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At the Knife's Edge

Castiel is... strange, thinks Dean. So stuffy and formal. So small.

You wouldn't think he was an angel. At all, really. Dean didn't, either, until Cas pushed him to his knees in a rainy, dirty, alley, knife to Dean's throat.

Not just any knife. Castiel's angel blade.

He wanted to laugh, to cry, but all he did was beg. And even if Dean's faced powerful creatures before, if you'd seen Castiel in that moment, you wouldn't have begged. You would've gone mad.

All six eyes on display, with white fangs and monstrous wings- and this is what Dean finds funny. All those cathedrals with fat white babies with the fluffy wings too small for their bodies. But Cas's wings? They're black , metallic and each feather is a long blade, glimmering in the streetlight. Deadly was an understatement. All his eyes stare at Dean, and strings of grace waft away from Castiel's body, wrapping Dean up, caressing.

Loving.

And then there's the knife to his throat.

His eyes return slowly to their blue, and the knife drops, and Cas heals him with the ridiculously gentle touch. How does he do it?

Dean notices, for the first time, that there seems to be a ring of light behind his head. The wings are still there, now feathery, and one brushes against his cheek, softer than silk sheets.

aphobes will be like "asexuals think they're better than everyone else because they don't experience sexual attraction!" can you please shut up. none of us said that. you interpreted that yourself, because you think not wanting sex= performative purity.

"asexuals act like they're cake-eating gods!!!" good lord. we simply replaced having sex with enjoying a certain food, which is something all asexuals can identify with.

and don't get me started with the 'asexuality is not a sexuality' each and every one of you who shares that thought process either assumes that all aces are straight, and that not wanting sex makes you devoid of any sexuality. go take a hike.

For all the nerds, geeks and book lovers and library-sitters who are always left out.

This is for you.

My grandparents bought this for my mother during the 90's- they're stored in excellent condition! Not a page torn or out of place. They smell ancient and I think I sniff at them more than I read them.

pinterest girlies watching us like orphans through a dirty window in a dickens story... would you perhaps like a pat on the head??

love thy neighbor. have ravenous gay sex with him. what was i saying

@lottieholland you inspired me with the androgynous fashion