SPN: Slow Burn
Fandom: Supernatural
Main characters: Dean, Castiel
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: implied Dean/Castiel
Contains: Slight AU (vampires not quite canon-compliant)
Rating: PG
Summary: Dean can believe he's not lost, when Castiel says it's going to be alright. For
feywood.
Castiel's fingers in his hair are soothing and maddening all at once. Dean can feel the heat of him, even when he tries to keep his distance. He can smell him, he can almost taste him already, and it's -- oh god, it's not right, and Dean wants to fall down to his knees and beg to be cleansed, to be cured, or to be killed. Castiel's hand is firm in his hair, though, and Dean's no match for his strength, even now.
"Dean," Castiel says, trying to meet his eyes. His voice throbs with power in Dean's ears, kind of sets his teeth on edge a bit, kind of makes his teeth ache somehow. Castiel forces his head up. "Dean, listen to me. If you feed on human blood, you're lost. If you feed on me, on blood filled with my angelic power -- Dean, please, listen to me. You'll still be a vampire, but you won't be like the others. I promise you. If you do this, everything will be alright. Do you understand me?"
"Didn't turn into an idiot as well as a vampire," Dean says, even though Cas is kinda right and it's hard as hell to focus. He can almost feel Castiel's power against his skin, and all the scents and sounds of the ordinary world press in on him, too, all this new information that he doesn't know what to do with.
"I will take care of you, Dean," Castiel says, ignoring his bitching. He loosens his tie a bit more, opens his collar wide, so his neck is bare. Dean can't help but look at it, then, fixate on the throb of his pulse.
"Cas," he says, choked, and fuck, Cas pulls him nearer by that hand in his hair.
"Bite me," Cas says, totally serious, and though it makes Dean want to laugh he also wants to obey, wants to give in to the power of it, the hunger and the thirst he could never have understood before. He moves closer, bares his teeth, bites --
-- and everything else is drowned out in the rush of it, the taste of the blood in his mouth and the power of it, the burn, and the world narrows down to just them, to Castiel's hand firm in Dean's hair and the throb of his pulse, the surge of his blood --
Castiel holds him close, whispers, "It's going to be alright, Dean," and god help him, but Dean believes it.
Main characters: Dean, Castiel
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: implied Dean/Castiel
Contains: Slight AU (vampires not quite canon-compliant)
Rating: PG
Summary: Dean can believe he's not lost, when Castiel says it's going to be alright. For
feywood.
Castiel's fingers in his hair are soothing and maddening all at once. Dean can feel the heat of him, even when he tries to keep his distance. He can smell him, he can almost taste him already, and it's -- oh god, it's not right, and Dean wants to fall down to his knees and beg to be cleansed, to be cured, or to be killed. Castiel's hand is firm in his hair, though, and Dean's no match for his strength, even now.
"Dean," Castiel says, trying to meet his eyes. His voice throbs with power in Dean's ears, kind of sets his teeth on edge a bit, kind of makes his teeth ache somehow. Castiel forces his head up. "Dean, listen to me. If you feed on human blood, you're lost. If you feed on me, on blood filled with my angelic power -- Dean, please, listen to me. You'll still be a vampire, but you won't be like the others. I promise you. If you do this, everything will be alright. Do you understand me?"
"Didn't turn into an idiot as well as a vampire," Dean says, even though Cas is kinda right and it's hard as hell to focus. He can almost feel Castiel's power against his skin, and all the scents and sounds of the ordinary world press in on him, too, all this new information that he doesn't know what to do with.
"I will take care of you, Dean," Castiel says, ignoring his bitching. He loosens his tie a bit more, opens his collar wide, so his neck is bare. Dean can't help but look at it, then, fixate on the throb of his pulse.
"Cas," he says, choked, and fuck, Cas pulls him nearer by that hand in his hair.
"Bite me," Cas says, totally serious, and though it makes Dean want to laugh he also wants to obey, wants to give in to the power of it, the hunger and the thirst he could never have understood before. He moves closer, bares his teeth, bites --
-- and everything else is drowned out in the rush of it, the taste of the blood in his mouth and the power of it, the burn, and the world narrows down to just them, to Castiel's hand firm in Dean's hair and the throb of his pulse, the surge of his blood --
Castiel holds him close, whispers, "It's going to be alright, Dean," and god help him, but Dean believes it.