[ The end of the world came and went. Cas was expecting emptiness to come next, maybe Hell. This is different from that. It's another ending, and who's to say there won't be another one after this?
But for Castiel, it doesn't matter. He doesn't have a little brother to protect or vengeance to seek. He welcomes the end. There's only one thing tethering him to reality in the face of oblivion, and that one thing is leaning on closer to him, beautifully vulnerable, and asking "how" as if the answer isn't obvious and understood, that anyone who doesn't want Dean Winchester, incredible, radiant thing that he is, in every way possible, humanly or otherwise, is a fool. And also, coincidentally, so is the man who does.
As Cas brings a hand to Dean's cheek with the confidence that it won't be brushed away, and he leans in, eyes on Dean's lips, something in him is screaming say it, and everything else in him is screaming, don't fuck up. He's not going to be the one who had a connection with Dean, only to watch him sleep around the next day. He's not as strong as Risa. He would rot straight into the ground, add to the compost for Dean's garden. ]
Like... a fool in the rain.
[ Cas leans in and kisses Dean's mouth gently, inhaling the smell of green things and wet earth. His eyes fall closed, and his heart still pounds away in his ears double time, like rain falling. Like Zeppelin. "And the warmth of your smile starts a burning, and the thrill of your touch give me fright, and I'm shaking so much, really yearning. Why don't you show up and make it alright?" ]
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But for Castiel, it doesn't matter. He doesn't have a little brother to protect or vengeance to seek. He welcomes the end. There's only one thing tethering him to reality in the face of oblivion, and that one thing is leaning on closer to him, beautifully vulnerable, and asking "how" as if the answer isn't obvious and understood, that anyone who doesn't want Dean Winchester, incredible, radiant thing that he is, in every way possible, humanly or otherwise, is a fool. And also, coincidentally, so is the man who does.
As Cas brings a hand to Dean's cheek with the confidence that it won't be brushed away, and he leans in, eyes on Dean's lips, something in him is screaming say it, and everything else in him is screaming, don't fuck up. He's not going to be the one who had a connection with Dean, only to watch him sleep around the next day. He's not as strong as Risa. He would rot straight into the ground, add to the compost for Dean's garden. ]
Like... a fool in the rain.
[ Cas leans in and kisses Dean's mouth gently, inhaling the smell of green things and wet earth. His eyes fall closed, and his heart still pounds away in his ears double time, like rain falling. Like Zeppelin. "And the warmth of your smile starts a burning, and the thrill of your touch give me fright, and I'm shaking so much, really yearning. Why don't you show up and make it alright?" ]