Cursed to Love You ~ Destiel Smut

Chapter Five

Dean's Prespective

   "May you please tell me what you would like me to do," those words kept echoing in Dean's head, unsure of how to respond.

   "Just, nevermind. I shouldn't have agreed to any of this. Send us back, I can deal with it, Cas," Dean said, anger in his voice although he didn't know why. The angel made no move to follow the instructions, "Cas," his voice was sharper this time.

   "I would like to return the favour, Dean. I wouldn't have been able to do that on my own,"

   "You don't do it as a favour, Cas! You do it because you want to. Cause you want to see that person at their high and you to be the one that got them there," the hunter stopped abruptly, green eyes widening as he realized what had just left his mouth.

   "Dean," Cas began, "that's what I want,"

   "Not in the way you're meant to,"

   "Why do you assume I don't feel the same way you do towards me? Is it because I'm an angel, Dean? I rebelled for you. I fell. You have no idea how scared I was," Castiel raised his voice with every word, eyes glowing blue with grace.

   "What the hell are you talking about?"

   "I can sense your longing for me. I know that I appear in your dreams, and when you wake up you say that you were remembering 'the time with the Cartwright twins', whatever that means. But I know how you feel about me Dean, and I feel the same. That's why I came to you for this. Not because of our more profound bond, because I wanted it to be you, Dean. Because I want you as well,"

  "Cas, you son of a bitch," it was a growl, full of lust and anger. "You waited this Damn long to tell me you knew?"

   The Trenchcoat wearing had to hold back a light laugh, staying silent. He didn't know how to respond, or what to say, or what to do, so he didn't. He just stood there.

   "You really suck at this. You just confessed my love for me and yourself. 'Bout now you do something. Plus, didn't you say you'd help me?" the angel tilted his head, "Boner, Cas. Mine. You said you'd help with it,"

  Castiel nodded his head slowly, "Yes, I," he paused, taking in a deep breath. "I don't knowing how, or," Cas shook his head.

  "Hey," Dean's voice was quiet.

  "I'm an angel, Dean. I don't, I don't understand 'sex'," he continued, using air quotes. "I don't know how it's done, or positions. I would like to do research so I can please you, first,"

  Dean laughed, throwing his head back, "Sure. Don't know why you offered in the first place," he laughed again. "But yeah. Just fly us back to the hotel, it's all good, Cas,"