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[foolintherain]

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"I can't answer my phone right now, but you know what to do."

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[foolintherain]

[ Unplanned spontaneity seems to be the way they roll, and it hasn't always worked for them. Sometimes, snap decision have gone very, very badly. Castiel was standing in front of Dean's funeral pyre just recently. Hardly a week ago, "Dean," as Castiel knows him, didn't exist in this world. But then he was reborn, incredibly, back into this world, and how could Castiel take that as anything but a sign from a very powerful higher being that this is where he was meant to be?

It's still difficult for Castiel to see himself as anything but a sunspot blemishing the radiance of Dean's existence, but there isn't anywhere in any universe he'd rather be that where Dean is, as close as possible beside him, and— ]

Yes?

[ And that was a yes. An aggressive but emphatic yes, and Castiel feels a rush of giddiness so strong that his mouth stretches wide in a grin, interrupting their sweet, soft kisses. Cas feels high. The lingering, very sensible fear he felt melts completely away, replaced by absolute bliss, hallelujah, and he can't keep the delighted bubble of laughter from his throat. ]

[venatoris]

[ God, if Cas only knew how beautiful he really was to Dean. Even now as they sit here on the bed, lips brushing in the sweetest of kisses, all Dean can think about is how perfect he is, how good, kind, wonderful. He's Dean's sunlight, a star that he can't help but orbit. ]

Damn right that's a yes.

[ Eloquence isn't his forte, and if Cas expected anything other than emphatic explicatives, well - he's clearly misjudged the situation.

Dean smiles against his lips, pushes forward against him, shoving Cas back down against the bed, a hand on his hip, fingers tugging at his shirt. ]

Can we consummate early? Repeatedly, preferably.