Fic: Sweeter than Chocolate
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Title: Sweeter than Chocolate
Author:
sin_stained_ink
Rating: G
Genre and/or Pairing: Gabriel/Castiel.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 219.
Summary: This is so much sweeter than any chocolate.
Notes: A little fic for
comment_fic that I wrote ages ago and never posted here.
While Sam and Dean are occupied with trying to rid the Impala of the dozen or so birds that are singing 'It's Raining Men', Gabriel pins Castiel against the wall of the motel room and kisses him, fingers pressed into the small dips of his skull, tongue sliding past his slightly parted lips.
Castiel tastes like nothing on Earth. Despite the vessel, he doesn't taste human. There's no trace of beer or meat, not even toothpase. Heavenly would be a cliche, and the only time Gabriel ever uses those is when he's giving someone their come uppance, and even then, only if he's not putting in the effort. No, he tastes like comfort and warmth and safety that he hasn't felt since he left. And he isn't a figment of Gabriel's imagination, so he's perfectly content to let Castiel lick away every trace of chocolate from his mouth.
Castiel tastes like home, or something similar enough that Gabriel can't quite let him go. He tastes like home, and that's so much sweeter than any chocolate- and, yes, he's counting Swiss chocolate.
They only break apart when Dean yells, "Cas, will you give us a hand?" from the parking lot. Gabriel smirks at the wide-eyed shock on his brother's face before snapping his fingers and disappearing.
He leaves the birds.
Author:
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Rating: G
Genre and/or Pairing: Gabriel/Castiel.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 219.
Summary: This is so much sweeter than any chocolate.
Notes: A little fic for
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
While Sam and Dean are occupied with trying to rid the Impala of the dozen or so birds that are singing 'It's Raining Men', Gabriel pins Castiel against the wall of the motel room and kisses him, fingers pressed into the small dips of his skull, tongue sliding past his slightly parted lips.
Castiel tastes like nothing on Earth. Despite the vessel, he doesn't taste human. There's no trace of beer or meat, not even toothpase. Heavenly would be a cliche, and the only time Gabriel ever uses those is when he's giving someone their come uppance, and even then, only if he's not putting in the effort. No, he tastes like comfort and warmth and safety that he hasn't felt since he left. And he isn't a figment of Gabriel's imagination, so he's perfectly content to let Castiel lick away every trace of chocolate from his mouth.
Castiel tastes like home, or something similar enough that Gabriel can't quite let him go. He tastes like home, and that's so much sweeter than any chocolate- and, yes, he's counting Swiss chocolate.
They only break apart when Dean yells, "Cas, will you give us a hand?" from the parking lot. Gabriel smirks at the wide-eyed shock on his brother's face before snapping his fingers and disappearing.
He leaves the birds.
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