curious smile.

"You're so hot Cas," he said.