[ There is nothing "easier" about being here in Trench. Different, certainly, but as far as pain goes, this world is frustratingly familiar, not to mention terrifyingly impermanent.
And then there's this: there's memories of Dean's embrace, or heartfelt promises, and misery in parting. Even more exceptionally, there's the glorious present, or Dean's hands warmly pressed under his, of Dean's flushed lips and clear eyes, and the honesty in his affirmation that Castiel can feel as if the words were woven into the fabric of his grace itself. Irrationally, his heart races under Dean's hand, and Cas leans forward, against Dean's hand, to close the last bit of space between him and kiss his mouth with naked adoration, gently, again and again between whispered words, meant only for them. ]
I love you. Dean... Let me be yours, too. Be with me, always. Marry me.
[ There's probably some ceremony he's missing. He should be down on one knee, probably, rather than kneeling forward on their bed. But for all Cas had imagined spending his life with Dean, even sharing his bed, he'd never let himself dream that he'd ever have a relationship with Dean that might culminate in this. It's equal parts deeply satisfying and terrifying, and he isn't entirely sure that he isn't dead himself and this is some pthumerian's version of heaven. Even as he kisses Dean's mouth, nuzzles his nose, and meets his eyes, he waits for the hammer to fall. ]
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And then there's this: there's memories of Dean's embrace, or heartfelt promises, and misery in parting. Even more exceptionally, there's the glorious present, or Dean's hands warmly pressed under his, of Dean's flushed lips and clear eyes, and the honesty in his affirmation that Castiel can feel as if the words were woven into the fabric of his grace itself. Irrationally, his heart races under Dean's hand, and Cas leans forward, against Dean's hand, to close the last bit of space between him and kiss his mouth with naked adoration, gently, again and again between whispered words, meant only for them. ]
I love you. Dean... Let me be yours, too. Be with me, always. Marry me.
[ There's probably some ceremony he's missing. He should be down on one knee, probably, rather than kneeling forward on their bed. But for all Cas had imagined spending his life with Dean, even sharing his bed, he'd never let himself dream that he'd ever have a relationship with Dean that might culminate in this. It's equal parts deeply satisfying and terrifying, and he isn't entirely sure that he isn't dead himself and this is some pthumerian's version of heaven. Even as he kisses Dean's mouth, nuzzles his nose, and meets his eyes, he waits for the hammer to fall. ]