[Dean sat up quickly and ruffled his own hair. He looked in the general vicinity where Cas was at, but refused to meet his eyes.] Yeah...it. We, uh, had sex.
[...He swallows, the picture of awkward and lost. How could he not have any memory of these events? He looks at Dean--assuming his own nakedness, the vessel blushing furiously]
...Oh. [That's all he can manage. Why can't he remember this...this--impossible phenomena? Why does he WANT to in his heart of hearts?]
x33 ogod i know rightrebelledforhimNovember 30 2011, 08:54:11 UTC
No, I...[He swallows---he does what to know. Absent host, he does. The pounding in his head, the ache in his muscles--the vessel's muscles--his muscles, his body--that he can't seems to vanish with a thought. There's a satisfaction there with the pain--one he just doesn't understand]
[ Dean bites his lip, then begins nibbling on it. Damn that is really distracting. Keep doing it, Dean. Ah hell. ] I mean, I...uh...stuck my dick in you, right? Not the other way around? [ Because Dean sure as hell doesn't bottom...not that he speaks from experience or anything. No sirree. ]
[ Dean forces a smile, noticing Castiel watching his lips. ] What, do you wanna kiss me or something? I'd kiss me. I mean, it's the least I could do after, y'know... [ he jokes ]
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...wh..?
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Hi? [He says awkwardly.]
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There's no memories to cling to. Only Dean, beside him--and his nakedness under the warm sheets.]
...I do not understand what is...going on.
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...Did it.
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...Oh. [That's all he can manage. Why can't he remember this...this--impossible phenomena? Why does he WANT to in his heart of hearts?]
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...I don't understand, Dean.
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...Yes. I..believe so.
[he swallows]
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I...[he swallows.]
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