Angelic Animosity
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Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,423
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters; this is simply fanfiction, therefore no profit is being made.
Angelic Animosity
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters; this is simply fanfiction, therefore no profit is being made.
Enjoy!
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Angelic Animosity
by Mein Teil
Flashback~
“You’re pathetic, Castiel – your feelings for the ‘chosen one’ has made you weak and unfit to carry out your mission! You should be ashamed … Castiel, you’re wasting your time. Choose. Him or your righteous cause?”
“…I feel that my mission is to protect. He is God’s weapo-“
“He is the object of your infatuation! How dare you bring our father into this … this … discussion.”
“I have made my choice.”
“…very well.”
~End Flashback
His sullen visage peered out upon the darkened city, his reflection shivering as thick streams of rain snaked their way down the chilled glass. The pain on his back had lessoned, though his memory of that particular event stained his thoughts with the agony he had endured. “So … What’s wrong?” a chipper voice called out from the dim corner. “Hmm?” came the reply, never once turning from the window. Dean, on the other hand, stood up from the rickety bed and approached with a player’s stride; “Well, you’re not exactly the religious smart ass that-“ “I get it.”
Dean Winchester blinked his dull, green eyes several times; “Right,” he murmured, giving the back of his head a nervous scratch. Castiel gave a barely audible sigh, briefly closing his eyes as he composed himself. “Forgive me, Dean,” he started; “…for everything.”
The hunter emitted a haughty snigger and shook his head, “Look, I dunno what’s got into you, but I’m startin’ to miss the old Cas.” Silence overcame the angel as he allowed the man’s words to sink in; “Please…” he begged, in an almost frustrated drawl. He finally turned to face Dean fully, absently reaching for the hem of his trench, pausing only to muse over the human’s shocked expression. This made the once emotionless angel chuckle softly, continuing to strip the clothing from his back.
“I … Whataredoing?”
The question flew past Dean’s lips in a blurr, his brow furrowing with confusion; “C-CasCaaaaaas … Easy there, buddeh – don’t want ya getting cold, heh heh!” All the while, said angel was folding each garment quietly and laying them upon the table. It was then, Dean noticed two bloody marks along his shoulder blades…
“What the hell happened there?” he asked, pointing to the wounds (he was still keeping his distance, mind you). The other man gave a short nod, as if approving of his folding technique; “I will not be able to help you win the oncoming battle…”
“W-What? Why the hell not? Don’t tell me you’re pulling out already, Cas … We’ve come too far for you to jump ship!”
The angel began to notice the hostile tone of voice and brought one of his arms over his naked chest, averting his gaze to the floor as Dean’s anger continued to escalate; “Well? Are you just gonna stand there and think of how me and Sam are gonna figure this mess out alone?! HUH?!”
“Forgive me…”
“Forgive you?”
Dean marched up to the other man, glaring daggers as he whispered, “Ya know, that sounds pretty pathetic coming from an angel.”
Pathetic…
Castiel lifted his gaze to meet the other’s, staring deeply into pools of evergreen; “Say what you will, Dean Winchester. You know what I am capable of.” Without warning, Dean had forced his lips upon the angel, releasing a feral growl as his partner responded with equal fervor.
And what a heavenly night it would be.
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Author’s Note: This is a gift fic for my sister (you’re welcome). Reviews are always nice, but go easy on me – this is my first fanfiction. o.-
Enjoy!
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Angelic Animosity
by Mein Teil
Flashback~
“You’re pathetic, Castiel – your feelings for the ‘chosen one’ has made you weak and unfit to carry out your mission! You should be ashamed … Castiel, you’re wasting your time. Choose. Him or your righteous cause?”
“…I feel that my mission is to protect. He is God’s weapo-“
“He is the object of your infatuation! How dare you bring our father into this … this … discussion.”
“I have made my choice.”
“…very well.”
~End Flashback
His sullen visage peered out upon the darkened city, his reflection shivering as thick streams of rain snaked their way down the chilled glass. The pain on his back had lessoned, though his memory of that particular event stained his thoughts with the agony he had endured. “So … What’s wrong?” a chipper voice called out from the dim corner. “Hmm?” came the reply, never once turning from the window. Dean, on the other hand, stood up from the rickety bed and approached with a player’s stride; “Well, you’re not exactly the religious smart ass that-“ “I get it.”
Dean Winchester blinked his dull, green eyes several times; “Right,” he murmured, giving the back of his head a nervous scratch. Castiel gave a barely audible sigh, briefly closing his eyes as he composed himself. “Forgive me, Dean,” he started; “…for everything.”
The hunter emitted a haughty snigger and shook his head, “Look, I dunno what’s got into you, but I’m startin’ to miss the old Cas.” Silence overcame the angel as he allowed the man’s words to sink in; “Please…” he begged, in an almost frustrated drawl. He finally turned to face Dean fully, absently reaching for the hem of his trench, pausing only to muse over the human’s shocked expression. This made the once emotionless angel chuckle softly, continuing to strip the clothing from his back.
“I … Whataredoing?”
The question flew past Dean’s lips in a blurr, his brow furrowing with confusion; “C-CasCaaaaaas … Easy there, buddeh – don’t want ya getting cold, heh heh!” All the while, said angel was folding each garment quietly and laying them upon the table. It was then, Dean noticed two bloody marks along his shoulder blades…
“What the hell happened there?” he asked, pointing to the wounds (he was still keeping his distance, mind you). The other man gave a short nod, as if approving of his folding technique; “I will not be able to help you win the oncoming battle…”
“W-What? Why the hell not? Don’t tell me you’re pulling out already, Cas … We’ve come too far for you to jump ship!”
The angel began to notice the hostile tone of voice and brought one of his arms over his naked chest, averting his gaze to the floor as Dean’s anger continued to escalate; “Well? Are you just gonna stand there and think of how me and Sam are gonna figure this mess out alone?! HUH?!”
“Forgive me…”
“Forgive you?”
Dean marched up to the other man, glaring daggers as he whispered, “Ya know, that sounds pretty pathetic coming from an angel.”
Pathetic…
Castiel lifted his gaze to meet the other’s, staring deeply into pools of evergreen; “Say what you will, Dean Winchester. You know what I am capable of.” Without warning, Dean had forced his lips upon the angel, releasing a feral growl as his partner responded with equal fervor.
And what a heavenly night it would be.
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Author’s Note: This is a gift fic for my sister (you’re welcome). Reviews are always nice, but go easy on me – this is my first fanfiction. o.-