vankoss | To be Made and to have Time

Title: To be Made and to have Time
Author:

vankoss
Pairing: Dean/Castiel.
Word Count: 1042
Timing: General season 5
Warning: Implied sexual content
Rating: NC-17.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, if i did, it would have dragons and catgirls
Summary: Not sure what this means, its like a ramble about Dean and Cas' first time, just wanted to write something to numb my mind, shit recently happened around here, bad shit

The shape of his mouth, it was nothing like he had thought, the way his tongue timidly made his way in his mouth, reaching those secrets places reserved for blonde girls with large breasts. The taste, it was not was he had espected, it did not tasted like heaven, no. The texture of the skin in those deep lips, it felt rugged, wet and eager. As the taste of the other man merged with his own, just one thought crossed his mind. How did I wait so long for this? The form of Castiel’s mouth was almost hand made for his tongue, waiting to reveal itself only to Dean. It did not taste like a foreign magical realm, it tasted real,. Something betwen dark chocolat and carmenere wine, a place were all his desires and sorrows met fulfilment. The skin of his lips was not peachy and tender like a girl flower blossom lips. They were warm, battered and, as his own, full of unspoken love words, shrouded in hardness but entirely given to him in this moment. It was not like he had imagened, and he liked it. Of the uncountable kisses he had given, this one felt so new and unique, and at the same time so familiar and lingering, like if that kiss was meant from the dawn of time, like if any other lips that touched his own didn’t belong to him as Castiel’s did, he was made for him.

Several weeks ago the rogue angel declared this to Dean. “I think that I was made for you”. The angel in his odd choice of words meant to say that his restoration in the phisycal realm was in order to support Dean in his battle. But at the moment that Castiel words grasped the air, they both felt the undertones, those undertones always hidden in furtive looks, casual touches and smiles that said more than words, feelings chained deep within, forbbiden to be. But now something was different, something vital, Jimmy no longer dwelt besides Castiel, although his new body looked exactly like Jimmy’s, it was not his. This new vessel, was just his. They were his hands and feet, his face and his heart, it was the first time he had a heart of his own. He felt that this new body belonged to him completly, but the question was why it looked like Jimmy. Maeby the answer was more simlpe than anything that he could tought of: Because it was in that form that Castiel met Dean, and in that form that he started to love him.

When Castiel returned, the emotions that filled Dean were uncountable, nor did him wanted to count them. Seeing him, with those same sad blue eyes, the perpetueal revolted dark short hair, and the gravel voice that made his bones tremble, It was Cas, that was the Castiel he knew. Yet at the same time, he couldn’t see anything of Jimmy in there. Only Cas. As well as the angel, Dean knew that that body, altough identical to that of the Novak man, had nothing to do with him. The wall he had created to hide his feelings, imprinted with huge red letters that read “That body belongs to Jimmy Novak” , crumbled on the own weight of its revealed falshood. As Castiel and Dean’s barriers collapsed, there was just a matter of time.

Dean’s hand, almost made for the kill, this time was in another battle, not for his life, but for his sanity. If he did not reached every part of the angel’s body, something would break inside him, he was sure of that. Repressing his eagerness he wanted to be slow, to memorize every inch of skin. When his right hand caressed Castiel’s face, the hard texture of stubble pierced though his fingertips. No, it didn’t felt as soft or smooth as the skin of a luscios twenty something woman, it felt like an invitation. An invitation to not be too delicate, not to be too soft with his grip. Castiel was there to free him, for his hands not to be too big and his rythimn not to be too fast, to be real for the first time, to be everything he ever wanted to be. To be real for and because of Cas.

And Castiel was more than willing to be there for the real Dean, as Dean’s hands touched his body, making him feel something forbiden for his kind. Every touch, every contact of warm skin traveled through his nerves, giving pourprose to that body, honoring it in a way that only was permited to humans and now to him. Virgin moans left his mouth, timid and blissful moans, and the angel thanked to god for this gift, to be able to merge with another soul in a way only meant for humans, to be able to see another side of heaven.

As the clothes and fabrics abandoned their bodies, skin only meeting with more skin everywhere, Castiel and Dean’s eyes stared at each other lonlgly, there was no rush, for strange that this might seem. Both of their bodies only covered by moonlight, firmly fused toghether, Dean took the time to admire the angel on top of him: heavy and short breaths escaped from his barely open mouth, his eyes, watered, almost glowing, his chicks blushed and heated and the weight of his body, pressing hard on top of Dean’s. Dean pressed his hand firmly on Castiel chest, to feel his heart beating, knowing that that heart beated just for him. Castiel stared at him longly, piercing through his green eyes, placing his hand on Dean’s chest, to feel the heart that he had recreated, beating as strong as his. Their mouths met again, more vigorously and frenzied, devouring each other completly, trying to fulfill desires traped for so long, trying to satiate a hunger for the other that had become as vital as oxigen. They were burning inside out, and their bodys weren’t able to express the entire vastity of their feelings. There were not enough hands to touch the other’s skin, and not enough lips to kiss and consume the other.

And they will never have enough time to do so.