[As Castiel wraps the bandages around Dean's chest and shoulder area, his fingers skim over the bare skin. He's done this before, but it's different now, isn't it? It shouldn't be, but it is, because now he has an idea of what Dean tastes like, whatever had been hidden under all that sulfur.
He should be focusing on the possible threat that Abaddon presents, but as Castiel works he studies Dean's mouth instead, considering the question now that it's been clarified.
Does he want to? It's something he hadn't thought too hard on until now, but in light of the idea being presented to him, he thinks...
It might be worth a try.
Dean's stomach still needs to be wrapped, but Castiel throws caution to the wind and ignores that for the moment, leaning forward and tilting Dean's chin up until their lips meet. This is a lot easier if he simply doesn't think too hard on it.]
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He should be focusing on the possible threat that Abaddon presents, but as Castiel works he studies Dean's mouth instead, considering the question now that it's been clarified.
Does he want to? It's something he hadn't thought too hard on until now, but in light of the idea being presented to him, he thinks...
It might be worth a try.
Dean's stomach still needs to be wrapped, but Castiel throws caution to the wind and ignores that for the moment, leaning forward and tilting Dean's chin up until their lips meet. This is a lot easier if he simply doesn't think too hard on it.]