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by Terra (penguinfaery)
at March 1st, 2010 (10:54 pm)

Fandom| Supernatural
Characters| Femme!Dean/Castiel
Rating| R
Summary| Written from a prompt in a Supernatural Kink Meme that was like "girl!Dean/Castiel, she's in Charge."

He tasted sweet. She’d never meet anyone that really, truly tasted sweet before. But it was what pushed her over the edge.

She pushed him down to the bed, tugging at all the many layers of fabric between her body and his as they crashed down.

“Deanna, I’m not sure-“

“Shhhh….” She pushed a finger to his full lips, her own curling up. “Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”

Which was a pretty good sign Castiel should not, in fact, trust her at all. But her grin was wide, and her tank top was twisted up over the top of her head, and soon all that there was between them was bare skin and De’s heavy breathing. Even with her new body, she was starting to collect a fair amount of scars, starting with the vivid red hand print burned into her shoulder. He reached up, lining his hand up with that mark, as his eyes traveled over the marks criss-crossing the pale, freckled skin. She isn’t sure what to make of that face, how solemnly he regarded her, and filled her discomfort with words.

“You just going to look?”

His eyes darted up to hers, as if he’d forgotten she was in the room while staring at her tits. Which she might assume was true for just about anyone else in the world.

“You are…beautiful.” He said simply, and though she’d probably heard every pick up line and phony compliment in the world, she felt herself warm, felt something…surge up. Something she didn’t want to think about, or deal with right now.

So she shoved her lips against his, harsh and rough to taste a pang of copper as their teeth clicked, cutting off any words.

Words wouldn’t ever express anything she needed Cas to know.

Her hand found his length between them, and she pressed him inside her, filling her. He was…larger then she expected, or his vessel was, or whatever. She tried not to think about the fact that somewhere, there was a third person in there, watching them. Maybe it was someone’s kink, but right now it complicated things in ways she didn’t want.

This whole damn thing was complicated. But she needed this now, needed Castiel now. Needed this feeling of peace, and belonging, and the gapping emptiness in her to have some light shed in it.

Guiding light, or some cheesy shit like that. Yeah. Keeping her held down here, keeping her sane.

And right now she needed held down more then anything. Even if right now she was straddling him, he held her to him with a thousand strings, wrapped around her in ways she didn’t even know.

She rode him, in the dingy motel room, more suited for one night stands then first times with angelic beings. She held every gasp, and moan, and look of wonder that crossed his face close to her. And when it was over, he held her against him, like she was something to be revered.

And in the dark, he was her anchor.


Posted by: thug in a cocktail dress (mortar)
Posted at: October 7th, 2010 09:47 am (UTC)



this was really cute and tender and so... Winchester. I would love to see more of this kind of verse expanded outttttt because I'm a sucker for Righteous Woman and her awkward manAngel. And you totally know De would top Castiel for a least the first 10 times 8|

/vanishes again.

Posted by: Terra (penguinfaery)
Posted at: October 8th, 2010 07:29 am (UTC)

Gah your comment was an A+ way to start the day~!

Posted by: thug in a cocktail dress (mortar)
Posted at: October 8th, 2010 07:32 am (UTC)



Posted by: Terra (penguinfaery)
Posted at: October 8th, 2010 07:34 am (UTC)

...I feel I should add you on LJ.

Posted by: thug in a cocktail dress (mortar)
Posted at: October 8th, 2010 07:39 am (UTC)

if you really want to! I usually just use it to bitch and complain. it's kinda my whinefest, I use it to vent and not a lot else.


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