[ That's fair. The only person that can figure out who Cas truly is is the angel himself. Dean doesn't want to influence him one way or another, but he knows for damn sure he wants Cas to come home to him every night, and curl with him by the fire, and maybe have filthy sex on a persian rug in front of it.
Ideal, really.
Dean goes easily against him, drapes his arms around Cas' neck and tips his head back with a pleased little growl. How easily man is distracted by fornication and confessions of devotion. ]
You could tell me that on repeat and I'd never get tired of hearing it.
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[ That's fair. The only person that can figure out who Cas truly is is the angel himself. Dean doesn't want to influence him one way or another, but he knows for damn sure he wants Cas to come home to him every night, and curl with him by the fire, and maybe have filthy sex on a persian rug in front of it.
Ideal, really.
Dean goes easily against him, drapes his arms around Cas' neck and tips his head back with a pleased little growl. How easily man is distracted by fornication and confessions of devotion. ]
You could tell me that on repeat and I'd never get tired of hearing it.