Fics like staring at ceiling in the dark, same empty feeling in your heart (love comes slow and it goes so fast)

They're not supposed to talk about what happened, not supposed to be thinking about it, not supposed to acknowledge it. They're supposed to act like it never happened. That's proving to be very difficult for Dean. There are wants scratching against his skin, begging to be let out. Releasing them once wasn't his fault, but it's a bitch of a problem to handle. How's he supposed to forget the feeling of Cas writhing in his arms, panting in his ear, staring at him with such reverence and need? Dean can't; it's like the memories lay in the center of his brain, latched onto every other part, pushing its into every fucking thought he has. It's just…there.

Fics like staring at ceiling in the dark, same empty feeling in your heart (love comes slow and it goes so fast)

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