[Castiel didn't know how or why this had happened. He was flesh and blood now. Human. He knew the hunger and thirst of mortals. Bathing ritually was a new thing, but he had pretty much gotten that under control. His days fell into a rhythm. Working at the gas station, doing his best to make the place as clean and customer friendly as possible, and then coming back to a shelter for the homeless for a shower and a warm meal. It wasn't so terrible.
Of course, the days when he saw Dean made it all worth it. Even when he tried to distance himself, when he went out of his way to avoid being sucked back into the void of humans, demons, angels, and everything in between.
He had miscalculated his vessel's need for one very important thing: intimacy. Human touch. Love. Lust. Sex. It was a drive that he wasn't at all used to. Sex with a female had seemed odd, perhaps even complicated. When his mouth crashed against Dean's and he felt battle-roughened hands sliding along the lean muscle of his own vessel; it all seemed as natural and instinctual as breathing. He fumbled, of course, hands moving to cup the hunter's face because the woman he had been with had seemed to enjoy that. Those long fingers and slender palms moved down to grip Dean's shoulders.
The angle was awkward, but he rectified that by unbuckling his safety belt, the rasp of his day old stubble no doubt leaving Dean's mouth feeling a bit raw]
gonna go with human cas if that's alright?
Of course, the days when he saw Dean made it all worth it. Even when he tried to distance himself, when he went out of his way to avoid being sucked back into the void of humans, demons, angels, and everything in between.
He had miscalculated his vessel's need for one very important thing: intimacy. Human touch. Love. Lust. Sex. It was a drive that he wasn't at all used to. Sex with a female had seemed odd, perhaps even complicated. When his mouth crashed against Dean's and he felt battle-roughened hands sliding along the lean muscle of his own vessel; it all seemed as natural and instinctual as breathing. He fumbled, of course, hands moving to cup the hunter's face because the woman he had been with had seemed to enjoy that. Those long fingers and slender palms moved down to grip Dean's shoulders.
The angle was awkward, but he rectified that by unbuckling his safety belt, the rasp of his day old stubble no doubt leaving Dean's mouth feeling a bit raw]
What about the witch?