Out of the Dark

The demon tilts his head, as though listening.

"Oh, he doesn't like having me in here," he says, voice low. "He doesn't like what I'm doing to you."

Dean only watches, as the demon smiles slyly, leaning in closer. Dean automatically flinches, which somehow feels paradoxical. He would probably never flinch like that from Cas, not in fear and such utter discomfort, but here he is, nonetheless, pulling back the tiny inch the demon's grip will allow. Because this is not Cas, and Dean doesn't want this thing anywhere near him.

The demon inhales deeply, his nose by Dean's jaw, as though he's smelling him, and Dean fidgets uncomfortably.

"He spends a lot of time thinking about you," the demon says, voice low and almost a whisper. "Most of it is innocent enough, but sometimes... Let's just say, you'd be blushing, if you knew."

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A demon possesses Castiel, and some uncomfortable truths come to light.