I NEED YOU WITH ME AS I ENTER THE SHADOWS -- private

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    "Demon." The male grunted rather suddenly. He swallowed hard and took a deep breath, "I'm.. I'm one of them." Only because the the Mark of Kane he was stuck with.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; text-transform:lowercase; font-size: 12px; color:#;]Cas' eyes widened, but he didn't act too surprised. Demons. The name rung a bell deep inside of him, and the male furrowed his non-existent eyebrows. "T-thank you... for protecting me. You could have just let me get killed by that thing, but you didn't." He mewed, dipping his head. "Apparently you're not just any normal demon." Definitely far from that. There was something exceedingly special about Dean, but Cas just couldn't put a paw on it.


    Something adventurous and special... there had to be another word for what he was feeling? Ah, but he wasn't good at naming emotions. "Dean... no one here would ever do that for me." That was a blunt thing to say, but it was true and Castiel was a blunt tom.

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    Dean merely shrugged as he tried his hardest to force down every emotion he possessed; he didn't want them. He didn't want to get closer to Castiel, he couldn't stop from blaming himself every time someone close to him got hurt; he hated it. "It followed me so I had no choice." The serval murmured.


    "I... I am just like that thing. I could kill you without even thinking." His tone sounded distressed and he shook his head defiantly.

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    "You're nothing like those... things. Those are an abomination, something without a soul and thrives on fear. You're real, something with feelings and emotions," Castiel breathed, clearly heated. "-something that can love." He finished, swiping his tail dismissively.


    Cas felt an urge to look into those green optics forever, to try and understand the depth and layers of them. and get lost in a sea of thoughts. Though he didn't quite understand what was drawing his so close to this mysterious cat he had only met, the young sargent felt an exceeding importance around meeting Dean.


    He shoulders sag and closed his eyes and all he could see was green. "You're different... Special, Dean. I can sense that about you. Don't compare yourself to those monsters, because you are nothing like them."


    // sappiness level 10000000% cx

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    / destiel sappiness is gr8 omg. cx


    Dean's voice caught in his throat as Castiel spoke to him, the closeness of the male threw him off and his green ocular raked over him. I'm nothing like them? How would you possibly know that?" The serval challenged as his single eye turned pitch black for a moment before blinking back to green, "I wake up everyday having to keep what I am locked away so I can keep people safe. I am an abomination." Dean had always been a defiant bastard, though stubborn sounded a little more suitable.


    He sighed heavily but was cut short as the pain in his side wasn't so numb anymore and the blood loss began to take its toll on him. His legs felt like noodles when they finally decided to give out and with a grunt he hit the ground.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; text-transform:lowercase; font-size: 12px; color:#;]"Dean!" Cas mewed, rushing to let the injured tom lean on him. Carefully setting him down on the grass, the white tom sighed.


    I guess this power will finally come in handy. He thought, opening his wings and covering Dean in a makeshift umbrella. In a blink of an eye, all of Dean's wounds had transferred onto Cas' body, all the pain that he had felt was now being held by the young white tom.


    Closing his eyes, the winged-feline crumpled to the ground, letting out a small grunt.