[ There's no separation between dream and reality when Cas is with Dean, and really, he's alright with that. It's a better ending that he ever would've planned for himself, the ultimate escape into Dean's arms, and Cas embraces it (and Dean) willingly. He links their fingers as Dean's hand covers his, holds Dean's cheeks in both hands as he's kissed back deeply, so, so shiveringly warmly, and he climbs like mercury into Dean's laps as soon as that arm around his waist is tugging him. This is Heaven. Fuck the real place. And if it's Hell fucking with him, they've really upped their game since the last time Cas visited, six years ago, and held Dean's soul in his hands for the first and crushingly last time.
He breathes in his kisses, hums reassuringly against Dean's mouth, and considering Cas can barely keep himself still like this, knees in the dirt, rocking into Dean's lap and sucking on his tongue, it's probably better that they stop and, for Dean's sake, at least, find privacy somewhere. If only Cas wanted to stop. ]
How about—
[ He tries to say, to pull away from Dean when all he does instead is slide his hands down to Dean's neck and pull him in closer, slowing down kisses that remain soul-searchingly, heatedly deep between the words he mumbles against Dean's mouth. ]
Why don't you go... bang on your car... while I finish up in the garden, here... and then come out to help?
[ Cas inhales Dean's kisses, and it's a crazy, mind-melting high he really, doesn't want to think through. It's a struggle. He keeps kissing Dean and pressing against him despite the words, in every rush to escalate the heat and the grind rather than the whole, separate and walk away idea. ]
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He breathes in his kisses, hums reassuringly against Dean's mouth, and considering Cas can barely keep himself still like this, knees in the dirt, rocking into Dean's lap and sucking on his tongue, it's probably better that they stop and, for Dean's sake, at least, find privacy somewhere. If only Cas wanted to stop. ]
How about—
[ He tries to say, to pull away from Dean when all he does instead is slide his hands down to Dean's neck and pull him in closer, slowing down kisses that remain soul-searchingly, heatedly deep between the words he mumbles against Dean's mouth. ]
Why don't you go... bang on your car... while I finish up in the garden, here... and then come out to help?
[ Cas inhales Dean's kisses, and it's a crazy, mind-melting high he really, doesn't want to think through. It's a struggle. He keeps kissing Dean and pressing against him despite the words, in every rush to escalate the heat and the grind rather than the whole, separate and walk away idea. ]