It’s weeks, months before they see each other again, and there’s every reason why they shouldn’t rush to each other like they each have to touch the other just to make sure they’re there, and they’re alive. Especially since Naomi’s body is not even cold on the cement and Sam and Dean are standing there, Dean ready to shove a borrowed angel blade through Crowley’s skull.
But Castiel just looks up to meet Crowley’s gaze as the demon King wrenches his own angel blade from the cunt’s neck, letting her body crumple to the floor, and the relief is too much.
Crowley shakily makes his way over to Castiel, remarking how Dean tenses from the corner of his eye, but he just calmly begins untying Castiel’s blue tie, turning up the angel’s collar so that he could turn the simple piece of fabric the right way and tie it properly, then smoothing down the angel’s collar once again.
“I love you.”
It breaks out of him before he realizes he’s said it out loud, and all the relief on Castiel’s face cascades into joy and the next second, he has an armful of angel, arms tight around his shoulder, and Crowley closes his eyes in relief, pressing his face to his angel’s neck, drawing in the sharp scent of blood and sweat, of fire and ice and things which had no name but all came together to mean that his angel was alive and well and his.
He almost didn’t hear Castiel’s reply, whispered against the shell of his ear, only for him.
Castiel felt something akin to panic rise up in his throat as he lay bare on the floor. What was he doing? What would the other angels say if they knew? He would be ruining any chance to be forgiven, surely. And what about Dean and Sam?
At best, he would refuse to ever see him again, at worst…at worst he would see him as something evil, something that didn’t deserve to live.
A nagging voice at the back of Castiel’s mind started whispering awful, awful things. Why he shouldn’t be made to feel good too? Why couldn’t he have the things he wanted too? Surely, he didn’t owe Dean to wait and remain chaste, after he picked a stranger over Castiel.
He shook his head slightly, trying to dispell such thoughts. He was happy for Dean. He was safe and at peace and perhaps even happy. That’s all Castiel ever wanted.
In that moment, the King of Hell finished unbuttoning the dark silk shirt he’d been wearing and slid it off his shoulders in a graceful movement, revealing pale skin, lightly dusted with hair on his chest and forearms, and strong, broad shoulders, decorated with old, intricate symbols.
He was beautiful. Peharps not in the expected way of the modern days, but in the way of the human men were back in Castiel’s youth, when he’d looked down at earth, and found his eyes drawn to the sons of men longer than it should.
Castiel felt heat spread all the way down to his thighs and his breath became labored as Crowley leaned over him, his arms bracing on each side of Castiel’s head. He held back the whimper that wanted to escape his lips, eyes fluttering as Crowley placed the gentlest of kisses to his lips.
Dean’s happiness was all he wanted. Honest.
But when Crowley touched him like he was something precious, Castiel was lost.
Pairing: Crowstiel, slight Destiel, possible Wincest?
Word Count: ~2900
Notes: This one got away from me a bit, and possibly not as explicit as it could be due to being told entirely from Dean’s POV. I do hope my Nonnie likes it.
Warnings: Voyeurism, Sex Magic
Title: ”It’s in the water baby, it’s between you and me”
Summary: Another snapshot of the year between season 5 and season 6 when Cas and Crowley worked together. Their relationship continues to evolve.