[RP for iamwinchester]

[prettyboyangel]

Castiel has always been able to hear Dean's prayers. He's never told the Winchester, pretty sure that that would be a sure fire way of stopping the man from praying in the first place, but he hears them all the same. He's never been certain why, but he figures it's because he was sent to rescue him from Hell, and guide him afterwards

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[iamwinchester]

Dean barely had the chance to wipe the tears at his cheeks away before Cas was right infront of him, once again too far into his personal space for him to be comfortable. He had no time to turn away, or to shrug the angel's touch off, surprisingly warm, slightly shy lips pressing to his own. He didn't crave anything. But this? He frowned when his brain caught up with what was happening, pressed his palms to Cas's shoulders, jerked his head back.

"What-- No, you can't." Everything about the situation is messed up beyond comprehension, but the kiss, and how much of a big deal it should be is overshadowed by one thing. He needs help. He's struggling to keep his head above the water. And Cas is the closest thing to hand. The closest being offering to help. The only person he has left who can.

[prettyboyangel]

"I can," Castiel countered, before pressing a second fumbling kiss to Dean's lips. He was far from well versed in the art of human physical relationships, but he'd picked up bits and pieces through observation during his time on Earth. He understood the mechanics of kissing, even if he had never tried it himself before now.

He wasn't even sure why he was doing this, instead of providing some sort of pep talk on free will and saying no rather than yes, just knew that somehow this felt right. Like it was meant to be.

[iamwinchester]

Dean had enough time to pull some of his guards back up, though they weren't there because he didn't trust the angel. He needed them. For himself. Or that was what he told himself, until he realised it was pointless. Cas had been there, had heard what Famine had said. He was already dead and here was Cas, still trying to bring him back to life.

He pulled back again from the kiss, but this time he left a hand on Cas's hip, though he wasn't sure why.

"Making out is the answer to my prayers? Well damn. Woulda started praying a long time ago if I knew."

[prettyboyangel]

"You need this, Dean," Castiel stated, face drawn in a frown as he stared into Dean's face. "I can help you find some purpose again. You are lost, but it does not have to be this way. If you will let me help?" He held back this time, waiting for some sort of affirmation that this help was not entirely unwelcome.