Further to my previous post: you advertise for a graphic, and you get several at once. ;) I probably shouldn't post this now, since I have to go to bed imminently, but...porn. So, without further ado, welcome to the
He still wasn't sure about this. It was weird. Was it weird? Okay, sure, so he and Dean had... had for a while... a while back... and there had been that one time with Castiel in Blue Earth, but everyone knew it didn't count if you were both smashed, and... but Castiel and Dean had this stupid profound bond thing, and Sam was used to being on the outside, he was fine with it, okay, why did they keep
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Dean's eyes glinted at him over Castiel's shoulder, just the shade of a smirk. He was looming behind the angel, framing him, bare chest pressing against bare back, and the hands that Sam remembered really really well (okay, so he saw them every day, but Dean in bed was a different animal altogether) were running their tantalising course over the angel's sides, down the sharp cut of his hip, up over his belly just skimming over the first few hairs down there, dancing light and knowledgeable down over his thigh. Brushing where it was pressed against Sam's.
Castiel's eyes were pressed shut, like he didn't trust himself to stay human, to stay grounded, not to burn a hole in the ceiling and the fabric of their petty human reality if he opened them. Like they were a window onto the centre of him, and Dean's hands could reach right into the centre of that and twistSam knew the feeling
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Castiel's eyes were pressed shut, like he didn't trust himself to stay human, to stay grounded, not to burn a hole in the ceiling and the fabric of their petty human reality if he opened them. Like they were a window onto the centre of him, and Dean's hands could reach right into the centre of that and twistSam knew the feeling ( ... )
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