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huggybearsunshine · 2 years ago

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Always Yours

[Saw a tweet prompt but didn’t save it 😭- might’ve been a Bob Wess- but it led to this short, little thing here.]

Cas just stood there, waiting for Dean to exhale before he dared make a move, but once he heard the shaky breath leave his lungs, the words that followed seemed to still him even more firmly in place.

“So,” Dean looked him up and down with a firm eye, “We doing this or not?”

“What?” Cas didn’t consciously choose the word but it fell free regardless.

“You and me,” Dean pinned the Angel with a heavy gaze, stepping forward just a bit more as if scared of going further, “We doing this or not?”

“Did I miss something?” Sam asked, closer to the door of the dungeon than the other two.

“A lot,” Dean threw over his shoulder, “Shut up.”

“You can’t be saying what I think you’re saying,” Cas tilted his head in disbelief.

“Why not?” Dean grunted back as his brows furrowed together.

“You don’t… feel that way” his eyes cut toward Sam before returning again.

“Wait…” Sam looked as though a puzzle piece had just fallen into place in his mind, eyes darting back and forth between the back of Dean’s head and the unmoving Angel ahead of him.

“Sammy, I swear to god,” Dean’s jaw pinched.

“Dean, you don’t… right?” Cas’ eyes practically begged for his returned attention.

He was met with a steadying breath before his wish was fulfilled and green eyes fell upon him again.

“Of course I do,” Dean looked almost impatient as he pushed forward and gripped harshly to the back of Cas’ neck, “You’re so stupid.”

He tugged him into an embrace and his hands shook on the Angel’s shoulder blades as they clung.

Cas’ eyes practically melted closed, while his hands slowly crawled up to hug him back, Sam just staring slack-jawed and speechless from the short distance away.

“Sammy,” Dean backed up again after a brief indulgence.

“Uh, y-yeah,” he answered awkwardly.

“Get lost for a bit,” he never even looked over his shoulder as his brother nodded and gratefully took his leave.

“I don’t understand,” Cas’ chin shivered minutely, “Did you just call me stupid?”

“Yeah,” Dean laughed under his breath, “Yeah, I did.”

“And you love me?” the other half of Cas’ revelation caused a rasp to overtake his voice.

“Yeah,” Dean’s hand shook at his side, “That okay?”

“Dean,” the word had a soft reverence, and once again, he was reaching for him again as if his limbs didn’t know how to stop.

Warm and calloused hands gripped Cas’ face on either side and a sob worked its way up from deep within the Angel’s chest as their lips met.

It felt like coming home more than coming home had, and Cas never wanted to feel anything else.

He didn’t even notice the tears running down his cheeks, too overwhelmed by every other sensation around him, but when Dean’s lips parted from his and their foreheads met, he noticed Dean’s.

He reached up and swiped a thumb across the hunter’s cheek, resting the hand atop his wrist after, and was met with a wet chuckle from the man holding him.

“Please stop trying to leave me,” Dean’s grip tightened, “Haven’t you realized by now that I’m not going to let you.”

“I won’t,” Cas found himself whispering as his free hand ran through the taller man’s hair, “I won’t, I promise. Never again.”

“Seriously, man,” Dean furthered, “I can’t do it again.”

“I know, I’m sorry…” he continued his whispered assurances, “I’m so sorry, Dean.”

“I can’t believe you’re here,” Dean couldn’t seem to get close enough, wrapping his arms firmly around Cas and pulling him flush against him.

His lips found his hair line and pressed there as the tears continued seemingly unnoticed.

“You’re here,” he buried his face further, “You’re here.”

“Yes, Dean,” Cas’ own arms clung back.

“You‘re mine,” Dean’s fingers shook against his shoulders again, if they ever stopped, “You’re mine.”

“Yes, Dean,” Cas nodded against him, “Always yours.”

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huggybearsunshine · 2 years ago

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Fewer Things 7

[Part 7] Dean and Cas finish the movie and Dean realizes that Cas has nowhere to sleep.

“Westley reminds me of you,” Cas offered as he reached for more popcorn.

“Really?” Dean laughed, leaning forward to grab another beer for them both, “How?”

“You share a lot in common. He’s handsome and kind, cares about those who are important to him… he’s charming and skilled in combat…” Cas trailed on but Dean couldn’t get passed the first part.

“You think I’m handsome?” he swirled his beer in his hand, eyes cast downward into the bottle as if it held the answer to his question.

“Everyone thinks you’re handsome,” Cas’ brow quirked a bit.

“I guess… just never knew that you did…” he quieted and Cas’ face softened.

“Handsome doesn’t quite…” he looked down shyly, unable to finish the thought, and Dean’s heart panged painfully in his chest.

Dean found his face inexplicably burning and had to force his eyes back to the screen.

“Thank you,” he replied under his breath.

“You’re welcome, Dean,” Cas’ lips curled upward as he, too, shifted his gaze back toward the movie.

The rest passed with little ordeal, but as it neared its end, Dean noticed Cas’ eyes fighting to stay open.

“Almost there, buddy,” he grinned, “But it’s cool if you need to tap out.”

“No, I’m fine,” Cas shook his head as if it would rid him of the exhaustion overtaking his body, “Just not used to…”

“Being tired?” Dean tried.

“Being human again,” Cas looked over, unaware of how close they had grown.

Dean’s breath hitched and he looked away toward the safety of the screen.

“We’ve only got a few more minutes,” the hunter distracted himself as best he could with the task at hand, but after a few more minutes a pressure on his shoulder let him know that Cas didn’t make it through the end.

He let him remain there through the credits, enjoying the smell and feel of the man against him, and his hand itched to reach into his hair.

An instinct he fought with every fiber of his being, making the excuse that it just looked so soft.

Which, even to himself, felt flimsy.

“Hey,” he whispered instead, pressing his cheek against the top of his head and speaking the words into the strands.

“Hm…” a small noise escaped the former Angel.

“Think it’s safe to say, it’s time for bed,” he grinned despite himself.

“Oh,” Cas lifted his head as hooded eyes found Dean’s own wide and waiting, “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” he assured him quietly before a realization hit him, “Oh, you’re, uh… gonna need a place to sleep.”

“What’s wrong with my old room?” Cas wiped his eyes, still half-asleep.

“I kinda… wrecked it… after-“ he waved his hand vaguely as he trailed off.

“Oh,” is all he got in response.

“Sorry,” Dean sought to fill the silence, guilt twisting in his gut, “You can sleep in my room.”

“Are you sure?” Cas suddenly looked very awake.

“Yeah, I’ll sleep on the floor or something…” he shrugged, unable to meet the other man’s eyes.

“That’s unnecessary,” Cas’ voice wavered just slightly, “There are plenty of rooms…”

“Dude, the bedding in those rooms hasn’t been changed in decades,” Dean shook his head, focus snapping back to him, “It’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” is all Cas could really say to that, head bobbing absentmindedly as they stood almost in sync with one another.

“Okay,” Dean breathed the word out as if it weighed heavy on his lip.

And after a mostly silent walk down the hallway, they found themselves standing just as awkwardly in his room as they had been in the cave.

“Sorry about your room,” Dean broke the tension, crossing to grab one of the pillows from his bed and holding it to his chest, “I’ll fix it tomorrow.”

The pillow dropped to the ground and he straightened it with his foot before stepping over it.

“Dean, I don’t think sleeping on the floor is necessary,” Cas pulled his attention back up just before the hunter went to sit down.

“Nah, I’ll be fine,” he smiled crookedly, waving a hand and following through with sinking down, “Just give me the blanket and you can use the sheet. I’ll be out in no time.”

Cas sighed but crossed to the opposite side of the bed.

Cas hesitated there for a moment before the quiet was filled with the unlatching of his belt buckle and the sound of his pants hitting the floor. Dean turned away as a blush reached his cheeks, brows stitching in an increasingly confused expression.

“It wasn’t like this before,” he thought to himself, “It wasn’t, right?”

Then the bed creaked and the blanket fell over him in a bunch.

His mind searched for anything normal to say, “Like a light.”

That wasn’t it.

The former Angel must’ve misheard him, though, as the lamp clicked off and they were submerged in darkness.

“Dean?” Cas’ disembodied voice spoke out.

“Yeah, Cas?”

“I think I understand your love of memory foam,” the comment caught Dean off guard and a laugh pushed forcefully out of his lungs.

“Yeah, okay, brag to the guy on the floor!” the hunter grinned, putting an arm behind his head as he stared up toward the ceiling.

“Right, of course,” Cas cleared his throat, “Apologies.”

Dean grinned softly, dimples indenting against the corners of his lips.

“Could get you one…” Dean shifted as a pain sharpened into his shoulder, “Now that you’re human… Y’know, if you’d like.”

“That would be nice,” he replied in soft reverence.

They fell again into comfortable silence until the hunter could hear the slowing of the other man’s breath.

“Hey Cas?” he tried a moment later.

Silence.

“You asleep?” he questioned, quieter.

Still nothing.

He smiled to himself, playing with the hem at the bottom of the sheet next to him, “G’night, Cas.”

But half an hour passed and he couldn’t get comfortable as Cas’ breaths deepened, the sound sending lightning down his spine and twisting his insides.

His eyes shut tightly as he ran his hands a little too roughly over his face.

Cas might have been right, and Dean wasn’t as young as he once was. His back ached and limbs were falling asleep, and he didn’t think he could find any comfort like this, even on his most exhausted of nights. Not without a hell of a lot more liquor in his system at least.

“Cas?” he asked softly and a hand dropped down, lightly grazing over his arm and leaving goosebumps in its wake.

He touched it cautiously, gripping the palm in a light squeeze.

“Cas.”

“Hmm?” a voice stirred from above.

“I’m coming up,” Dean’s voice shook against each word.

“Okay,” he heard back before the bed shifted under the former Angel’s weight.

A sign of him moving over to make space.

Dean let out a breath, then grabbed his pillow and slid in.

An even worse mistake, he decided another hour later as his skin crawled with every breath from Cas’ lungs, every sigh, and shift of his body.

It was like Dean was on fire, he felt so flushed.

Cas was too close, and Dean’s hands itched to reach out.

He allowed his eyes to wander instead, falling on the soft lines of the former Angel’s features and the messy hair that framed them. He was beautiful. Without the weight of the world baring down around them, Dean could see it.

“Shit,” he whispered under his breath and slipped from beneath the sheets, feet hitting the floor and grounding him.

He grabbed his robe as he left the room, carefully closing the door so as not to wake the object of his affection.

When had Cas become that? When did this happen? And more importantly, how had he not noticed?

“Shit…” he repeated, leaning his head against the door as it clicked shut with hands bracing either side, “What the fuck is going on?”

He pushed off and stalked down the hall, hand tangled into his hair, until he reached the safety of the distant kitchen.

Once he was there, he pulled out every breakfast food, pot, and pan they had. It was enough to feed an army, but Dean didn’t care. He needed a distraction, and cooking always seemed to provide that well.

Plus, whatever he used needed cleaning after and that also seemed like a good outlet for his anxiety.

He lost himself in the task, placing whatever he finished in the oven to keep it warm until he had nearly covered the counters to each side of him with empty cartons and wrappings.

He heard footsteps closing in on him and knew already his noise had attracted the attention of his early-rising little brother.

Sure enough, the other Winchester rounded the corner and his eyes grew large.

“Are we expecting company?” he asked in concern.

“No, I just… I over-did it, I know…” Dean wouldn’t look at him, leaning on his hands with his back to the doorway where Sam stood, “I don’t want to talk about it, okay?”

“Did you even sleep?“ Sam asked with a glance at the time on his phone, “It’s 5:00 in the morning…”

“No, couldn’t sleep…” Dean’s head turned so that Sam could see his profile.

The younger of the brothers looked down the hall, seemingly realizing something.

“Cas’ room…” he looked carefully back toward Dean, “Where is Cas?”

Dean’s hand shook beneath his weight so he turned and leaned his back against the counter.

“He’s asleep,” he still wouldn’t meet the eyes boring into him, “In my room.”

Sam’s eyebrows shot up on his forehead but he made no move to comment which was apparently comment enough to spook Dean.

“I slept on the floor,” he wiped his hands on a rag, “Tried to at least…”

“Why would you-“

“Sam, could we not?” his tone was biting, warning, and his eyes could’ve burnt a hole through the floor between them, “Please, just…”

“Okay,” Sam put his hands up, “Sorry…”

“What’s wrong?“ Cas’ eyes were huge when Sam took notice of him in the hallway, fear practically radiating from him.

But Dean was there before he could speak, pushing past Sam and steadying the former Angel’s wild gaze with his own.

“Hey, sorry, everything’s okay…” he attempted a casual smirk and almost managed to be convincing, “Just me being a hot head as always… Come on, I’ve got coffee and breakfast.”

Cas eased under the hunter’s care and followed him willingly back into the other room, leaving Sam to wonder what button he’d accidentally pushed to set him off this time.

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