[ Cas's grip on Dean is practically frantic. He tastes and smells like weed, and every kiss is slow, syrupy bliss. The words "I love you" in his head, in Dean's voice, over and over again sound musical, and Cas sings it back with every deep kiss, All of my love, all of my love, all of my love to you.
This greenhouse has been anointed more than once, so there's no real reason to leave, short of sobering up to piece together a spell that stands a chance of restoring Sam's soul, but there's suddenly a much more important thing to do: and that's to worship Dean and to revel in this beautiful, impossible thing he's just given Cas in three transcendental words. So, reluctantly, Cas forces himself to lean back and stub out the tail end of his joint in the saucer of a flowerpot on the bench beside him, specifically reserved for that purpose. And then his hands slide down Dean's neck and push lightly against his chest as he steals lighter, tender kisses from Dean's lips. ]
Let's go home, baby. I want you in our bed, like, yesterday. Right now.
no subject
This greenhouse has been anointed more than once, so there's no real reason to leave, short of sobering up to piece together a spell that stands a chance of restoring Sam's soul, but there's suddenly a much more important thing to do: and that's to worship Dean and to revel in this beautiful, impossible thing he's just given Cas in three transcendental words. So, reluctantly, Cas forces himself to lean back and stub out the tail end of his joint in the saucer of a flowerpot on the bench beside him, specifically reserved for that purpose. And then his hands slide down Dean's neck and push lightly against his chest as he steals lighter, tender kisses from Dean's lips. ]
Let's go home, baby. I want you in our bed, like, yesterday. Right now.