Spreading Holiday Cheer Dean/Castiel Commentfic Meme
Spreading Holiday Cheer Dean/Castiel Commentfic Meme
What it is: A low-key commentfic meme where everyone gets to post Dean/Castiel (or Jensen/Misha) prompts they'd like to see a commentfic about, and people comment back with ficlets fulfilling those wishes in the spirit of the holidays. A sort of un-Secret Santa, if you will (though I suppose ( Read more... )
What it is: A low-key commentfic meme where everyone gets to post Dean/Castiel (or Jensen/Misha) prompts they'd like to see a commentfic about, and people comment back with ficlets fulfilling those wishes in the spirit of the holidays. A sort of un-Secret Santa, if you will (though I suppose ( Read more... )
Dean hits the ice hard groaning from the cold, wetness below him, then Castiel lands heavily on his chest, knocking the rest of the air out of his lungs, and he can’t make another sound for a good few seconds.
“Dean, I think this was a bad idea,” Castiel says, his breath blowing warmly over Dean’s face. Dean wheezes in response, because that’s really all he can do, and Castiel looks vaguely concerned, like he’s been practicing his facial expressions.
“Are you all right?” Castiel asks, and Dean’s eyes begin to water.
“Can’t. Breathe. Get off me,” Dean rasps, hating the way he knows everyone is staring at them as they sail past. Castiel struggles for a while and ends up on his hands and knees over Dean; it alleviates the pressure on Dean’s chest, making it a lot easier for him to breathe, but Castiel doesn’t move further than that.
“Cas, get up,” Dean complains, but Castiel just looks at him.
“I don’t know if I can; it’s too slippery and I don’t think I’m skilled enough to.”
Out of nowhere, a hand appears between their faces and they both look up to find Sam, eyes crinkled, laughing at them. Castiel takes the proffered hand and Sam pulls him easily to his feet; Dean, needing to spare at least some of his dignity, ignores them as they both offer to help him up and eventually stands up on his own. His back aches and the water is starting to seep through his jacket.
“I think I’m gonna sit this one out,” he mumbles, trying to keep his teeth from chattering.
“Mind if I join you?” Castiel asks and Dean mock-frowns.
“You’re just happy that you get out of skating.”
Castiel smiles, but doesn’t say anything as they make their way - Dean skating and Castiel floating just above the ice again - to the exit. They wobble their way, still in their skates, to a table in the food court area, where Dean flops into a chair with a grunt, while Castiel sits with a bit more grace.
“Sorry about this, Cas,” Dean starts, watching his brother winding in and out of people on the ice easily. “You should have stuck with Sam; He would have you doing spins and jumps by now.”
Castiel smiles gently. “It’s not the skating that matters, Dean; I came because you asked me to.”
Dean turns to look at him, then smiles briefly in return.
“I know, Cas,” is all he says, but he knows Castiel can hear the unspoken, and I’d do the same for you, along with it.
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