A geometry for spirits (Castiel/Dean, Anna; PG13) ~1758
Inspired by some stuff in 4.16, indicated in notes which are at the end of the fic due to spoilers. A bit of language!kink too, because I seriously can't help myself. Possibly this is pre-Castiel/Dean, but I am going to slash it all the way.
( 'Angels have their own script,' he murmurs, close against Dean's mouth. Dean trembles against him, for the knowledge or Castiel being so close, Castiel can't say. )
Inspired by some stuff in 4.16, indicated in notes which are at the end of the fic due to spoilers. A bit of language!kink too, because I seriously can't help myself. Possibly this is pre-Castiel/Dean, but I am going to slash it all the way.
( 'Angels have their own script,' he murmurs, close against Dean's mouth. Dean trembles against him, for the knowledge or Castiel being so close, Castiel can't say. )
