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Lust
by PEJA
Castiel convinced himself that the lapse in judgment that landed him in bed with Dean Winchester had been nothing more than pure and simple lust. At least that was what he told himself in his saner moments when a clearer head ruled his torrential emotions. Trouble was, those moments were becoming more and more rare as thoughts and whimsical scenarios featuring Dean riding his ass hard, but somehow gently as well, haunted him. It didn't help his confusion in the very least that every time he whispered Dean's name, and he whispered that name more times than humanly appropriate, a warm feeling centered somewhere in the region of his huge, remote angelic heart. Still, it was lust, pure and simple with no emotional intent....Just lust....at least that was the story he told himself and he was sticking to it.
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