[ Deer County is a dangerous and strange oasis from Lawrence, Kansas, and every second Castiel walks the cobblestones and creaking wood of this place, he's reminded of how wrong he was to believe that this place at the end of the world was meant for him and Dean to love each other and let the rest of the multilayered universe go on without them. Now he sees how wrong he was; time isn't a branching tree, but a vine twisted over itself. A Jeremy Bearimy, if you will. There is no escaping what they're destined for. This bastion of Trench is only one knot in the ivy, and before long, they'll be back on that winding forward path.
I'm in love with you, Dean says with his mouth, and his hands, and very, very loudly with his soul, so that it reverberates through his grace. Castiel's body shivers at the sensation as he returns Dean's needy kisses with the same flurried devotion. ]
I know. I knew, but I—
[ I don't deserve you, I'll only disappoint you, When you find out— ]
I'm sorry.
[ Castiel tries to stop thinking about it, or anything other than this moment, and Dean, and how beautiful he is right now. Cas's hands leave the back of Dean's only in search of more of him. He pushes his hands under Dean's shirt to feel the familiar warmth of his skin under his fingertips, the fret of Dean's ribs, and the dip of his hipbones as Castiel tugs Dean by his hips forward and rocks against him in a dirty grind. ]
I love you. Dean, I've always loved you... I've never stopped.
[ He sighs into Dean's mouth between peppered kisses, the words a fluttery whisper under the rush of sensation from Dean's warmth, inside and out. He wants to forget what he knows, and this, with Dean— Dean makes any weight bearable. ]
you're not wrong... Bad Romance, B-side
A Jeremy Bearimy, if you will.There is no escaping what they're destined for. This bastion of Trench is only one knot in the ivy, and before long, they'll be back on that winding forward path.I'm in love with you, Dean says with his mouth, and his hands, and very, very loudly with his soul, so that it reverberates through his grace. Castiel's body shivers at the sensation as he returns Dean's needy kisses with the same flurried devotion. ]
I know. I knew, but I—
[ I don't deserve you, I'll only disappoint you, When you find out— ]
I'm sorry.
[ Castiel tries to stop thinking about it, or anything other than this moment, and Dean, and how beautiful he is right now. Cas's hands leave the back of Dean's only in search of more of him. He pushes his hands under Dean's shirt to feel the familiar warmth of his skin under his fingertips, the fret of Dean's ribs, and the dip of his hipbones as Castiel tugs Dean by his hips forward and rocks against him in a dirty grind. ]
I love you. Dean, I've always loved you... I've never stopped.
[ He sighs into Dean's mouth between peppered kisses, the words a fluttery whisper under the rush of sensation from Dean's warmth, inside and out. He wants to forget what he knows, and this, with Dean— Dean makes any weight bearable. ]