Dean Winchester - 8.23 Sacrifice
Pair of Flintlock Pistols by Samuel Brunn, London c. 1800 (via The Metropolitan Museum of Art)
“Even you have to admit, I’m awesome.”
“They do not believe the same.” Almost imperceptibly, their bodies press closer. Sam’s senses wake to him and he almost feels too much all at once, a flood of something rich and powerful surging through his veins. “They call you the seducer, the destroyer. They think you will bring the end.”
“I won’t.” Sam promises and without thinking presses forward, laying claim to Castiel’s parted lips.
He’s spinning dizzy and breathless, air leaving his lungs in a hot rush, lost the moment their mouths touch. It’s an instantaneous surge like a shot of adrenaline straight to his heart and he’s sweating, pulse pounding in his ears. The world is ablaze and his soul is on fire and he holds onto Castiel’s body, his face, for everything that he’s worth. He can’t let go.