[ Reality is the space between them, the cool air saturated with the sharp smell of fog. The dream world is Dean's hands on Cas's skin, lighting up his senses, flaring up heat under the wake of Dean's fingertips on his sides, his back, and sand underneath skin sounds terrible, but if it's Dean, Cas would welcome the painful itch, wrap a protective shell around it, and squeeze, and lave, and love Dean's grit to smooth, righteous pearl.
Parting from Dean's touch is not sweet, all sorrow, and as soon as Cas is slid off the hood, he wraps his hands up in Dean's flannel and tugs him towards himself again, kissing Dean's mouth but only fleetingly, making him chase as he walks backwards around the side of the car, dragging Dean along with each step. ]
Right now is perfect. Show me.
[ Cas leans back against the door and pulls Dean against him, kissing him deeper, drinking from his mouth, and it's a little counter-intuitive to the whole get inside the vehicle idea, but kissing Dean and holding him like this is a dream, and if they're lucky, maybe dream logic will take over and they'll phase right through the steel, hit the leather, and never have to part to do it. ]
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Parting from Dean's touch is not sweet, all sorrow, and as soon as Cas is slid off the hood, he wraps his hands up in Dean's flannel and tugs him towards himself again, kissing Dean's mouth but only fleetingly, making him chase as he walks backwards around the side of the car, dragging Dean along with each step. ]
Right now is perfect. Show me.
[ Cas leans back against the door and pulls Dean against him, kissing him deeper, drinking from his mouth, and it's a little counter-intuitive to the whole get inside the vehicle idea, but kissing Dean and holding him like this is a dream, and if they're lucky, maybe dream logic will take over and they'll phase right through the steel, hit the leather, and never have to part to do it. ]