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Theme: Profoundly bondedThis is a pretty open theme. It can mean something concerning Dean and Castiel's profound bond, it can mean any other kind of bonding (or bondage!), forced marriage, fake boyfriends, soul mates, etc. Have fun
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It was three months after the initial discovery that it seemed to escalate, or become easier. Dean was exhausted, wounded after a hunt to kill the beast that laid Sam flat on his back, and Cas was following behind to enter the motel. Dean rubbed his eyes, then tripped on the edge of the doorway, and Cas grabbed his shoulders to prevent him from a face plant. Dean's entire body tensed up, his head thrown back and his hands tightened into balls as he cried out. Cas felt his stomach flutter as he carefully lowered Dean to the ground, holding him as he continued to buck against the air, and the flicker of green eyes opening in a haze before rolling back was just... There was no word.
It was then--after Cas learned fabric was no constraint on the strength of their bond now--that Cas began to have fun.
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He was careful, choosing careful times to pleasure Dean. First was at a restaurant outside of a town hunt, just after Dean had ordered his hamburger. They'd needed to order new drinks and get napkins to clean up the spills that resulted from Dean nearly knocking the table over.
Next was when Sam got a chance to drive the Impala. Dean was drifting to sleep in the passenger side, and it had been easy to slip into the back seat and pat the mark. Sam nearly had a heart attack from the way Dean jerked awake.
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Before long, Cas noticed that Dean's reactions were becoming more controlled, and this opened more possibilities from interviews, grocery shopping, watching tv and even driving. Cas couldn't explain the feeling he got when he saw the lusty look Dean always gave him when he finally pulled his fingers away and allowed Dean to come down from the high.
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It was when Cas took a bold step, that Cas finally got what had been coming for a long time. He thought of waiting until Dean was out of the shower, but it was too long to wait and he pushed the door to the bathroom open, and stepped in to find Dean just dropping his towel with the steam swirling around the room. They both froze, but Cas found himself licking his lips and stepping forward as he raised his hand. Dean's eyes darted between Cas' hand and his eyes, but he swallowed, reaching behind him to grasp onto the edge of the sink with one hand.
Cas stopped with his hand above the scar, and Dean's free hand snaked around the back of Cas' neck and pulled him close until Dean's forehead rested on his shoulder. Dean's chest was rising and falling against Cas and the ghost of hot breath against his neck chilled him as Dean whispered, "Please."
Cas stepped forward, pinning Dean against the ceramic, sliding his other hand around his back before matching his hand to the scar to cover every inch of it, gripping Dean's arm like he had to pull him free. Dean moaned loudly in Cas' ear, hand tightening against his neck and grasping to pull them together. His stabilizing hand buckled and he moved it to ball into the folds of the trenchcoat, shamelessly rutting against Cas.
It couldn't have looked more gorgeous, Dean vulnerable, wonton and desperate as he clung to him, and there was a whirl of pleasure spiraling up his arm that seemed to be making it's way to Cas' chest. It was when it coiled around his cock and made Cas moan that his hand finally slipped free from the scar, and Dean collapsed in a delicious whine, sliding to the floor. Panting, Dean looked at Cas, and honest to fucking god crawled to Cas to unbutton his pants.
Cas should have thought of the shower sooner.
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Thanks for reading BB!!
Love your icon, btw!!
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