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Smooth As Tennessee Whiskey

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by NavajoLovesDestiel

Castiel walked down the street. He looked at all the neon signs and shook his head. Nashville was very garish. Times like these he missed his grace. He would have blown them all out if he still had his grace. He didn’t regret falling, but it was very inconvenient at times. He paused in front of yet another bar, listening. Someone was singing about a fallen angel.

Words: 1636, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Benny Lafitte

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Fallen Angel Castiel (Supernatural), Singer Dean Winchester, First Time, Condoms, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Happy Ending

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people with hozier, mitski, lorde, phoebe bridgers and taylor swift in their top artists:

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The defining traits of humanity are NOT sex, romance, and empathy.

The defining traits of humanity are our creativity, adaptability, and our boundless amounts of hubris.

As well as arson.

I didn't want my heart anyway... Now it's lying somewhere where I read this damn post. Yes please read it too.

written for suptober day 4: branded

i solemnly swear to stop writing sad shit at some point

Sam made him take the jacket off. It was the first time he’d come alive since it happened. He fought back, pushing him away and clutching it closely to his body. 

When Sam had finally pushed him into a chair and peeled it off him, his eyes had widened and Dean had cursed. 

He didn’t need Sam to see. He didn’t need Sam to know why he was spiraling, a million emotions clamoring for his attention. He didn’t need Sam to know that he was so numb to everything, so completely lost that he barely even cared that what Sam had taken away wasn’t even the whole mark. 

Sam looked between Dean’s eyes and the burn marks on his t-shirt, eyes questioning, and then he took the jacket to throw it in the wash. 

By the time he got back, Dean had pulled the sleeve of his shirt down. He was just staring. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, just stared. 

He could feel the burn searing into his skin. Could feel the jolt of Cas’ grace ripping frantically through him. Could see the terror in the angel’s eyes. Could see the cosmic entity in Billie’s guise smirking at them as she pulled Cas away. 

Sam cleared his throat and sat at the table across from him. Dean didn’t bother looking up from the mark. “That’s the same place you had it when he pulled you from-”

“Yeah,” Dean said quietly. 

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