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Can you belive it? It's a Friday again! To celebrate this awesomeness it is time for the weekly Free For All. You all know the drill, let your minds run free as long as you keep to the rules:

* Three Prompts per fandom at a time
*Max 5 prompts in a row
*If one of your prompts are filled you are free to prompt more
*Be careful not to spoil, especially in these finale-filled times. If you are wondering if your prompt is a spoiler it probably is so wait a week. If you put a spoiler in a fic warn clearly and with a good spoilerspace.

Examples:

Castle, Castle/Esposito, Seeking comfort
Leverage RPS, Timothy Hutton/Christian Kane, after-ski

Leverage/Justified, Eliot Spencer/Raylan Givens, Dust, sweat, sex and bourbon
Castle/Firefly, Castle/Simon, Not quite right (but good enough to soothe the pain)

Have fun, be nice and write, write, write!

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Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, Castiel's grace as been leeching into Dean, he reclaims by claiming/kissing Dean.

From:

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"You must have felt it, Dean. The power, the light, the connection to something larger than yourself?"

Castiel shifted forward and Dean could practically feel the breath spill from Castiel's lips onto his own, could see the varying shades of jewel-blue in Castiel's eyes. Being grilled by the little nerdy dude was always a bit unnerving. Always a little exciting too, if he was being honest with himself.

Wait, Castiel had been asking something.

Of course Dean felt it. Thought maybe it was what good health was like, that God was slipping holy Wheaties into his diet when he wasn't looking or some shit like that. It was simpler, easier to believe nonsense or ignore it rather than accept the subtle evidence every time he noticed himself getting stronger and Castiel getting weaker.

Easier than accepting that this was probably all his fault. Somehow. Damnit.

Hey, who couldn't use a little extra guilt, though? Yeah.

So he knows. Before Castiel said the words, he knew.

"My grace, it's been channeling itself into you. My expulsion from Heaven, my inability to 'recharge the batteries', as it were, puts too great a strain on my grace. Thankfully the connection forged while raising you from perdition is more powerful than I'd anticipated; you now serve as an emergency grace receptacle."

Awesome, angel mojo. Siphoned angel mojo. Swimming around in his body. Just perfect. At least it wasn't his fault. Score one for Dean.

"OK, Cas? Don't call me a receptacle. Makes me feel like a damn trash can." Dean scowls. "Though I guess that's what I am now. Look, uh, I don't like the idea of being a grace bucket, and you need this mojo back, so can't we..." He gesticulates uselessly. "Can't we just pour it back in or something?"

Maybe it's just that easy.

"It isn't that easy."

Shit.

"Well spit it out, Cas. What do we need to do?"

Castiel shifts again, tilts his head forward in some sort of aborted movement, pauses to ask "Dean, will you trust me to take it back? I won't harm you."

Dean rolls his eyes dramatically. "Cas, as long as you don't have to dig it out of my chest, just get on with whatever you -- "

Castiel pushes his lips against Dean's swiftly, gently, disregarding the shocked "Mmph!" as he slides his tongue between Dean's lips, seeking entrance.

Dean wasn't sure what the fuck was going on, but hell yes he was on board. A hot, curious, twisting tongue was opening his mouth, slipping inside, sliding and tangling with his, and Dean almost forgot there was a bigger issue at hand until a surge of heat, a rush of searing, flowing, liquid something, boiled up from his gut, his lungs, his throat and flooded into Castiel.

In a panic Dean scratched at Castiel's trench coat, clawing and pushing. Castiel dragged Dean flush against him, secured his hands on either side of Dean's face, and deepened the kiss as the flow of energy ebbed and slowed.

Dean relaxed considerably.

-- -- -- -- --

It could've been minutes or hours later, Dean wasn't sure. He felt a little too dizzy to make that kind of call. Panting into Castiel's mouth, sharing air as Castiel panted back, Dean pried his eyes open, chuckled and asked "Did it really need to take that long?"

Castiel grinned against Dean's lips.

"No."