#; maniacollision / dean / 029

[waywardfeathered]

he can’t help but grin a little at dean’s reaction. and he quirks an eyebrow at his human before planting a kiss on the corner of his eye.

“yes. it is.” cas sits up on top of dean, straddling him. “the question being ---- do you have the guts to go along with it?” oh, he has things planned. for a bit, at least. “i want you to be the one to place it on. i also want you to cuff yourself to the headboard.” he keeps a straight face (if not a little smug), as he stands up. fumbles through dean’s stuff for handcuffs. tosses a pair at the hunter’s bare chest. crosses his arms and waits.

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[waywardfeathered]

maniacollision‌ // dean

he’s not joking about taking a nap. or not mostly. it wouldn’t be the first time he’s fallen asleep handcuffed, which is not something he’d ever thought he’d need to think. he won’t fall asleep, but cas has got to know that dean is capable, even if it’s vastly uncomfortable.

which is why he’s mildly reassured when cas does talk again, and the words cause a grin. in response, dean shimmies as best he can in his position, gives cas something to gaze at. maybe dean’s the one handcuffed, but he can play too, can tease to try and get what he wants. even if, in the end, he knows most of it won’t work.

and his ears pick up the sound of cas’ fingers near him but not on him and if he could see, he’d roll his eyes. he’s feeling particularly impatient today since they were in the middle of things when cas decided to change it up. so he wriggles his wrist, trying to get the angel’s hand to slip. 

he’s too distracted by devouring the sight of dean to prevent his hand brushing the hunter’s as he moves. and he draws away at that, but only for a second, before landing his hand onto dean’s hair instead. this is endearing, really, dean -- like this, enough love between the two of them for him to just do this for cas. and just like that, his masterplans of teasing and going slow sort of melt away.

they’ll have time for that. they’ve had time for that. maybe this demands something more gentle.

so he tugs dean by his hair softly as he climbs on top of him, trails kisses onto the human’s nape.

[waywardfeathered]

maniacollision‌:

“yeah, yeah. shut up.” just because he’s doing as told didn’t mean he’s gonna act like he’s happy about it. of course, secretly, he’s thrilled. excited, wondering what cas’ play is, anticipating what the angel is gonna do to him.

and then nothing happens. no touches, no words, no nothing. and dean is sure that this is cas’ plan and it’s annoying. ears strain to pick up something, partially on their own free will. survivor’s instinct kicking in, and he sighs. “kay, when i said shut up i didn’t mean literally.” 

lets his head fall, resting it a bit against his arm, even though it makes his hand bite into the cuff a bit. doesn’t know what cas is up to, doesn’t know what he’s waiting for. if cas just left him like, dean would never let him hear the end of it. the darkness of the blindfold is comfortable, dean inhales softly. “maybe i’ll just take a nap then.”

cas just grins at dean’s first line, still keeping quiet. but maybe he is going too far with this -- and maybe it doesn’t actually count as proper teasing if he prolongs not doing anything at all for too long. finally, he chuckles at the nap.

“sorry. couldn’t help getting lost just gazing at you for a while,” he murmurs, still refusing to touch the human. “you’re just so beautiful, lying there, in anticipation, having no idea what i’m going to do.”

cas rests his fingertips onto the headboard, running them towards the chain connecting the cuffs, fingernails making a faint sound on the surface of the wood. but he doesn’t touch dean -- only the headboard, finally the cuff around dean’s wrist but not the human’s wrist itself.