In the meantime, because I have been busy writing about seven different things, have a taste! It's not finished yet, but.
SPN - Dean/Castiel (based on
this prompt/comment in
deancaskink)
“Okay.” Dean runs a hand through his hair as he paces back to the refrigerator, footfalls heavy, and opens the door. There’s already a half-full beer on the counter, though, and Dean glances at it absently before huffing and closing the door again, turning and leaning against it, shoving his hands in the pockets of his old, dark jeans. “Christ.”
“Worrying about it won’t make it any easier,” Cas says, docilely, from his place at the table. Dean shoots him a sneer and Cas’ expression tightens, eyes glinting impatience. Dean’s been fretting for a little longer than he’ll ever admit to, and there’s a vague, optimistic idea in his head that if he worries and stalls long enough, Cas will offer to tell them himself. “You’re going to have to tell them.”
“I know,” he says, looking away, “but why can’t - “
“You have to tell them, Dean,” Cas says, cutting him off before Dean could even get his question out. He is beginning to look exasperated and probably knows what Dean’s thinking - and doesn’t like it. “I don’t know why you’re so worried.” His voice goes sharp and Dean can tell he’s starting to get pissy.
“I’m not worried,” Dean says, which he is pretty sure is true, but Cas is giving him a flat looking, calling bullshit, and Dean rankles, shifting in discomfort and feeling a little defensive. “I’m... not worried,” he says again, and it sounds even less convincing than the first time. “I know Sam and Bobby will be happy for us.” The ring Cas picked out for him - plain, silver, engraving done in a groove on the top and bottom - feels heavy on his finger, and he turns it, the silver cool against his skin.
“Yes,” Cas agrees, “they will,” and he’s looking at Dean like he’s being stupid, like he’s making a bigger deal out of it than it really has to be. He stands up, padding as silently as a cat over to Dean. His hair is mussed and he’s wearing some of Dean’s old clothes, a t-shirt and sweatpants, as pajamas.
There’s a lump in Dean’s throat and he thinks carefully around profound bond and wedding and domestic partnership. Jesus, he thinks, he loves Cas so much it still manages to surprise him sometimes.
Cas is pushing up next to him, and his fingers wrap around Dean’s wrist. “You’re being stupid,” he says and he leans up, lips soft against Dean’s cheek. “Stop it.”
Dean can’t help the grin that spreads across his face at Cas’ expression, and Cas huffs at him, ruffling up the back of his hair with one lazy hand. “I’m going to bed,” he says. “Don’t wake me up when you come in.”
There is something to be said for it, Dean thinks, when he does it anyway, and Cas doesn’t really mind.
: : :
Dean saunters into the kitchen mid-morning the next day, his feet bare and cold, flannel pants riding low on his hips. There is a hickey on his collarbone, that he probably spent longer examining in the mirror than he really needed to - and somehow, with his announcement, it feels newly obscene, though it’s not like Sam and Bobby don’t know about him and Cas. And it isn’t like they haven’t been caught in less than savory situations before. Sam had walked in on Dean blowing Cas once, and for fuck’s sake he still hadn’t let that go.
More than the sex, though, Sam and Bobby know about the feelings, and after the mocking he suspects Sam will put him through, they’re both going to say something close to “It’s about time.”
Sam and Bobby are both sitting at the table, in varying states of breakfast. Bobby takes a sip of his coffee, looking surlier than usual in the soft, mid-morning light. Dean’s half certain there’s more than just coffee in his mug, too - not that he has any room to judge. Sam has some dry toast and half a grapefruit sitting on a plate in front of him, an empty glass with a ring of milk in the bottom sitting off to one side. He seems sleepy, his eyes blinking closed, head dipping down to his chest, and he has to push the hair that hangs down out of his face at least twice while Dean is watching him.
“So, uh,” he starts inarticulately, breaking the quiet. Sam and Bobby both look over at him. He clears his throat and rubs his shoulder. “Cas and I were talking.”
Bobby looks unimpressed. “You’re having conversations now, huh?” he asks, and Dean takes the opportunity to go pour himself some coffee. “Well ain’t that exciting news.”
Sam hides a laugh with a quick cough. Dean sighs and takes a sip of his coffee, relishing the heat that floods down his throat. He leans against the counter, ankles crossed, going for nonchalant. Sam’s eyebrows go up and it was probably useless to think he’d look anything other than fucking chalant. Whatever the hell that might be. He looks off to his right, avoiding the way Sam’s trying to catch his eye. “Cas... sort of proposed.”
He thumbs the ring again while Sam and Bobby exchange incredulous looks. “You and Cas are... engaged?” Sam asks. Dean levels him with a flat glare, because yes, it’s pretty straightforward that’s what a proposal means, and Sam grins, looking sheepish, his shoulders going up around his ears. “That’s great, man,” he says, and it’s equal parts teasing and happy, so Dean’s grateful for that one.
Bobby just snorts into his coffee and says “He finally decide to make an honest man out of you?”
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PS I am almost done with the Christmas things I said I'd do - I just need to edit the ficlets and do the fanmix cover art.
PPS So many people on tumblr who ship Dean/Cas also ship those two guys from the Hawaii Five-0 reboot so I decided to check it out. I kind of ship it now, too, eeeeeh. MOSTLY! I think because the shorter guy is like stupidly attractive to me and there is so much good fic, ugh.
PPPS I have been reading a lot on AO3 lately and if you liked the movie Thor that came out not too long ago, and you liked Darcy in it,
READ THIS because it is really good and hilarious and I enjoyed it a lot. It's shipping Darcy/Clint Barton, which okay, cool, but I love it because it's just very, very funny. Okay. I'm done now.