[ Those first words are more than Cas needs, and he revels in them, and in Dean's closeness, the same way he revels in the smell of weed and licorice taste of absinthe. This was worth the end of the world, he thinks, rebelliously selfish about it. He should care more about the universe they've left behind, but Dean is here, incredibly, in front of him, and they've suffered long enough, haven't they? If they can be happy here, together, then what's the harm in it? Cas grins, wildly pleased, and as Dean moves in closer between his thighs and says words so painfully sweet that they cut through the intoxication like a knife, Cas's grin smooths out to more comfortable, genuine adoration. ]
In that case, you've chosen an exceedingly shitty home.
[ Cas's hands slide up Dean's back to pull him in by his neck, close as they already are, so that he can nuzzle his nose to Dean's cheeks and breathe smoke-sweetened words quietly against his mouth. ]
But as long as you'll allow me, I'll always shelter you.
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In that case, you've chosen an exceedingly shitty home.
[ Cas's hands slide up Dean's back to pull him in by his neck, close as they already are, so that he can nuzzle his nose to Dean's cheeks and breathe smoke-sweetened words quietly against his mouth. ]
But as long as you'll allow me, I'll always shelter you.