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annundrielFrom Thy Hand. Dean/Castiel. Supernatural. R. 304 words. Prompt: awake. Dean's feeling a little over-sensitized.
A totally new fandom and pairing for me. Not terribly porny, but I think I totally nailed what I was going for. ;)
From Thy Hand
Dean’s shoulder throbs, tingling and burning and aching with every brush of t-shirt against the newly sensitive skin. Skin that used to be just another part of him, but now marks him as different, as returned, as Castiel’s.
He can feel the handprint on his skin all day, all night; a reminder of what was, what is, and what will always be.
Dean Winchester doesn’t like the thought of being owned, doesn’t care for the new weight of expectations and the constant reminder that he might owe Castiel, might owe God something.
But when Dean lies awake at night, listening to the sound of Sam’s snores in the next bed, unable to find peace enough to rest, it’s Castiel’s voice he hears in his ear as he slides his hand down his worn-cotton covered stomach, Castiel’s breath he feels ghost across his cheek. Castiel’s hand he imagines slipping inside his shorts and wrapping around his dick.
It should feel bad; it should feel wrong touching himself while his thoughts are filled with an angel of the Lord, but Dean just feels…he feels…
He feels.
He feels the way light reflects off the asphalt as he drives down the road, the way breeze slips through the trees, the way Sam gives off heat as he sits beside him in the impala.
Dean closes his eyes and focuses on the feel of Castiel’s hand on his shoulder, the way he gripped him and raised him and saved him from Hell. Focuses on the throb and the burn and the tingle of it and wants that touch again, wants Castiel on him and over him and in him. Wants Castiel.
Wants.
It’s the middle of the night and Dean is awake—hand sticky in his shorts, whole body sensitive as his shoulder—and everything feels so new.
A totally new fandom and pairing for me. Not terribly porny, but I think I totally nailed what I was going for. ;)
From Thy Hand
Dean’s shoulder throbs, tingling and burning and aching with every brush of t-shirt against the newly sensitive skin. Skin that used to be just another part of him, but now marks him as different, as returned, as Castiel’s.
He can feel the handprint on his skin all day, all night; a reminder of what was, what is, and what will always be.
Dean Winchester doesn’t like the thought of being owned, doesn’t care for the new weight of expectations and the constant reminder that he might owe Castiel, might owe God something.
But when Dean lies awake at night, listening to the sound of Sam’s snores in the next bed, unable to find peace enough to rest, it’s Castiel’s voice he hears in his ear as he slides his hand down his worn-cotton covered stomach, Castiel’s breath he feels ghost across his cheek. Castiel’s hand he imagines slipping inside his shorts and wrapping around his dick.
It should feel bad; it should feel wrong touching himself while his thoughts are filled with an angel of the Lord, but Dean just feels…he feels…
He feels.
He feels the way light reflects off the asphalt as he drives down the road, the way breeze slips through the trees, the way Sam gives off heat as he sits beside him in the impala.
Dean closes his eyes and focuses on the feel of Castiel’s hand on his shoulder, the way he gripped him and raised him and saved him from Hell. Focuses on the throb and the burn and the tingle of it and wants that touch again, wants Castiel on him and over him and in him. Wants Castiel.
Wants.
It’s the middle of the night and Dean is awake—hand sticky in his shorts, whole body sensitive as his shoulder—and everything feels so new.
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Date: 2009-08-05 12:38 am (UTC)Thank you so much! :D
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Date: 2009-08-05 02:33 am (UTC)