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Dean had never needed anyone as much in that moment. Not even Sammy, not even when Sammy had been bleeding out in his arms. Not even then, the worst moment of Dean's life. But when Castiel walked, or rather appeared, in the doorway of the motel, Sam off doing god knows that with god knows who, Dean almost collapsed, and Castiel seemed to sense that, because in an instant his arms were around Dean lowering him to the floor as he clutched at Cas's shirt, hot angry tears rolling down his cheeks and Castiel's hands in his hair, his breath on his neck, voice in his ear.
“I've got you.”
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Dean was in his arms, Dean Winchester was in Castiel's arms and nothing had mattered more than this. When Dean's breathing beame less ragged he pushed away from Castiel, swiping angrily at the tears on his face. Castiel was caught between wanting to pull Dean back into the safe haven of his arms, and wanting Dean to be ok, to smirk, to laugh this off with a flippant remark.
He hadn't been expecting Dean to curl his fingers into his trench coat and cover Castiel's mouth with his, stealing his breath, sealing both their fates with that one simple action.
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No, cos remember how we all hate show!Sam right now but love your story!Sammy? (notice the difference between Sam and Sammy!)
So...use her still...use and abuse!
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