[ What Castiel needs is an addiction to escape from cold logic, and here it is, in the form of Dean's open mouth and warm hands. He feels different, smells and tastes sharper, more complicated than the earthy smells of burned weed and absinthe, but the way he opens for Cas and his sweet, whispered confession is better than familiar; he can feel Dean's soul again, still brilliantly radiant, and Cas sighs with satisfaction against Dean's mouth as he presses fully against him, into his embrace, pressing Dean's back to the railing of the stairs. ]
Yes. I'll stay. I'll stay with you for as long as you'll have me.
[ It feels a bit like bleeding to say it, like lancing a bruise that's been bubbling under his skin since he left Dean alone (but didn't) all those weeks ago. The stone bracelet around his wrist has been warmed by his skin, but it feels strange and unfamiliar: not gemstone or blood or arsenic, but some new chemical combination that's similar to all three. It's uniquely Dean, and he's given it to Castiel, and savors the weight of it against his skin the same way he savors Dean's open mouth and callused hands: like inhaling sweet smoke, and holding it in his lungs, and smiling. ]
he's just got a Whole Lotta Love
Yes. I'll stay. I'll stay with you for as long as you'll have me.
[ It feels a bit like bleeding to say it, like lancing a bruise that's been bubbling under his skin since he left Dean alone (but didn't) all those weeks ago. The stone bracelet around his wrist has been warmed by his skin, but it feels strange and unfamiliar: not gemstone or blood or arsenic, but some new chemical combination that's similar to all three. It's uniquely Dean, and he's given it to Castiel, and savors the weight of it against his skin the same way he savors Dean's open mouth and callused hands: like inhaling sweet smoke, and holding it in his lungs, and smiling. ]