Feeling sessions (Destiel)

Seven. Red (End)

Hiyaaa guys and girls! How is life? Mines pretty sh*t. To be honest, I wanna walk away from it. That's why writing helps me to calm down! Anyhow. Enough about sad things...let's go!
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Red.
I walk past Sam while pushing Cas along with me to his room.
"Dean...I'm sorry...I am a jerk I-"
I push him up against the wall in frustration. "Shut. Up." I calmly say. Cas is shaking from my sudden reaction. He should be.
"That's what you get for leaving us...leaving ME!" I slam him repeatedly against the wooden wall that Cas insisted he wanted to keep when he got his room.
"Do" I punch him. "You Realise" I put my hand on his mouth. "What you had" *punch* "Done?!?" I jerk him off of me. "Huh Castiel? if there's one thing...YOU WERE GONE!?! For a YEAR? Do you even care about Sam-Well f**k him...do you even care about ME?" I hoarsely say.
He remains distant. Not moving a slight bit.
I scoff "Oh...So now you're just gonna stare at me? Huh?" I wait for his response..."Dean I'm so-" "FOR F**K SAKE DON'T 'DEAN' ME! You son of a b-" he interrupts me with a string of mumbled words that only I could understand.
"Dean-Uh...I have something to tell you..." he sighs. Oh...okay so he's doing that technique again? Let me show him.
I chuckle "Okay...then I'll 'play' along..."
he remains silent for a moment. I dryly laugh "Okay...well you said you didn't like our sessions...let...me...tell...you" I point at him.
"W-Wait!!!"
I smirk. "No Cas...you wait." I push him against the door and unlock it. "So...I forgot...oh yeah! Let's do..." I whisper into his ear.
"Red"
I see him avoiding his gaze from me. I'm not that stupid. I forcefully grab his wrists and pin them on the wall. "So...where were we? Oh yeah...red. Let me speak since you can't handle speaking right?" I clench my teeth. He tries to say something but I had muffled him instead so he couldn't get away. Or speak.
He tries to use his powers but I put him on the edge so he cannot even struggle to try. "Okay... Red, the color of blood and fire, is associated with meanings of love, passion, desire, heat, longing, lust."
He makes a pleasure noise but I ignore it.
"Sexual desires, sensitivity, romance, joy, strength, leadership, courage, vigor, willpower, rage, anger, danger, malice, wrath, stress, action, vibrance, radiance, and determination."
I purr in his ear.
"It is a hot, strong, stimulating color that represents excitement and energy. Studies show that the color red can create physical effects such as elevated blood pressure, enhanced libido, increased respiratory rates, enhanced metabolism, increased enthusiasm, higher levels of energy, and increased confidence."
I finally let go of his mouth that was muffled because I could see him turning red.
He takes deep breaths and turns to look at me with terror...but I could see a hint of excitement.
"Too much red causes loss of temper, agitation, anger, and overbearing, demanding, and oppressive behaviors. Too little red causes lethargic, cautious, whiny, and manipulative feelings. This describes a certain someone that I want to kill with my bear hands...right...now."
"Dean..."
"I said...do not interrupt me. Now, No other color ignites passion, romance, and lust as much as red does. The very fact that this color increases blood pressure indicates that it is sexually stimulating and arousing. Like your blood pressure. Cas" I smile...knowingly.
"Dean I think that's en-" "NO! I haven't finished yet." I say.
He gulps and nods instantly.
Wow...I had that much of an affect on him? Angels...huh. I clear my throat, keeping in mind Cas is still pinned on the wall...I pull him down slowly...to the ground.
Now we're sitting facing each-other.
"People who love red are easy to please and stimulate. Red foods like strawberries and red wine are also associated with sexual pleasure. You want one?" I ask...like nothing happened.
He shakes his head...slowly.
"Okay then...see you in a minute then I'll be back." I stand up.
Leaving Cas...confused and speechless.
Wait...Oh my god, what the actual hell did I just do???
My eyes widen as I look over to Cas who has a familiar reaction as to mine.
"Oh...god I'm so sorry Cas I was angry and..." I trail off.
He also, now stands up. "Dean...I...Uh" he stumbles over his words. I raise my eyebrows as he looks into my eyes. "Dean...I'm sorry if you regret this."
He sprints towards me, jumping on my waist. Grabbing my face...and kissing it. I freeze...but I suddenly become comfortable with it.
His lips feel like an angel, I know...cliché right?
But the fact that now..it's so ironic, I can't help bbput smile. The kiss is fairly well, since I tried to teach Cas how to kiss. Not with me...it was a doll.
But, holy mother of-
My thoughts get interrupted by Cas laughing. "Open your eyes Dean!" He exclaims with nervousness. I slowly realised as I open my eyes to see him standing in front of me.
"I'm sorry Dean it's just...you're hot"
He says while having a serious expression. I burst out laughing. He looks at me with a quizzed look..."What? Is this the wrong way of using it?"
I smile. Holding his hand.
"It's the perfect way of using it"
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Hiyaaa readers?
How's the ending? I won't do an epilogue cause it gets boring...but lemme know new book suggestions.
Farewell!
Bye readers (if they are any)