May God Be With You All (Destiel Fanfic)

Six

"Considering I haven't eaten for about two days, that sandwich did something great."

Castiel crossed his arms, his back pressed against the counter, "I'm glad you liked it. Can I sleep now?"

Dean grinned up at him, "And leave me all alone? What kind of host does that to a guest?"

"You were the one who broke into my house and somehow had a knife stuck in you."

"And?"

Castiel glared at him, "That's. Not. Normal."

"Oh, sweetheart..." Dean stood up, his towel still covering his lower half as he walked over to Castiel, "Nothing in my life has ever been normal."

Dean took Castiel's chin in his fingers, raising it to look him in the eye.

Castiel hated this man, hated more than he hated religion, but his eyes...
It was always his eyes, those green, green gems that managed to punch the air out of his lungs. He'd never seen such... beauty. So much anger and hate, but they still managed to keep him there, to control him even through his burning hate.

"What was it you told me earlier? You preferred me dead?"

Castiel felt his face heat up, Dean wasn't unlike before. He wasn't dying now. He could snap him in half.

"I- I-"

"Not so brave now, are you?" Dean's thumb began to trace Castiel's jaw, moving down until it gripped the back of his head, his fingers threading into his hair.

"You don't scare me." Castiel was glad he could manage to say that without stuttering.

Dean raised an eyebrow, "Really? You look terrified."

Castiel bit the inside of his cheek, "Well, you're wrong."

Dean smiled, "Lying is a sin."

"So is kill people!" Castle pushed Dean back with his fists and the man shook his head, "They did it themselves. The son... He actually killed his own father."

"What about that guy? The one I saw you stab?"

"It was self-defense."

Castiel grit his teeth.

Dean chuckled, "Castiel, I've been asking myself a few questions. One being... How you always get yourself in so much trouble?"

Castiel had actually wandered that about himself a lot, but he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Why are you asking? You seem to like saving me either way."

Dean smirked at him, "You're not wrong."

The teacher rolled his eyes, "Whatever. I'm going to bed."

Dean gripped his arm, pushing him back against the counter and connected their lips, his hands sliding down Castiel's clothed chest and under his shirt.

Castiel was so lost, his eyes shutting like he'd done this a thousand times.

Dean's hands wandered down, gripping his ass and squeezing, reeling out a small noise from the teacher.

"You make pretty noises, teacher."
Dean muttered, his lips moving to Castiel's jaw and then neck, the intoxicating smell filling him like a flood.

Castiel wasn't him. He wasn't mentally there, and he couldn't stop. It was almost like something was in him, controlling his thoughts and movements. His eyes snapped open, Dean looking at him with dark eyes, a twinkle of almost... A blue color lightening them up.