ext_375543 ([identity profile] skinthief.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] comment_fic 2009-06-18 06:13 pm (UTC)

“Humans suffer from it,” Castiel murmured, his back to the other man.

Dean, standing back and breathing on his hands to keep warm, glanced up at the angel’s words. “Suffer from what? Shit, Cas, it’s freezing. Why the hell did you bring me here?”

The angel didn’t answer at first, and Dean cautiously moved forward. “Cas?” he said quietly, shoving his hands into his pockets. He glanced past the angel, and his face turned incredibly white – the sea crashed against the cliff they were standing on. “Shit!”

“Humans. You’re all just hedonistic animals. Beasts, trying to tempt us to fall.”

“That’s not true,” Dean snapped. “Alright, maybe it was true for me, once. But not now.”

“Things are too important for the pleasure of skin.”

“How would you know? Have you ever…”

Castiel turned at that, his gaze finding Dean’s eyes: there was none of the usual warmth there, just angry, inhuman ice. “I am not Anna,” he spat.

The hunter blinked at the vehemence of the angel’s words; and when his eyes opened again, he was alone. “Stranded again. Damn it.”


Arf, first Spn fic.

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