Dean closes his eyes against Castiel's suddenly intense gaze. The flush stings his cheeks, soaks red down his throat and mottles his chest, all the more obvious for his increasingly rapid breaths.
"What're you gonna do?" he asks, and though he knows Castiel isn't going to strike him, Dean feels wired, on edge, anticipation streaking down every nerve. "Cas."
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Date: 2013-10-17 04:55 am (UTC)"What're you gonna do?" he asks, and though he knows Castiel isn't going to strike him, Dean feels wired, on edge, anticipation streaking down every nerve. "Cas."