[ Dean tips his head and watches Cas, his wrist cool from where the paleblood bracelet rests. The bed is made only by virtue of Dean changing the sheets earlier that day, and he shifts where he's seated on the comforter, the metal of the ring warm against his finger, hand lifting to cover the one on his cheek.
Their lives have been wrought with trauma, with hardship and tears, heartbreak and loss. Dean can't remember a time from back home when he'd been truly happy, when worry hadn't creased his forehead and wore on his soul. The story was never ending, exhaustive and sad.
He wouldn't say Trench is 'happy'...not with the things they've been through, the pain of being yanked suddenly back into the 'right' timeline, of losing Sam to the waters, of the oen roaring in the basement. Deerington, strangely, for all of its faults had provided Dean with some of the happiest moments of his life.
Dean had wondered if that can happen here, if he would ever be afforded any kind of happiness. The answer, as of yet, seems to be no - but in this locked space with Castiel, with the door shut and the outside world left at bay if only for a moment, he thinks maybe...
Maybe.
Lips part under Cas' thumb and his eyes fix on stormy blue, his hand falling to rest against Cas' chest, a gentle press. ]
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Their lives have been wrought with trauma, with hardship and tears, heartbreak and loss. Dean can't remember a time from back home when he'd been truly happy, when worry hadn't creased his forehead and wore on his soul. The story was never ending, exhaustive and sad.
He wouldn't say Trench is 'happy'...not with the things they've been through, the pain of being yanked suddenly back into the 'right' timeline, of losing Sam to the waters, of the oen roaring in the basement. Deerington, strangely, for all of its faults had provided Dean with some of the happiest moments of his life.
Dean had wondered if that can happen here, if he would ever be afforded any kind of happiness. The answer, as of yet, seems to be no - but in this locked space with Castiel, with the door shut and the outside world left at bay if only for a moment, he thinks maybe...
Maybe.
Lips part under Cas' thumb and his eyes fix on stormy blue, his hand falling to rest against Cas' chest, a gentle press. ]
For as long as I'm alive, Cas, I'm yours.