After that, the thought of Dean's brutally scarred body left his mind. The next moments were filled with bliss and oh, tons of sex.
At the end, Castiel lay on Dean'a chest. They had moved to his bed a while ago, since the two realized the couch wasn't the best place to be at that moment.
He softly trailed another swirl he found in Dean's chest, reminding him of before. Cas then felt Dean breath in deeply from under his finger tip.
Dean then turned to one side and faced him, his hand reached over to play with Castiel's hair.
"My brother's name was... Sam."
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Soul |•| Destiel
Fanfiction[completed] "What will you like?" "Coffee. Black. Like my soul." •barista!cas• •firefighter!dean•
