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These are federal charges guys,including a conspiracy charge, he could even be convicted of violating the Espionage Act
Leaning against the hood of the Impala, Dean stared, captivated, as Cas’ Grace melded with the night sky around them. Dazzling blue eyes, usually twinkling with tenderness, were now alit with a bright white gleam.
Cas’ eyes shone with power, but within that Graceful glow, stars gleamed and glittered for Dean to see, as if the galaxy was painted across Cas’ irises; dancing in his Grace. Shooting stars blazed through angelic haze, and moons circled pupils as if pulled into a gravitational vortex.
Reaching up a hand to cup Cas’ cheek, Dean leaned in closer, gaze never wavering from the starry sky that had transferred from above them into Cas’ eyes.
“Cas, please-” Dean whispered, his sentence broken off as Cas closed the distance between them without hesitation.
Tendrils of Grace twined and swirled between their mouths as Cas captured Dean’s lips in a searing kiss.
Dean’s eyes flew open with a gasp, awash with Grace, as the Milky Way danced across his vision.
DEAN WINCHESTER in one random episode per day ‣ 88/327
4.18 THE MONSTER AT THE END OF THIS BOOK
Castiel is: All powerful, incredibly intimidating, warrior of God, cosmic powerhouse the size of the Chrysler building
Check on your friends who kin Dean Winchester/Steve Harrington/Nico di Angelo/Percy Jackson/Sokka/ Icarus (Greek mythos)/ Bakugo Katsuki/ Kirishima Eijirou/Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski.
Everything's prolly OK, but damn do they need a hug.
Sam: how’s Cas' head?
Dean: best I’ve ever had
Dean: oh you meant his injury
Dean: he’s fine
DEAN WINCHESTER in THE GIRL NEXT DOOR
[ID. Three GIFs of Dean in the Season 7 episode The Girl Next Door. They show a close-up on Dean's face as he wakes up, blinking and bleary-eyed, in a hospital bed. He is wearing a hospital gown and has visible bruising on his right cheek, a deep cut across his left eyebrow, and stitches on his left ear. /END ID]
Dreamy Drabble: Touch
Hands shaking, Dean fumbled to open the bedroom door, attempting to shove the trenchcoat off Cas’ shoulders while yanking on his tie, frantically trying to shed Cas’ clothes.
Cas had Dean’s shirt rucked up, hands grasping at Dean’s hips before tugging at his belt in a haphazard attempt to get his hands down Dean’s pants.
“Too long,” Dean panted out, dragging Cas’ mouth to his own, too desperate for Cas’ touch to wait.
Dean’s back hit the dresser as they stumbled towards the bed, but it was too far away.
Now. Dean needed… right this damn second-
Shaking his head, Dean unbuckled Cas’ pants, shoving them down the angel’s thighs as he drew Cas closer. “Now. Right fucking now, Cas,” he said, hands reaching for his back pocket and shoving a packet of lube into Cas’ hand. Tearing open a condom with his teeth, he frantically rolled it onto Cas’ cock as Cas ripped open the lube.
And then Cas was surrounding him; a hand gripping Dean’s thigh, shoving him back against the dresser with every thrust and chasing Dean’s lips in gasping, breathy kisses.