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Humans are fragile, weak. In all his eons of existence, Castiel can be sure of this fact. This is also a fact– that if anyone could ever handle him, it would be Dean Winchester, hardened and irreverent, misguided and in desperate need of education. Castiel has never desired, never before now, the whispered accounts of humans and angels having no more meaning to him than myths. But here desire is, and he’s succumbed to it– Dean Winchester, the single point burning on a blacked out map of the universe.
Or, angels naturally cannot resist humans. Castiel is forced to come to terms with his obsession with Dean Winchester.
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When a simple hunt goes wrong, Dean is hit with a powerful witch’s curse—one that leaves him drowning in unbearable, all-consuming arousal. Desperate and out of options, Sam locks him in the bunker’s dungeon while Castiel keeps watch, waiting for Rowena to find a cure.
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"It’s simple, really," Rowena said casually, as if discussing the weather. "He needs to find release. All that built-up energy? It has to go somewhere."
Castiel’s brows furrowed slightly. "What do you mean?"
Rowena sighed, as if explaining something to a child. "Oh, for heaven’s sake, Castiel," she drawled. "The man needs to orgasm—otherwise, he’ll be stuck like this until his body gives out from exhaustion. And that would be worse in his case."
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Left alone with a wrecked, filthy-mouthed, desperate Dean, Castiel finally takes control, teasing him to the brink of insanity before making him completely fall apart. But when the tension settles, and Dean is left panting, spent, and satisfied—Castiel is the one left shaken. Because breaking Dean wasn’t just necessary. It was enjoyable. And that realization is far more dangerous than the spell itself.
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There’s an incubus on the prowl at a goddamn gay club in Wichita.
In which it’s November again and Chekhov’s gun still hasn’t been fired.
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Dean Winchester hadn’t planned on enjoying his high school reunion. He definitely hadn’t planned on running into Castiel Novak—the gorgeous Russian exchange student he’d been stupidly, hopelessly into at eighteen.
Ten years later, Castiel’s still got the accent, the stare, and now… a smile that makes Dean think about things they really didn’t teach in high school.
What should’ve been a quick “hi, how’ve you been” turns into hours of lingering touches, loaded glances, and Dean realizing that some crushes don’t fade—they just get hotter. By the end of the night, Dean knows two things for sure: he’s not letting Castiel disappear again, and this reunion’s going to be a lot more memorable than the yearbook committee ever planned.
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