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I have no excuses for not updating for a month. My mojo was at an all-time low and my head was messed up but that's still no excuse. I'm sorry!

3. Contact

Castiel was on fire. He had to be. There was no other explanation for how he could feel this way!

"Dean," he panted. "Dean…"

"Having fun?" Dean grinned down at him. Castiel was about to make an acidic remark when Dean bent down and captured his lips in a surprisingly tender kiss. Castiel's body seemed to melt into the bed underneath him and he forced himself to raise his leaden arms so that he could cup the nape of Dean's neck and kiss him back as hard as he could. Dean chuckled into the kiss and then moved away from Castiel's mouth to trail kisses down his jaw and nibble on his throat. Each point of contact was a smouldering ember, only stoking the fire deep inside him and making him more frantic with desire as he shakily kissed the top of Dean's head over and over again.

With every kiss, every spark of fire in his very core, Castiel's very insides were being consumed by Dean and his raw love. How was he still alive? How could he keep living when Dean seemed to be so deep inside his grace, his very essence? And yet, despite his entire being burning to ashes and smoke, Castiel knew that he would keep on living and existing. He had to. Because this would just happen again and once again, he would burn up inside as Dean sparked an inferno in him. This was why he loved Dean so much; no other living being had ever made him feel so hot, so wild, so alive, even as he lost control over his body to this wildfire and the flames seemed to steal his every breath as fuel for their destructive existence. It was the most addictive, intoxicating sensation that he had ever felt!

"You okay, Cas?" Dean asked. Unable to speak, Castiel simply nodded, digging his fingernails into Dean's back in order to try and even cope with his burning insides. He didn't know exactly when it happened but suddenly, his vision exploded and red hot flames danced behind his eyes, melting every cell in his body, and he was falling deep into the heart of the very sun, hot fire coursing through his veins. It was the most beautiful feeling in the world and yet he couldn't take it, couldn't stand just how overwhelming it all was.

And then it was over and the raging wildfire was beginning to die down into cooling embers. Castiel sank into the sheets, unable to even move his limbs as Dean continued to plant small kisses on and around his mouth and smooth back his damp hair from his forehead.

"I love you, Dean," Castiel rasped, his heavy eyelids sliding shut. Dean fell onto the bed next to him, gathered him in his arms and kissed him slowly and sweetly until he had to break the kiss for air.

"Love ya too, Cas."

Dean said something else but Castiel didn't hear it as he sank into the welcoming darkness that took him, soothing and cooling his body from the scorching yet beautiful fire that had burned him to ashes. And yet, despite how overwhelming it had all been, he yearned for more and couldn't wait until Dean once again set him on fire.