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A fallen Angel lies with his hunter, cool cotton clinging to their waists like fingertips on freckled flesh. They are but fire-forged relics of an endless, ancient war, edges dulled and softened by the passage of time.
Lips feather along a heartbeat. "I never asked -- the mixtape... why?"
A gentle smile rivals blushing golden rays spilling through an open window. Decades have passed. The memory remains unfaded.
The hunter burrows deeper among sleep-warmed sheets, inhales lightning and a blissful sigh. "Wanted to give you something that meant something. A piece of me to take with you when you left."
Teeth scrape the angle of a shadowed jaw. "You could have just asked me to stay."
A heart aches. "I didn"t know how."
Flesh gives beneath callused palms, flames dancing the curve of a bowed spine. "Stay with me, Dean. Promise?"
Sunlight catches on a scarred silver band hidden among dark locks. "My answer hasn"t changed."
A fallen Angel lies with his hunter, sweet violence whispered on humid breaths. Though he is fallen, Heaven surrounds him.