There was, of course, a temptation in sweetness. In the kindness that dripped out of Cas like sugar some days. His need to help, to do good, to serve humanity. It completed him. Dean understood that. He loved that about Cas.
But still… there was something that stuck with Dean a little more, a dark and heady need that clung to the back of his throat like thirst. Cas’ rage. He didn’t want it directed at himself, no. What he wanted was to see the look of terror on a monster’s face when they realized just how badly they fucked up. Every monster they came across knew the name Winchester, that was beyond expected at this point. But they also knew Cas, and that was just hot.
Cas rolled his eyes and shook his head, fondness and exasperation mixed in his smile. Dean got that from him a lot. As much as Cas would deny it, he did like that Dean got off on his power. The shattered lights in their bedroom said as much.
“they were VERY considerate !!” why on earth was bailey telling them the details of what she did last night? who knows. was she finding it amusing to tell- of course she was. “i mean it’s not every day someone OFFERS you pizza before AND after.” the words left her lips so happily she was grinning from ear to ear. “i mean would YOU offer me that if we ever slept together?” what was friendship without asking weird questions right?