spell of the night (1/1)
Title: Spell of the Night
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst/Romance
Pairings or Characters: Dean/Cas
Warnings: none
Word Count: 486
Summary: Dean would never allow this if he were awake.
Author Notes: Based on this fanart by hermitic on tumblr.
Spell of the Night
Dean would never allow it if he were awake. He's stubbornly adamant about not touching beyond what's necessary--hands down pants, tongue on skin, thigh between legs--which Castiel still doesn't quite understand, but he doesn't argue. If it's Dean's desire, he won't try and fight it, because fighting Dean is something he never wants to do.
But when he's asleep, Castiel is grateful that angels don't need rest because it allows him to spend nights holding Dean in a way he can't any time else.
He never intended to--he had assumed Dean's strict touch-only-during-sex policy held true when he slept--but one night Dean had rolled against his side and nudged at him until, hesitantly, Castiel extended a wing and draped it around him. Dean had made a pleased hum, and every night that Castiel was allowed to remain in bed with him after that, he would test how much contact Dean would allow in his sleep.
Castiel has since discovered that Dean, fast asleep, will happily curl against his chest, letting Castiel reach his arms fully around him as his wings flutter and stroke his skin, soothing him when his memories of Hell occasionally haunt him. Castiel keeps his promise not to peer into Dean's mind, but just by watching his face, he can easily tell what kind of dream he's having and how much comfort he needs.
Tonight, Dean is contented, breathing even and mumbling minimal. Castiel doesn't need to touch him, but now that he's held Dean in his arms, it's hard to resist the temptation. Gentle and careful, he slides a wing soundlessly between the sheets and Dean's side and pulls him forward. He keeps his hands to himself, but his wings stretch and engulf them both, warming them more than any comforter possibly could. Dean makes a noise and presses closer into Castiel's chest, and it's impossibly harder to keep from touching him now. He lifts Dean slightly with his wing, sliding his arm beneath him while the other wraps around his other side, pulling him flush against his naked skin. His wings shuffle and shake, and Dean makes another noise, this time with a hint of pleasure, and Castiel's face flushes.
Dean would never allow this if he were awake. This showing of emotion and feeling, because he will never let him take something he can't offer in return, and he has nothing to spare for Castiel. But Castiel, selfish and so in love it wrecks him every day, will take it anyway, keeping it a secret from the Dean he knows in the waking world.
Dean lets out a sigh and his breath is hot on Castiel's skin and he wants to press for more, wake Dean and beg to be touched, but he won't.
Instead, Castiel presses a gentle kiss to Dean's forehead and squeezes, holding him tight for a moment more before finally letting go.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst/Romance
Pairings or Characters: Dean/Cas
Warnings: none
Word Count: 486
Summary: Dean would never allow this if he were awake.
Author Notes: Based on this fanart by hermitic on tumblr.
Spell of the Night
Dean would never allow it if he were awake. He's stubbornly adamant about not touching beyond what's necessary--hands down pants, tongue on skin, thigh between legs--which Castiel still doesn't quite understand, but he doesn't argue. If it's Dean's desire, he won't try and fight it, because fighting Dean is something he never wants to do.
But when he's asleep, Castiel is grateful that angels don't need rest because it allows him to spend nights holding Dean in a way he can't any time else.
He never intended to--he had assumed Dean's strict touch-only-during-sex policy held true when he slept--but one night Dean had rolled against his side and nudged at him until, hesitantly, Castiel extended a wing and draped it around him. Dean had made a pleased hum, and every night that Castiel was allowed to remain in bed with him after that, he would test how much contact Dean would allow in his sleep.
Castiel has since discovered that Dean, fast asleep, will happily curl against his chest, letting Castiel reach his arms fully around him as his wings flutter and stroke his skin, soothing him when his memories of Hell occasionally haunt him. Castiel keeps his promise not to peer into Dean's mind, but just by watching his face, he can easily tell what kind of dream he's having and how much comfort he needs.
Tonight, Dean is contented, breathing even and mumbling minimal. Castiel doesn't need to touch him, but now that he's held Dean in his arms, it's hard to resist the temptation. Gentle and careful, he slides a wing soundlessly between the sheets and Dean's side and pulls him forward. He keeps his hands to himself, but his wings stretch and engulf them both, warming them more than any comforter possibly could. Dean makes a noise and presses closer into Castiel's chest, and it's impossibly harder to keep from touching him now. He lifts Dean slightly with his wing, sliding his arm beneath him while the other wraps around his other side, pulling him flush against his naked skin. His wings shuffle and shake, and Dean makes another noise, this time with a hint of pleasure, and Castiel's face flushes.
Dean would never allow this if he were awake. This showing of emotion and feeling, because he will never let him take something he can't offer in return, and he has nothing to spare for Castiel. But Castiel, selfish and so in love it wrecks him every day, will take it anyway, keeping it a secret from the Dean he knows in the waking world.
Dean lets out a sigh and his breath is hot on Castiel's skin and he wants to press for more, wake Dean and beg to be touched, but he won't.
Instead, Castiel presses a gentle kiss to Dean's forehead and squeezes, holding him tight for a moment more before finally letting go.