[ Dean exhales when he hears it, feeling lighter, freer; he'd thought (naively) that Trench would be a new start, that he and Cas could settle, smoke a bunch of weed and have a bunch of sex and just...finally have some semblance of peace.
It seems that kind of life isn't in the cards for them, and these past few weeks he's found himself fervently wishing they hadn't screwed shit up so...so fantastically. They were so close, so close, and it was ripped from them, right from their hands, the opportunity wisping through clenched fingers like curling smoke.
Maybe they don't get that life, that peace he's always craved - maybe they don't get their house on a mountain, their paradise, but with every breathless kiss Cas the angel bestows on Dean Winchester, the Righteous Man, he thinks maybe...
Maybe they can have something close.
Dean grip at Cas, fingers pressing into his skin, palms sliding down, a hand teasing at his waistband, dipping below. ]
Cas, I--
[ He's frantic when Cas peels back, his grip tightening, obeying without realizing as the world tips around him, the eerily familiar feeling of being pulled through space and time consuming him for a brief moment before his feet find solid ground and they're in their room, their space, their home.
Dean swallows, forcing himself to find his balance before he reaches in again, drags Cas back into his arms and kisses him hard, fierce; if Cas were human, he'd be breathless. ]
I love you, [ he growls against plush, kiss stung lips, hands working to shove at Cas' trench, the beige garment a sight for sore eyes. ] And I want you to take me, now.
>8)
It seems that kind of life isn't in the cards for them, and these past few weeks he's found himself fervently wishing they hadn't screwed shit up so...so fantastically. They were so close, so close, and it was ripped from them, right from their hands, the opportunity wisping through clenched fingers like curling smoke.
Maybe they don't get that life, that peace he's always craved - maybe they don't get their house on a mountain, their paradise, but with every breathless kiss Cas the angel bestows on Dean Winchester, the Righteous Man, he thinks maybe...
Maybe they can have something close.
Dean grip at Cas, fingers pressing into his skin, palms sliding down, a hand teasing at his waistband, dipping below. ]
Cas, I--
[ He's frantic when Cas peels back, his grip tightening, obeying without realizing as the world tips around him, the eerily familiar feeling of being pulled through space and time consuming him for a brief moment before his feet find solid ground and they're in their room, their space, their home.
Dean swallows, forcing himself to find his balance before he reaches in again, drags Cas back into his arms and kisses him hard, fierce; if Cas were human, he'd be breathless. ]
I love you, [ he growls against plush, kiss stung lips, hands working to shove at Cas' trench, the beige garment a sight for sore eyes. ] And I want you to take me, now.