Saturday, April 9, 2011

What Soldiers Do

Banner By: Eva
Title: What Soldiers Do
Rating: R
Author: Sxymami0909
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Castiel/Anna
Word Count: 980
Prompt: “You taste like heaven, but god knows you’re built for sin” Fandom_Fridays prompt

Living among humans was not easy. Eventually, if you spend long enough with them, you become more like them. Your actions conform, emotions spring forth, surprising you, and desires build without your permission.

The war was long from over, but Castiel found the more time he spent around the Winchesters, the more human he felt. His hand slid hesitantly up a silky leg and when they parted for him he swallowed hard. He knew it was wrong, a sin, but he didn’t care.

The white, creamy expanse of skin that lay bare before him made things stir inside himself that he’d never felt. Her body arched, arms pulling him closer to her as a groan rolled off her lips.

“Touch me Cas…”

He looked down at her, darkened eyes taking in her beauty. Fiery red hair flared across the pillow, face flushed as she looked at him with eyes full of trust. In that second, any residual resolve that Castiel had been holding onto dissolved.

His face dipped down catching her lips with his. He groaned as she massaged her tongue against his, the feeling making his body react as he let a hand fall lightly to her breast. She broke her lips away from his moaning, voice coming out breathless.

“Harder Cas…”

He swallowed hard as she rubbed her body against him, squirming in his arms. His hand closed over her breast, squeezing gently not wanting to be too rough with the exquisite creature beneath him. His lips closed over her pulse point earning another moan from the woman under him.

He felt her all around him. She smelled like air after the rain, fresh and musky all at once. It was as if a beacon of light surrounded them, filling Castiel with warmth. He felt safe, content as if nothing could ruin this moment. She reminded him of home.

His lips roamed her body, forgetting the quite hesitation from earlier as he took her in; basked in the scent that was uniquely hers. She tastes like heaven, reminds him of everything good in the world, but god knows she’s built for sin, lithe body, naked, wet and wanting.

He now understood the temptation, as his body sank into hers, heat surrounding him, Castiel’s eyes slid shut throwing away all he’d been taught to believe. He moved inside of her, Anna’s body meeting his in a rhythm that was older than time.

They had always been close, but he’d never been closer to her then in this moment, bodies entwined, sweat sliding across them as her moans filled the room. That’s when it hit him, love, so pure, so strong it almost made him falter as he plunged inside of her.

The emotions that flowed through him were powerful, overwhelming him as a single tear slipped down his cheek. This is what it meant to be human, why God chose them, why he created them. The ability to feel, it’s what Angels who were not like him or Anna lacked.

He’d always been taught true soldiers don’t feel, they follow orders and push everything else aside, but Castiel had seen the light. A lack of emotion did not make one a good warrior, the emotions that humans possessed; empathy, anger, love, hate, all of them played a part in making a great warrior.

If one does not feel, how is he able to distinguish between good and evil, right and wrong? Anna watched as a tear slid down Castiel’s face before reaching up and wiping it away. Their eyes met, his movements speeding up as she bit her lip, threw her head back, and called out his name.

Release flowed through him as his body tightened and let go. All inhibitions gone as he rode the wave of pleasure to its completion, breath coming in gasps as he struggled with the sudden ache in his chest. He glanced down.

A smile covered her face, small hand reached up caressing his face. He could feel a burning sensation fill his eyes and he knew what was coming. He swallowed hard, voice breaking.

“Tell me Anna…was it love?”

A soft look crossed her face, brows drawn, a mixture of pain and understanding in her eyes.

“It’s always been love Castiel.”

He closed his eyes as the tears came; hushed words flying from his mouth as she attempted to sooth him to no avail.


He heard his voice, but he didn’t want to let go, didn’t want to leave.

“No, I have not had enough time yet.”

“Cas…come on Cas.”

He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. Brown eyes met green ones as Dean stood there, body tense. Castiel sat up in his chair, running a hand over his face, feeling the wetness against it.

“Are you alright?”

“I am fine.”

“You were talking in your sleep.”

Castiel raised a curious eyebrow.

“What did I say?”

Dean hesitated before speaking softly.

“You just kept saying you were sorry.”

Castiel nodded and stood.

“Yes well, I suppose at one point or another we’re all sorry for something.”

Dean nodded.


They stood there awkwardly and before Dean could speak again Castiel frowned.

“It is late. Why aren’t you sleeping?”

Dean shrugged.

“Sleep’s over rated.”

Castiel nodded as Dean turned and went back to organizing his weapons. Being human could be a wonderful thing and other times it hurt like hell. It had taken loosing Anna for him to understand the way Dean’s been acting lately. The pain he felt in his chest, he wouldn’t wish upon anyone, especially someone who already had so much.

They’d both lost a love they hadn’t realized was there to begin with and now all that was left was the war they were fighting, because that what soldiers did, human or angel; they buried their feelings and fought, just like he’d been taught to do.

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