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HAPPYFEST III
Yup, this is it, folks, the complete list of prompts for this year's Happyfest. The rules haven't changed from last year, the first of which is:
READ THE RULES BEFORE WRITING!
(there are notes about spoilers that I NEED you to read)
( The rest are under here )
Yup, this is it, folks, the complete list of prompts for this year's Happyfest. The rules haven't changed from last year, the first of which is:
READ THE RULES BEFORE WRITING!
(there are notes about spoilers that I NEED you to read)
( The rest are under here )
But Castiel knows how to make it less harrowing. Have faith. Believe that you're not going to walk into the bushes, and pray that you put your faith in the right place.
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Fate has it that the first time he attempts to kiss Dean Winchester, he hears Zachariah's voice in his head, droning on about protocol, what is and isn't acceptable, and that he could very well be betraying his god by even thinking about it. Castiel immediately learns the meaning of the phrase 'buzz kill'.
Dean, who seems puzzled, probably because Castiel just froze stock-still with their faces incredibly close, takes a very deliberate step back.
"Um," he says. It's quite amusing to see Dean at a loss for words. Pity Castiel can't enjoy it.
"I have to leave." He flies away before Dean has a chance to reply. Zachariah is wearing an unnerving grin as he returns to their, to use an accurate term, home-base, and immediately sends Castiel out to protect a potential seal in Brazil.
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The second time isn't any more successful than the first. During a rare piece of rest, for both Castiel and the Winchesters, he takes the opportunity to check up on his charge.
The brothers, who haven't noticed his silent appearance, are parked by the roadside. Dean hands Sam a bottle, uncapping his own. They clink them together solemnly.
"Good hunt," Sam says. Dean grunts affirmatively.
Castiel leaves. This moment is not his.
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The third time, Castiel is taken by surprise. Dean is having another dream of hell, and Castiel wakes him up. He is not commanded to do this. He's just worried.
Dean, groggy from sleep, mumbles, "Cas, that you?" Castiel opens his mouth to answer when Dean's lips touch his.
He knows what a kiss is. He understands the significance behind it. But he was not expecting... this.
Dean pulls back, confused and sleepy.
"Damn. I'm not dreaming am I?"
"No."
Dean grits his jaw sleepily, letting his head slam back into the pillow.
"I'm not sure if that was supposed to happen," Castiel says.
"What?"
"I'm not sure if fate intended me to kiss you."
"You didn't kiss me. I kissed you." Castiel ignores this.
"Every time I tried..." he starts. Dean cuts him off with a glare.
"No talking about this. It didn't happen, okay?"
Even with Castiel's ever expanding knowledge of humanity, Dean's sensibilities are still confusing.
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The fourth time does not go as planned.
Dean reaches a hand out to Castiel, who, during the fight, was knocked to the ground. He is perfectly capable of pulling himself up, but he can't bring himself to ignore Dean's hopefully outstretched palm. They grab each other by the forearm. Dean pulls up and Castiel, who's angelic strength is far greater than Dean's, pulls in.
They tumble to the ground, tangled together. And Dean, still full of adrenaline, laughs. Castiel, unthinking, wraps a hand around the back of his neck and pulls him in for another kiss. Their noses bump, their teeth scrape, and, for one awkward second, their foreheads touch.
It's wonderful.
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