I Wanna Take Your Pain Away (Supernatural Destiel Fanfic)

The two were standing in front of the Impala when Castiel kissed Dean.

Sam had already gone into the bunker, exhausted and drained from their last mission, leaving the two men to themselves.

They quietly gazed at the stars, leaning against the Impala, soaking in the comfortable silence.

Castiel looked at Dean, whose face was slightly pursed together in that way of his - in the way that convinced any innocent bystander that the man had been through a lot.

Castiel’s heart lurched. He never liked to think of Dean silently suffering from years of misfortune. The man was righteous and his spirit burned blazingly bright. He didn’t deserve a single bit of what he had been through.

Though, Castiel could admit, that just wasn’t all.

The angel had grown to care for Dean in such a tremendous way, and he felt every inkling of Dean’s suffering weigh on him as if it were his own. He didn’t want Dean to hurt anymore - the very thought of any other mental or physical harm coming the man’s way made Castiel grit his teeth, heart stinging.

And as Castiel observed Dean, head tilted to the side, eyes squinted slightly, he realized how much he wanted that suffering, that pursed face, to disappear, if only for a moment.

Without even realizing it, Castiel moved forward, and before the angel could even react to what his body was doing, his lips were being smashed against Dean’s; and he cupped the back of the taller man’s neck as he placed all of his passion, everything, into that single moment, only wanting to make Dean feel alright for once.

Two beats passed, and Dean’s strangled gasp painfully hit Castiel in the core as the other man pulled away, eyes wide in bewilderment.

“What the hell, Cas?” Dean demanded, genuinely seeming stumped.

Castiel opened his mouth, and then closed it, his head slightly shaking as he stared into Dean’s confused eyes with his very own disoriented ones, trying to form any word, something, to explain why he did what he did.

Slowly, Castiel’s eyes left Dean’s and shifted towards the gravelly dirt, feet shuffling as shame filled him.

“I-I’m sorry, Dean.. I don’t know what came over me.” Castiel lifted his head, eyebrows furrowed, and blue eyes met green.

Castiel’s eyes were so wounded, so shame filled, and Dean did a double take. Regret and anger filled Dean to the brim instantly, cause dammit he did not want Cas to feel so wrong - like some sort of freak.

He groaned, fists clenching, devastated.

“Dammit.”

And then Dean was smashing his lips against Cas’s, hands flying up to clench the shorter man’s raven hair, pulling him closer, slamming him against the Impala in a desperate, sudden desire to touch Cas, to feel the angel against him, to limit the gaping space between them.

Castiel’s eyes widened before smashing closed, once again cupping the taller man’s neck as he pushed himself into Dean, unknown emotions swelling within him - emotions he hadn’t even felt when he had sex with Amy.

“Cas,” Dean groaned, voice wrecked, and the man’s breath came in harsh gasps as he grinded their groins together.

Castiel inhaled sharply, moaning, head tilted back in pleasure.

“Dean.”

The taller man’s breath hitched, jeans becoming impossibly tight.

“Cas,” Dean responded huskily and just as enthusiastically, hand reaching down and cupping the angel’s straining erection.