Title: Without knowing how, or when, or from where (i love you)
Summary: PWP. Just shameless porn, really, set after Dean and Cas (hopefully) meet again in 7X17.
Author's Note: This is a sequel of sorts to my other fic: In this form in which I am not (nor are you). You'd be better off reading it to really get the context, but if you enjoy Dean going down on Cas with no real plot you can also read this as a stand alone :)
Many special thanks to janie_tangerine who helped, advised and provided the soundtrack to which this work was finished (Gaslight Anthem - Film Noir FYI)
Thanks to my darkforetold , who's the best at spotting runaway commas and put them in line, as well as giving advice and being there for beta work with really short notice. And finally to kallista85 because she's my habibi.
Title is, once again, from Pablo Neruda's Sonnet XVII for the sake of symmetry (and also, I love it.)
( It is not familiar, the wet slide of Dean's tongue over his abdomen, up and down and taking its time to acquaint itself with the secrets of his flesh. )