kore_logs | Tie your hair and gently fall from grace

Castiel wakes up and that's the first sign that something isn't right. The fact that he's waking up with his face pressed against the hard wood floor isn't helping matters. He pushes himself up and he's surprised to find that he feels sore. That's what he notices that something is very, very wrong. His grace is... gone.

He goes straight for Dean's room, throwing the door open quickly. "Dean, wake up." His voice is serious, even alarmed.

Edited 2013-04-06 03:16 (UTC)

All it takes is those three words spoken in that kind of tone for Dean to jerk awake and sit up, one hand sliding under his pillow for his demon knife and closing around the handle.

"Cas, what's wrong?" He only sounds worried like that when some serious shit is going down, and Dean rubs his hand over his eye to get the last of the sleep out of it. He needs to be alert.

Moving into the room, Castiel shuts the door behind him. "I seem to have... fallen asleep and now I can't feel my grace."

He moves further into the room and then he sits on the end of Dean's bed. He feels weak and it's not just the lack of grace that he's feeling. He's been without his power before and this isn't a lack of it. It's weakness. "I feel ill."

Okay, so not demon knife material, so he can let that go, but it's still only massively freaking worrying because what the fuck? Cas fell from grace... like, again? Isn't that a big fucking deal? Jesus, no wonder he feels ill, and Dean finishes rubbing his eyes as he scoots over to sit next to him on the bed.

"Ill how? Ill like oh I'm all humany and it's gross, or ill like... really ill?" He stops and eyes Cas. "You gonna puke? Don't puke on my bed."

"I'm not going to vomit, Dean." He turns his head to give Dean his best why would you say something that stupid look. "I feel weak... tired."

Hungry doesn't seem far off, either. He feels an emptiness that he needs to feel and it is akin to hunger. He licks his lips.

"I've never felt quite like this before."

How's he supposed to know? He shoots Cas a look back, but then Cas licks over his lips, and Dean follows the whole movement, eyes glued to his mouth. God, that was hot.

...Right. So, anyway, back in his upstairs brain. What even was that? Had he been having a sexy dream or something? Has his dry spell gone on that long?

"Have you tried eating? You're probably starving. And what the hell even happened to you to make you lose your grace?"

"I don't know." He shakes his head. This shouldn't be possible, but it's not just that he's cut off. It's missing. "I'm not hungry. I know hunger. I'm... empty."

He leans in a little, licking his lips again. He feels drawn to Dean like a moth to a flame.

His voice drops as he gets closer. "Dean, I don't know what to do."

Dean'd thought he recovered, but there Cas goes licking his lips again, and Dean's eyes are drawn back to his mouth. He notices Cas moving in closer, but it doesn't send up any red flags, doesn't trip any alarm bells. The closer Cas gets, the more he wants Cas to be there, and he doesn't really understand why, but it doesn't seem like a big deal. Not when he wants it.

"Guess we need to figure out how to fill you up," he says, also hushed.

The closer they get, the more Castiel can almost put a name on what this is--this hunger, this tension growing between them now. He feels almost dizzy with it and he's already started to breath quietly through his mouth.

"How else would you... fill me up?" There are only inches between them and Castiel's voice has dropped to a whisper.

What's even happening right now? There's a little voice in his head yelling abort mission, but wow, does that voice seem quiet and far away. He feels warm and comfortable, and the only thing he's sure that he wants is for Cas to finish closing the space between them and take whatever he wants. And if that's what Dean wants, then whatever. Why freak out about it? Sure, okay, it's Cas, but also... it's Cas.

He's breathing shallowly, his lips parting almost in anticipation, or invitation.

"I could think of a few things we could try," he says lowly, eyes still on Cas's mouth.

Without any more warning, Castiel leans forward and kisses Dean. It's hard and demanding, his hand coming up to Dean's cheek to hold him in place and--oh.

He can feel the energy flowing between them and that emptiness inside him starts to fill. This is what he'd been craving. There's a warmth pooling in his stomach that is just as much magical as sexual and he can recognize that, too. That appetite isn't just for energy, but also for sex, and this is fulfilling both needs.

He hums softly, pulling back just a fraction of an inch with his lips parted and he can feel the energy still flowing from Dean into himself.

Yes. He gives as good as he gets, even as he starts to feel dazed and maybe a little dizzy. So what? Kissing Cas is amazing; he can feel it all the way down to his bones -- actual ones, not his boner, though he can feel it there too -- and he doesn't want it to stop until both of them are satisfied, okay.

His eyes stay closed when Cas pulls away, and he gives a small noise of complaint; he'd try to follow Cas's mouth, start the kiss up again, but he dazedly recognizes that he's kind of stuck in place. Whatever; he still feels connected to Cas, still feels something pulsing between them, and he fumbles around until he can clutch the front of Cas's coat, gripping him tightly.

The longer he feeds, the stronger Castiel feels. That weakness is already ebbing away to be slowly replaced by a feeling of strength that he can at least tell is supernatural by nature.

Dean grabs his coat and Castiel realizes that he wants more. Why should he fight this hunger when he's finally found the cure?

He leans back in easily and he pushes himself up and over until he's straddling Dean's thighs, lips meeting Dean's again.

Oh, hello. Basically the only thing Dean can think about is how much he wants Cas, how good he feels, how good he smells, and he kisses back hungrily. He feels a little weak-kneed, but it's nothing troubling yet, and probably just a result of Cas being a closet sex machine.

He slides his other hand underneath the overcoat and over Cas's back, where he grabs onto the jacket there and tries to hold Cas in his lap. Maybe it's weird how hungry this is for the both of them because there's something waking up in Dean too, a kind of voracious appetite for the good things in life. He moans encouragingly, and just the tiniest bit pleadingly, as he tries to pull Cas closer to him.

As abruptly as it had started, he stops, pulling away and forcibly stopping that flow of energy. He can't just keep taking like that. He'll hurt Dean and he can't let that happen.

Once the connection is broken, he realizes what is actually happening here. He stares at Dean, wide-eyed, and then he pulls back, using his new-found strength to extricate himself and stand on shaky legs.

"Dean." His breaths are still coming in short pants. "I-I'm sorry. I--"

He turns and bolts from the room.

What -- ?

The crushing disappointment he feels when the connection breaks is distracting -- what is that about? what was that? -- but then Cas bolts, leaving Dean panting hard and also hard all alone in his bed. Are you freaking kidding?

It takes a minute for Dean's thoughts to start back up again properly, for him to be able to breathe without still smelling Cas. So his grace is gone and now he's, what, tongue kissing some soul strength out of Dean? It seems completely bizarre and out of character for him, but he can hear Cas and Meg talking down the hall. Maybe he'll let her handle this one.

Because Dean should probably take a few minutes to have a small crisis about how much he wanted Cas, but the only thing he's upset about is that Cas left.

Also, holy shit, but does he want a lollipop right now.

Tie your hair and gently fall from grace

[ Dean ]

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