[ despite the hunger for more, his limbs are starting to feel heavy, sluggish. drugs have never been dean's thing, he could never sink himself into the habit the same way cas did. sure, he'd taken part in some stuff all through his life, though less when he'd hunted with sam, and even less afterwards.
it's the only reason he isn't up now, isn't pinning cas against the nearest surface available and taking what he wants. ]
Don't stop.
[ his face feels hot, just like cas' when the other man presses his forehead to dean's. he wants his mouth back on his, wants more skin to bite, to bruise...
except he's tilting his head into the touch, the solid feeling of cas' hand welcome as he watches him from under half-lidded eyes. he could watch him like this for a long time, trace the angles of his face, the shape of his mouth, his eyes... it's all a lot more endearing than he'd normally let himself think, yet here he is, wanting to just press right back in again and taste all of it.
all the while, the anger which is usually so present in him, is gone.
instead, dean feels like he's three minutes from either falling to his side, or into cas. whichever comes first. ]
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it's the only reason he isn't up now, isn't pinning cas against the nearest surface available and taking what he wants. ]
Don't stop.
[ his face feels hot, just like cas' when the other man presses his forehead to dean's. he wants his mouth back on his, wants more skin to bite, to bruise...
except he's tilting his head into the touch, the solid feeling of cas' hand welcome as he watches him from under half-lidded eyes. he could watch him like this for a long time, trace the angles of his face, the shape of his mouth, his eyes... it's all a lot more endearing than he'd normally let himself think, yet here he is, wanting to just press right back in again and taste all of it.
all the while, the anger which is usually so present in him, is gone.
instead, dean feels like he's three minutes from either falling to his side, or into cas. whichever comes first. ]