Fics like the distance

[UPDATED]: Castiel exhaled a sharp breath, shaking. “You bring the worst out of me, Dean. The parts of myself that I hate to look at every day. You are my hateful reminder, the little devil on my shoulder haunting my every move. You made me think having a crush on some guy made me an evil fucking bitch! That I put a target on our backs because I’m not fucking—“ Dean crossed the room in two large, gaping pounds. His large hands spun Castiel on his heel, and grasped either side of his face. Their lips collided, Cas’ hands frantically squirming while Dean deepened the kiss, pressing his girth between Cas’ legs. Electricity thundered down his spine, and he shoved Dean’s face away. “Wait! Dean what the FUCK?! Why are you—“ Dean gripped his face again, “Stop talking,” he rumbled, his bottom jaw quaking with need. His cheeks were flushed red, pupils blown wide. Swallowing the forest green irises Cas stared into intensely. When the second kiss came, Castiel gladly opened his mouth, allowing Dean’s tongue to glide inside. And let go. — A slow burn romance between a lovesick nerd and a cold track star with baggage. Enemies to lovers, the slowest of burns

Fics like the distance

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