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02 November 2010 @ 11:22 pm
SPNFanFic: you don't have to say you love me (Dean/Castiel)  

you don't have to say you love me;
R/18-Rated, 279words;
set during 5.04 "The End" verse.

You don't have to say you love me, just be close at hand
You don't have to stay forever, I will understand
Believe me, believe me
I can't help but love you 
But believe me, I'll never tie you down

The vinyl crackles with a static that seeps through Dusty Springfield's dulcet tones, ‘You Don't Have To Say You Love Me’ playing softly-loud within the confines of his cabin and he twitches a smile.


“Turn that off,” Dean snaps, seconds later. Only moments after entering his cabin. He shucks his shirt and pants without prelude to something more teasing.


“You know I hate that song.” He adds, as if Castiel doesn’t already know.


He twitches another smile. The irony isn't lost on either of them. Still, he reached out and turns off the vinyl as asked before dropping his own clothes to the floor without preamble.


There's lube and condoms set out beside his mattress and he kneels himself beside them. There is no kissing, no unnecessary touching, between them anymore. Where once it was about love and a need to be close, now it's only about a quick fuck; a release of energy the girls around this place can't (won’t) give him.


Castiel bites at the insides of his cheeks to keep quiet against the hiss of discomfort as Dean slides into him with the minimum preparation. It burns but he forces himself to relax against the feel of it. He should be used to it. His body trembles but he holds himself still against the thrusting Dean starts up. He's stopped enjoying the feel of Dean against him, inside him, his scent surrounding him, a long time ago.


Dean takes what he wants now and when he's done he's done. Condom in a nearby bin, clothes pulled swiftly on and the door a shuddering shut as he leaves without a word.


Before he collapses he presses the vinyl on again. He falls against his pillows and pretends the wetness against his cheeks is only sweat.



Written for Caspe-Wri-Mo 2010


mood: blahblah
__♥..Jemz-y Baby..♥__jemzamia on November 3rd, 2010 12:00 am (UTC)

Campaspe: Supernatural \\ Castiel; the endcs_whitewolf on November 6th, 2010 05:56 pm (UTC)

ebonyfeather: 1-kitten hugebonyfeather on November 5th, 2010 08:25 pm (UTC)
Awww, poor Cas!
Campaspe: Supernatural \\ Dean&Castiel; fuck youcs_whitewolf on November 6th, 2010 05:57 pm (UTC)
I'm so horrid to the poor guy. ::pets him::

Thanks for reading!
CS WhiteWolf
Hallie Jade: Let the world burn2angelshandprint on November 6th, 2010 12:30 am (UTC)
Campaspe: Supernatural \\ Dean&Castiel; painedcs_whitewolf on November 6th, 2010 05:58 pm (UTC)
Thank you for reading!

CS WhiteWolf
danielle3d needs a doctor: Sammy bitchy facerosa_like_janj on November 7th, 2010 05:24 pm (UTC)
Evil bitch... It hurts a lot and that feeling will last long... 'cause this is shockingly convincing.
Campaspe: Supernatural \\ Dean&Castiel; fuck youcs_whitewolf on November 14th, 2010 05:47 pm (UTC)
Thanks for reading! I cannot help but write angsty pieces as far as "The End" verse is concerned, it's just such a bleak existance.

CS WhiteWolf