Creative Writing: The Angel Of Revenge

“I need you, buddy,” Dean said as he stared into Cas’s gorgeous blue eyes. “For the sake of everything we’ve been through, please help me. You’re the only one I trust.”

Cas opened his mouth to speak and Dean couldn’t help but drag his gaze downwards. They were so close. He could easily lean in and press his lips against Cas’s rosy and chapped ones. Dean bet they were as soft as a cloud.

So lost in his thoughts, he almost missed what Cas was saying. “I’m sorry, Michael, but I could lose my job. You don’t even have any evidence for this!”

Dean blinked. And blinked again. Fuck— he had no idea how to respond.

“Cut!” Bobby’s voice pierced through the set. “Dean, can I have a moment, please?”

Great. It was only the first week and he’d already managed

Angel of Revenge was their first and only movie together and the reason they had met and became friends. But as much as Dean was infatuated with Cas now, back then he had thought Cas was a creepy weirdo. Only later when they were on a press tour together did he realize Cas had just been in character— a serial killer who thought he was an angel sent to Earth to kill scumbags. Dean’s character was one of the FBI agents trying to stop him, but ended up dead. The scene in which Cas killed him had been one of the most disturbing in his career and which plagued his nightmares for a weeks afterwards— a fact he hadn’t dare confess to Cas until five years into their

“You want it, you want me?”

“Of course I want you. For so long now,” Cas admitted.

“Me too,” Dean nodded. “God, me too.”

Closing his eyes, he sought Cas’s lips with his own. The first touch sent shivers through him and he was already addicted. His hands wound up buried in Cas’s hair while Cas’s long fingers traced patterns on his back, leaving a trail of electricity behind them.

He pulled away slightly. “I love you,” he breathed out. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Dean.” Cas cupped Dean’s cheeks. “More than anything.”

Grins on their faces made it harder to kiss, but that didn’t stop them from trying. And trying.

“Cas, let’s go to bed,” Dean begged eventually. He wanted to feel all of Cas.

His lips attached to Dean’s neck, Cas led them to the bed. The clothes peeled off, Cas laid Dean down and hovered over him as their hands roamed and explored every exposed inch of the other’s body.

“Cas,” Dean moaned, his voice hoarse. “Cas, I need- I need you.”

“You have me,” Cas murmured into his ear. “You have me.”

With gentle moves and sweet whispers, they showed their love to each other all night long. And for the rest of their