This can't even qualify as a drabble, but I hope it scratches some itch. ------------
Any of your winged bastards wanna come down here? Cas?
Dean is calling him.
I need your help. Goddamit, Cas!
Dean shouts himself hoarse. His need and belief, his desperation for Castiel coats his every syllable.
Fuck! I’m asking for your help here, Cas! Isn't that what you wanted?
He does not think himself cruel, but he cannot deny the small spark of satisfaction at Dean’s cries. Dean calls for him--asks and begs, chants his name like a prayer.
Cas! Cas! Where are you?
He tallies each time that Dean utters his name, holds the number close.
Please, Castiel.
The final count is a cherished secret he will never share.
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Date: 2009-05-26 09:06 am (UTC)------------
Any of your winged bastards wanna come down here? Cas?
Dean is calling him.
I need your help. Goddamit, Cas!
Dean shouts himself hoarse. His need and belief, his desperation for Castiel coats his every syllable.
Fuck! I’m asking for your help here, Cas! Isn't that what you wanted?
He does not think himself cruel, but he cannot deny the small spark of satisfaction at Dean’s cries. Dean calls for him--asks and begs, chants his name like a prayer.
Cas! Cas! Where are you?
He tallies each time that Dean utters his name, holds the number close.
Please, Castiel.
The final count is a cherished secret he will never share.