The Boy With The Black Wings || {Destiel Story}

»Sorry if I'm a bad writer and possibly ruin Destiel for you«

Cas looks at Dean, "well, you can figure it out without me then. Because you ignoring me these past few weeks, its hurt. I just wish, you would have told me," Cas pauses, Dean's face becomes a river of tears, "what was going on," Cas turns and walks away.

"Cas, please don't go. I need you, Cas."

Cas stares at Dean, without a thought he pushes Dean to the wall and presses his lips up against his, Dean wraps his arms around Cas's back and head, pulling him closer. Their slim though muscular bodies sway together, Cas rubs up against Dean as their kiss becomes more rough, yet lovingly soft. Breathing in each other's breath, Dean lets free an innocent moan, Cas takes this opportunity to begin moving his kisses down Dean's neck.

Dean lets out breathy words, "I need you Cas, I need this."