Let Your Grace Guide You: Chapter Five
Let Your Grace Guide You
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Dean’s senses were overwhelmed. It took him a full minute for his eyes to adjust to the brightness. All he could see was Grace. All he could hear was Grace. It was pumping through his veins and pounding in his ears and it was so powerful the thought he'd be torn apart every time his heart beat, every time his Grace - and it was irrevocably his now - thrummed within him. He could hardly fill his lungs with air, yet each breath could be his last. He was filled to the brim and felt too small to contain it all within him. Any second he'd explode all over Bobby's living room.
When he started to be able to make out shapes in the light and see the world around him the first thing he was aware of was Castiel gripping him tightly by the shoulders. And his lips were moving... he was talking to him. It looked like he was saying his name, but Dean couldn’t hear a damn thing until he forced himself to concentrate on Cas and hear him over the sound of his own heartbeat. He focused on Castiel’s mouth and shut everything else out.
“Dean! Please calm down!”
“Wh-” The moment Dean made a sound all the glass in the room shattered and Castiel quickly put his hand over his mouth keeping Dean from uttering anything else.
What’s happening to me? Dean thought in Castiel’s direction. Even though he was certain Castiel could listen in on his thoughts, this felt more like projecting his voice into the angel’s head. He wasn’t quite sure how he knew how to do it. Part of him, it must be the Grace, just knew, like it was an ingrained instinct, and it seemed like a good time to use it since his voice was apparently now a deadly force.
“Dean, it just needs to settle. I’m sorry, I didn’t adequately prepare you for this. I-”
“CAS!” The entire house shook as Dean let his guard down and spoke with his new Grace imbued ‘true’ voice again.
“What the hell is going on in my living room,” Bobby shouted from the study. Dean could hear him as if he was right there in the room with them. Was he hearing him clearly from such a distance all the way across the house? Was he hearing Bobby’s thoughts? It was all too much. Sights. Sounds. Sensations in his mind that overwhelmed the physical and made him lose track of his own body.
What’s happening? Dean screamed telepathically at Cas.
Cas kept holding Dean’s mouth shut long enough to tell Bobby to stay out. Dean wasn’t sure if Cas’ lips moved that time or not. Cas might have yelled at Bobby or he might have mojoed it directly into his mind just like Dean was doing to Castiel just moments ago. Dean just couldn’t tell the difference anymore. He just heard Castiel. He heard everything. It was blurring together and overwhelming him and he just couldn’t take it!
“Focus, Dean,” Cas said as he took Dean’s face in both hands. Dean’s attention went directly to Cas’ eyes. The hunter felt calmer then, though he still felt out of control on the inside where the Grace was vibrating through every cell in his body. Something about Castiel’s proximity made managing the transformation that was taking place seem doable. “Dean, please, just focus on your physical form.”
I’d rather focus on yours, Dean quipped, not letting the chance to make a joke slip by no matter how dire his situation was. Dean smirked slightly, but it didn’t take long for him to start to panic again as he began to think about just what was happening to him. There was an overwhelming amount of energy coursing through every part in his body and he had no idea how to control it. If he wasn’t careful, he might explode and if he’s lucky he’d just make a mess in Bobby’s living room. If he was unlucky, he might take the whole damn house with him.
“Very well,” Cas said. Then the angel was kissing him.
That’s when everything stopped.
Though the feeling of Grace was still thrumming away strongly through him, he could feel his body again just as it should be. He once again felt connected to his flesh; able to hear, feel, and smell everything with his human senses instead of it being amplified by the Grace inside of him. He could feel his lips pressed against Cas’ and his hands gripping tightly onto the angel’s arms in an attempt to steady himself. He could feel Castiel holding him close to calm him. Dean moved his hands up Castiel’s arms, up his neck, and to the angel’s face. He kissed Cas deeper, enjoying the sensations of being in control of his body once again. For a brief moment he felt entirely human. He felt like himself from long before Stull - long before Hell.
Dean felt Castiel’s wings cocooning around them as they kissed and he couldn’t help but pull back to look at them. They were breathtaking. And he was drawn to them in a way he couldn’t quite explain. They were pulling him in, beckoning him to touch them. He reached out, but paused an inch away. He looked at Castiel to gauge a reaction. When Cas nodded Dean took that as permission to make contact with his wings.
His touch was hesitant at first, just the tips of his fingers gliding across the edges of his silky feathers. The skin underneath the feathers was soft, but he could feel the Heavenly power pulsating just below the skin just as clearly as he could see the Grace shimmering across the surface. It was more intense now that it had been when he was patching him up. He could feel the energy now and recognize it for what it was. The Grace within him reacted positively to the touch and he felt just a bit more in control than he had been moments ago. Dean carded his fingers through the feathers and massaged the warm skin underneath.
When Castiel took a sharp intake of breath Dean paused to analyze the angel’s reaction. Did that hurt? Dean was careful to avoid the injured area. No. This was arousal. Castiel was turned on by this. It shouldn’t have been a surprise considering they’d just been kissing, but he’d gotten lost in the breathtaking beauty of his wings.
Dean let his fingers card through the feathers again and Castiel shivered.
“Cas?”
Cas looked up at him with dark eyes, lips parted, and breath already beginning to shallow. Dean could feel his own arousal stirring, a human reaction that Dean was all too familiar with, and he finally felt completely in control of his own body. Apparently the physical contact was helping them both connect with their human forms and Dean certainly wasn’t going to complain about it. He learned a valuable skill and got to have sex at the same time? What was there to complain about?
“This is helping,” Cas said. It wasn’t even a question.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“You’re speaking with your own voice.”
“Yeah,” Dean said, only realizing that was the case when he was told so. “I suppose I am.”
“You need to control it as you are doing so now. You need to learn before we make our move.”
“If... if this is helping, we should do more of it, yeah?” Dean smirked.
Cas tilted his head, looking like he was momentarily considering the situation, but he soon smirked back at him and kissed Dean again. It was a slow languid kiss that made Dean excited every cell in Dean’s body.
Suddenly Cas lifted Dean and placed him on his back against the couch. Cas had one hand on the seat cushion beside Dean’s head and the other gripping onto the back of the couch to keep himself steady as he hovered over the hunter. The arousal that was already growing spiked when Dean realized just how badly he wanted Castiel to take charge.
Castiel’s wings blanketed them as they lay on the couch lazily kissing one another. Dean reached out and carded his fingers through the feathers again. This seemed to push their lazy kissing into more passionate territory, but Castiel seemed to be allowing it. If Cas was allowing it, it couldn’t be that dangerous. And at that point Dean was more than comfortable giving Castiel control of the situation. Dean had been with many partners, but nothing had come close to what he felt just then. His body exuded power from the grace inside of him and as much as he liked being in charge, there was something about Castiel that made him want to surrender to him. Cas had the experience in reconciling grace within a human vessel and Dean knew that following one's expertise is what kept Hunters alive in the field and what made a sexual experience memorable rather than mediocre. If anyone was going to know just what Dean’s limits were right now, it was Cas.
Dean wanted more though. He wanted to feel Cas’ skin, his physical body, along with the grace. Dean needed Cas to consume him. He needed everything from the angel he could get. The comforting caress of his Grace, the soft press of his lips, and dammit, Dean just wanted Cas inside of him in any way he could get.
Dean had never bottomed before. He’d had sex with men in the past, but he’d always dominated his partners. Right now he actually wanted to be dominated. He needed Cas to take him right then and there on the couch. It seemed like the only thing that could hold him together.
“Dean...” Cas moaned. He’d obviously been listening in to Dean’s internal monologue. If he concentrated, he could even feel the angel’s presence in his mind. And it was perfect. It didn’t feel like a violation of privacy as he may have considered it before. He just felt closer to the angel, more intimate than he’d ever been with anyone. And he liked it.
A second later their clothes were gone and Dean was temporarily stunned from the dramatic step forward. His earlier theory was right. It did save time to use mojo in the bedroom, but it was also rather jarring. Dean wondered if his mojo would ever be able to do something like that. When his thoughts started to wander back to the Grace now resting inside of him he could slowly start to feel himself losing touch with his body again as the Grace began to thrum more profoundly under his skin.
“Dean,” Cas said, taking Dean’s face in one hand and forcing Dean to look him in the eyes. “Focus. Remember, concentrate on your physical body, on my touch, on what you can feel.”
Dean did. He concentrated on every part of his body that was currently touching Castiel. Cas moved his hand from Dean’s face and trailed it down his torso slowly, tantalizingly. Dean tugged slightly at Cas’ wings and bucked forward, craving more skin to skin contact. Castiel wasted no time dipping further, gliding his fingers along the soft skin of Dean’s thigh, resting a finger against Dean’s opening, putting the slightest bit of pressure against him and...
“Cas,” Dean said suddenly. The angel stopped what he was doing. “The last time we...” Dean just let his thoughts wander back to their previous encounter. Castiel could barely contain his Grace within his body. Dean could remember when he came, the blaring light that filled the room probably would have blinded someone who hadn’t been carrying around their own bit of Grace inside of them. If Cas could lose control like that...
“No,” Castiel interrupted. “I didn’t lose control. And neither will you. That was my Grace and my physical body connecting on a level that most angels never experience.” Castiel kissed Dean gently on the lips. “I think that’s exactly what you need.”
Dean nodded, once again trusting Castiel to make these decisions, and pushed back ever so slightly against Cas’ finger. Then Cas pushed in, lube seeming to just be there. Once again Dean saw the benefits of adding mojo to their sex life, but he was honestly too distracted by the sensation of being penetrated to give it more than a passing thought. Cas was physically inside him and Dean knocked his head back against the couch, moaning Cas’ name.
Castiel mimicked Dean’s gestures from earlier, adding another finger and stretching Dean wide enough to accommodate him. All the new physical sensations began to dominate Dean’s mind. He’d never felt so full before. He’d never even considered that he might like it. And yet here he was, Castiel’s fingers buried deep inside of him stretching him open and Dean wanted more.
Castiel’s presence was still in his mind, then, and when Castiel pulled his fingers out, Dean knew that he was doing exactly what Dean was craving. Dean felt the angel lining up, once again mimicking Dean’s earlier behavior. Dean tensed momentarily, but relaxed when he locked eyes with Cas. He wanted this. They both did. This is what they needed.
When Castiel sunk into him Dean lost any ability to think beyond the physical pleasure. Cas’ eyes were glowing again and Dean was pretty sure his were too, but again, thinking was far too difficult at that moment and he settled for crying out Cas’ name instead. His grip in the angel’s wings tightened, eliciting a moan from Castiel that shook the house.
If Bobby was still listening, trying to figure out what was going on in his living room, he was clearly taking the wiser, quieter approach. Dean couldn’t even sense him anymore. Perhaps he’d put in some headphones and was purposefully trying not to know what was happening in there at that point.
Castiel began to slowly rock back and forth, taking a more cautious approach to sex than Dean had in his position the first time. This was the second time he and Castiel had sex, but it was the first time the angel was feeling what it was like to sink into someones tight heat. Dean remembered his first time. He’d nearly come immediately, but he forced himself to last for at least a minute before he just couldn’t control himself anymore.
With every thrust of Castiel’s hips, Dean clenched his hands tighter in his wings. Castiel was beautiful like this and Dean felt a sense of pride that only he had ever seen the angel that way. With every tug at his wings, Castiel let out a small whimper of pleasure that Dean was desperate for more of.
“Cas. Cas. Castiel!” Dean could feel the familiar tightening in his abdomen that indicated he was close. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Cas’. The Grace was right there below the surface, beautiful and comforting.
Castiel’s hips began to pick up the pace and Dean could recognize the signs of an impending orgasm. The angel’s cautionary pace was thrown out the window as he began jerking back and forth as he let his human need to orgasm take over. The first time Cas hit his prostate Dean was lost. He came between them and clenched around Cas, causing the angel to come a moment later.
The world went white again as their Grace expanded out and filled the room. Only this time Dean had no doubts about what it was that he was seeing. This was pure Grace -his Grace, and Castiel’s - intimately mingling with each other in a way that comforted Dean to the core.
When their Grace retracted back into their bodies Cas collapsed on top of Dean, completely relaxed and absolutely spent. Dean’s hands went to the angel’s back and he began gently stroking the soft skin where his wings and his back met. Dean detected a slight shiver from Castiel when he did this, but the angel was far too spent to do much more than make a small noise of contentment.
Dean felt complete then. He felt his Grace and his body together, existing in harmony instead of struggling against each other as it had before when his Grace was trying to burn out his humanity. He felt at peace in a way he’d never really felt before. He may not be human anymore, but he felt ‘normal.’ He felt like Dean, just with a giant helping of Grace. And with Castiel pulled close to him, he felt calm and happy. He just felt perfect.
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Dean’s senses were overwhelmed. It took him a full minute for his eyes to adjust to the brightness. All he could see was Grace. All he could hear was Grace. It was pumping through his veins and pounding in his ears and it was so powerful the thought he'd be torn apart every time his heart beat, every time his Grace - and it was irrevocably his now - thrummed within him. He could hardly fill his lungs with air, yet each breath could be his last. He was filled to the brim and felt too small to contain it all within him. Any second he'd explode all over Bobby's living room.
When he started to be able to make out shapes in the light and see the world around him the first thing he was aware of was Castiel gripping him tightly by the shoulders. And his lips were moving... he was talking to him. It looked like he was saying his name, but Dean couldn’t hear a damn thing until he forced himself to concentrate on Cas and hear him over the sound of his own heartbeat. He focused on Castiel’s mouth and shut everything else out.
“Dean! Please calm down!”
“Wh-” The moment Dean made a sound all the glass in the room shattered and Castiel quickly put his hand over his mouth keeping Dean from uttering anything else.
What’s happening to me? Dean thought in Castiel’s direction. Even though he was certain Castiel could listen in on his thoughts, this felt more like projecting his voice into the angel’s head. He wasn’t quite sure how he knew how to do it. Part of him, it must be the Grace, just knew, like it was an ingrained instinct, and it seemed like a good time to use it since his voice was apparently now a deadly force.
“Dean, it just needs to settle. I’m sorry, I didn’t adequately prepare you for this. I-”
“CAS!” The entire house shook as Dean let his guard down and spoke with his new Grace imbued ‘true’ voice again.
“What the hell is going on in my living room,” Bobby shouted from the study. Dean could hear him as if he was right there in the room with them. Was he hearing him clearly from such a distance all the way across the house? Was he hearing Bobby’s thoughts? It was all too much. Sights. Sounds. Sensations in his mind that overwhelmed the physical and made him lose track of his own body.
What’s happening? Dean screamed telepathically at Cas.
Cas kept holding Dean’s mouth shut long enough to tell Bobby to stay out. Dean wasn’t sure if Cas’ lips moved that time or not. Cas might have yelled at Bobby or he might have mojoed it directly into his mind just like Dean was doing to Castiel just moments ago. Dean just couldn’t tell the difference anymore. He just heard Castiel. He heard everything. It was blurring together and overwhelming him and he just couldn’t take it!
“Focus, Dean,” Cas said as he took Dean’s face in both hands. Dean’s attention went directly to Cas’ eyes. The hunter felt calmer then, though he still felt out of control on the inside where the Grace was vibrating through every cell in his body. Something about Castiel’s proximity made managing the transformation that was taking place seem doable. “Dean, please, just focus on your physical form.”
I’d rather focus on yours, Dean quipped, not letting the chance to make a joke slip by no matter how dire his situation was. Dean smirked slightly, but it didn’t take long for him to start to panic again as he began to think about just what was happening to him. There was an overwhelming amount of energy coursing through every part in his body and he had no idea how to control it. If he wasn’t careful, he might explode and if he’s lucky he’d just make a mess in Bobby’s living room. If he was unlucky, he might take the whole damn house with him.
“Very well,” Cas said. Then the angel was kissing him.
That’s when everything stopped.
Though the feeling of Grace was still thrumming away strongly through him, he could feel his body again just as it should be. He once again felt connected to his flesh; able to hear, feel, and smell everything with his human senses instead of it being amplified by the Grace inside of him. He could feel his lips pressed against Cas’ and his hands gripping tightly onto the angel’s arms in an attempt to steady himself. He could feel Castiel holding him close to calm him. Dean moved his hands up Castiel’s arms, up his neck, and to the angel’s face. He kissed Cas deeper, enjoying the sensations of being in control of his body once again. For a brief moment he felt entirely human. He felt like himself from long before Stull - long before Hell.
Dean felt Castiel’s wings cocooning around them as they kissed and he couldn’t help but pull back to look at them. They were breathtaking. And he was drawn to them in a way he couldn’t quite explain. They were pulling him in, beckoning him to touch them. He reached out, but paused an inch away. He looked at Castiel to gauge a reaction. When Cas nodded Dean took that as permission to make contact with his wings.
His touch was hesitant at first, just the tips of his fingers gliding across the edges of his silky feathers. The skin underneath the feathers was soft, but he could feel the Heavenly power pulsating just below the skin just as clearly as he could see the Grace shimmering across the surface. It was more intense now that it had been when he was patching him up. He could feel the energy now and recognize it for what it was. The Grace within him reacted positively to the touch and he felt just a bit more in control than he had been moments ago. Dean carded his fingers through the feathers and massaged the warm skin underneath.
When Castiel took a sharp intake of breath Dean paused to analyze the angel’s reaction. Did that hurt? Dean was careful to avoid the injured area. No. This was arousal. Castiel was turned on by this. It shouldn’t have been a surprise considering they’d just been kissing, but he’d gotten lost in the breathtaking beauty of his wings.
Dean let his fingers card through the feathers again and Castiel shivered.
“Cas?”
Cas looked up at him with dark eyes, lips parted, and breath already beginning to shallow. Dean could feel his own arousal stirring, a human reaction that Dean was all too familiar with, and he finally felt completely in control of his own body. Apparently the physical contact was helping them both connect with their human forms and Dean certainly wasn’t going to complain about it. He learned a valuable skill and got to have sex at the same time? What was there to complain about?
“This is helping,” Cas said. It wasn’t even a question.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“You’re speaking with your own voice.”
“Yeah,” Dean said, only realizing that was the case when he was told so. “I suppose I am.”
“You need to control it as you are doing so now. You need to learn before we make our move.”
“If... if this is helping, we should do more of it, yeah?” Dean smirked.
Cas tilted his head, looking like he was momentarily considering the situation, but he soon smirked back at him and kissed Dean again. It was a slow languid kiss that made Dean excited every cell in Dean’s body.
Suddenly Cas lifted Dean and placed him on his back against the couch. Cas had one hand on the seat cushion beside Dean’s head and the other gripping onto the back of the couch to keep himself steady as he hovered over the hunter. The arousal that was already growing spiked when Dean realized just how badly he wanted Castiel to take charge.
Castiel’s wings blanketed them as they lay on the couch lazily kissing one another. Dean reached out and carded his fingers through the feathers again. This seemed to push their lazy kissing into more passionate territory, but Castiel seemed to be allowing it. If Cas was allowing it, it couldn’t be that dangerous. And at that point Dean was more than comfortable giving Castiel control of the situation. Dean had been with many partners, but nothing had come close to what he felt just then. His body exuded power from the grace inside of him and as much as he liked being in charge, there was something about Castiel that made him want to surrender to him. Cas had the experience in reconciling grace within a human vessel and Dean knew that following one's expertise is what kept Hunters alive in the field and what made a sexual experience memorable rather than mediocre. If anyone was going to know just what Dean’s limits were right now, it was Cas.
Dean wanted more though. He wanted to feel Cas’ skin, his physical body, along with the grace. Dean needed Cas to consume him. He needed everything from the angel he could get. The comforting caress of his Grace, the soft press of his lips, and dammit, Dean just wanted Cas inside of him in any way he could get.
Dean had never bottomed before. He’d had sex with men in the past, but he’d always dominated his partners. Right now he actually wanted to be dominated. He needed Cas to take him right then and there on the couch. It seemed like the only thing that could hold him together.
“Dean...” Cas moaned. He’d obviously been listening in to Dean’s internal monologue. If he concentrated, he could even feel the angel’s presence in his mind. And it was perfect. It didn’t feel like a violation of privacy as he may have considered it before. He just felt closer to the angel, more intimate than he’d ever been with anyone. And he liked it.
A second later their clothes were gone and Dean was temporarily stunned from the dramatic step forward. His earlier theory was right. It did save time to use mojo in the bedroom, but it was also rather jarring. Dean wondered if his mojo would ever be able to do something like that. When his thoughts started to wander back to the Grace now resting inside of him he could slowly start to feel himself losing touch with his body again as the Grace began to thrum more profoundly under his skin.
“Dean,” Cas said, taking Dean’s face in one hand and forcing Dean to look him in the eyes. “Focus. Remember, concentrate on your physical body, on my touch, on what you can feel.”
Dean did. He concentrated on every part of his body that was currently touching Castiel. Cas moved his hand from Dean’s face and trailed it down his torso slowly, tantalizingly. Dean tugged slightly at Cas’ wings and bucked forward, craving more skin to skin contact. Castiel wasted no time dipping further, gliding his fingers along the soft skin of Dean’s thigh, resting a finger against Dean’s opening, putting the slightest bit of pressure against him and...
“Cas,” Dean said suddenly. The angel stopped what he was doing. “The last time we...” Dean just let his thoughts wander back to their previous encounter. Castiel could barely contain his Grace within his body. Dean could remember when he came, the blaring light that filled the room probably would have blinded someone who hadn’t been carrying around their own bit of Grace inside of them. If Cas could lose control like that...
“No,” Castiel interrupted. “I didn’t lose control. And neither will you. That was my Grace and my physical body connecting on a level that most angels never experience.” Castiel kissed Dean gently on the lips. “I think that’s exactly what you need.”
Dean nodded, once again trusting Castiel to make these decisions, and pushed back ever so slightly against Cas’ finger. Then Cas pushed in, lube seeming to just be there. Once again Dean saw the benefits of adding mojo to their sex life, but he was honestly too distracted by the sensation of being penetrated to give it more than a passing thought. Cas was physically inside him and Dean knocked his head back against the couch, moaning Cas’ name.
Castiel mimicked Dean’s gestures from earlier, adding another finger and stretching Dean wide enough to accommodate him. All the new physical sensations began to dominate Dean’s mind. He’d never felt so full before. He’d never even considered that he might like it. And yet here he was, Castiel’s fingers buried deep inside of him stretching him open and Dean wanted more.
Castiel’s presence was still in his mind, then, and when Castiel pulled his fingers out, Dean knew that he was doing exactly what Dean was craving. Dean felt the angel lining up, once again mimicking Dean’s earlier behavior. Dean tensed momentarily, but relaxed when he locked eyes with Cas. He wanted this. They both did. This is what they needed.
When Castiel sunk into him Dean lost any ability to think beyond the physical pleasure. Cas’ eyes were glowing again and Dean was pretty sure his were too, but again, thinking was far too difficult at that moment and he settled for crying out Cas’ name instead. His grip in the angel’s wings tightened, eliciting a moan from Castiel that shook the house.
If Bobby was still listening, trying to figure out what was going on in his living room, he was clearly taking the wiser, quieter approach. Dean couldn’t even sense him anymore. Perhaps he’d put in some headphones and was purposefully trying not to know what was happening in there at that point.
Castiel began to slowly rock back and forth, taking a more cautious approach to sex than Dean had in his position the first time. This was the second time he and Castiel had sex, but it was the first time the angel was feeling what it was like to sink into someones tight heat. Dean remembered his first time. He’d nearly come immediately, but he forced himself to last for at least a minute before he just couldn’t control himself anymore.
With every thrust of Castiel’s hips, Dean clenched his hands tighter in his wings. Castiel was beautiful like this and Dean felt a sense of pride that only he had ever seen the angel that way. With every tug at his wings, Castiel let out a small whimper of pleasure that Dean was desperate for more of.
“Cas. Cas. Castiel!” Dean could feel the familiar tightening in his abdomen that indicated he was close. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Cas’. The Grace was right there below the surface, beautiful and comforting.
Castiel’s hips began to pick up the pace and Dean could recognize the signs of an impending orgasm. The angel’s cautionary pace was thrown out the window as he began jerking back and forth as he let his human need to orgasm take over. The first time Cas hit his prostate Dean was lost. He came between them and clenched around Cas, causing the angel to come a moment later.
The world went white again as their Grace expanded out and filled the room. Only this time Dean had no doubts about what it was that he was seeing. This was pure Grace -his Grace, and Castiel’s - intimately mingling with each other in a way that comforted Dean to the core.
When their Grace retracted back into their bodies Cas collapsed on top of Dean, completely relaxed and absolutely spent. Dean’s hands went to the angel’s back and he began gently stroking the soft skin where his wings and his back met. Dean detected a slight shiver from Castiel when he did this, but the angel was far too spent to do much more than make a small noise of contentment.
Dean felt complete then. He felt his Grace and his body together, existing in harmony instead of struggling against each other as it had before when his Grace was trying to burn out his humanity. He felt at peace in a way he’d never really felt before. He may not be human anymore, but he felt ‘normal.’ He felt like Dean, just with a giant helping of Grace. And with Castiel pulled close to him, he felt calm and happy. He just felt perfect.
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