Fic - Back to Me - Dean/Cas - Part 2 of 2
Title: Back to Me - 2 of 2
Author: choc_freckles
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Rating: G
Word Count: Total words ~1600
Warnings: Spoilers up through 8.16, Remember the Titans. AU after 8.16. Completely discounts 8.17.
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit form the fanfiction, other than the massive enjoyment of writing about my babies.
Summary: Cas finally shows up. So, this is how I would like to have Dean & Cas's reunion go.
Part One
Cas wakes slowly, rising up toward consciousness like he’s swimming to the surface of a very deep pool. He keeps his eyes shut because he feels warm and safe and wants to hold onto that feeling. He’s cocooned in something, can’t really move, but somehow that’s okay. He lies still and listens. He can hear breathing, feel it hot on his ear, and he realizes that there’s another body next to him and that the reason he can’t move is that there are arms wrapped around his torso and legs tangled with his.
Cas finally opens his eyes and turns his head to the side. Lying next to him is Dean. Dean, whose face is buried in Cas’s shoulder, whose long eyelashes are resting upon freckled cheeks. Dean, who actually looks peaceful. The ever present crease that mars his forehead during waking hours is gone, and Dean looks … not quite happy, but something else - more like content.
Cas can sense the moment that Dean wakes; there’s a subtle shift in Dean’s muscles as he goes from the utter relaxation of asleep to the more animated state of awake. He doesn’t stiffen or become tense, but there’s a certain strength that has returned to Dean’s limbs. He shifts to his side and pulls Cas closer to his body, slotting them together again.
“Morning,” he mumbles. “You’re still here.” He sounds both pleased and surprised with this information. He opens his eyes and smiles at Cas. “Hi,” he whispers.
“Hello, Dean,” Cas answers, and he can’t help but smile too, although he’s continually losing time, and he’s been finding himself in places with absolutely no idea of how he got there. The last few weeks have felt unreal, but this moment feels real, this feels right in all the same ways that everything else has felt wrong.
Dean strokes Cas’s hair, brushing a few strands away from his forehead, and Cas is very aware of how close they are, chest to chest, lying facing each other, noses practically touching.
“Cas, I have a million questions,” Dean says softly. “But I need to know you’re okay.”
Cas looks away from Dean, unable to look him in the eye. “I don’t know what is happening, Dean.” He inhales a shaky breath. The admission is both scary and liberating at the same time.
Dean grasps Cas’s face in his hands, pulling him even closer. He kisses Cas’s forehead, his cheeks, and then presses their lips together in a kiss - their first. Dean’s lips are full and soft, and they move slowly over Cas’s, the kiss meant to be comfort rather than sexual, although Cas does feel a swirl of something velvety and enticing in his belly as Dean deepens the kiss. Dean licks into Cas’s mouth with his tongue, and all Cas wants is to stay here in this moment forever. It’s uncertain whether this will work, this thing between them, and there is so much uncertainty in Cas’s life right now that he could weep for it. But behind the uncertainty of a future with Dean is the knowledge that Cas is certain that he loves Dean with all his heart and grace.
That certainty is what enables him to let himself fall into the kiss, fall into the low hum of arousal that being this close to Dean has sparked, despite the fact that he is scared out of his mind, that he has no idea when he will be yanked away from this safe haven to some other place with yet more blood on his hands that he cannot explain.
It’s only the need to breathe that pulls them apart, and Cas rests his forehead against Dean’s. “Dean, I… I need your help, but I don’t know…”
“We’ll tackle it together, Cas. Remember? Like I said.” What’s unsaid is the last time that Cas didn’t come to Dean, didn’t trust Dean to help him. But Cas is so lost now that he has no ideas, nothing that he can do on his own. He realizes that he needs Dean, just as Dean has said that he needs Cas. He’s finally able to look in Dean’s eyes, and when he does, he only sees that Dean cares about him, that Dean is worried about him. He doesn’t see any of the hurt and betrayal there that he’s seen in the past, and a weight is lifted from his shoulders. He feels like he can breathe fully again, and so he does, taking a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Dean as he does: gun powder and leather under a veneer of soap, a scent that he associates not just with Dean but also the Impala and home.
“Thank you, Dean,” Cas says simply. There’s really nothing else to say.
“We’ll wake up Sammy in a bit and talk to him about it. But first,” he winks and presses his lips to Cas’s again, snaking his arms around Cas’s waist. Cas smiles into the kiss and tangles his hands in Dean’s hair, enjoying the feel of the soft strands against his palms and between his fingers. “I wanna do this for a little bit more,” Dean says.
Author: choc_freckles
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Rating: G
Word Count: Total words ~1600
Warnings: Spoilers up through 8.16, Remember the Titans. AU after 8.16. Completely discounts 8.17.
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit form the fanfiction, other than the massive enjoyment of writing about my babies.
Summary: Cas finally shows up. So, this is how I would like to have Dean & Cas's reunion go.
Part One
Cas wakes slowly, rising up toward consciousness like he’s swimming to the surface of a very deep pool. He keeps his eyes shut because he feels warm and safe and wants to hold onto that feeling. He’s cocooned in something, can’t really move, but somehow that’s okay. He lies still and listens. He can hear breathing, feel it hot on his ear, and he realizes that there’s another body next to him and that the reason he can’t move is that there are arms wrapped around his torso and legs tangled with his.
Cas finally opens his eyes and turns his head to the side. Lying next to him is Dean. Dean, whose face is buried in Cas’s shoulder, whose long eyelashes are resting upon freckled cheeks. Dean, who actually looks peaceful. The ever present crease that mars his forehead during waking hours is gone, and Dean looks … not quite happy, but something else - more like content.
Cas can sense the moment that Dean wakes; there’s a subtle shift in Dean’s muscles as he goes from the utter relaxation of asleep to the more animated state of awake. He doesn’t stiffen or become tense, but there’s a certain strength that has returned to Dean’s limbs. He shifts to his side and pulls Cas closer to his body, slotting them together again.
“Morning,” he mumbles. “You’re still here.” He sounds both pleased and surprised with this information. He opens his eyes and smiles at Cas. “Hi,” he whispers.
“Hello, Dean,” Cas answers, and he can’t help but smile too, although he’s continually losing time, and he’s been finding himself in places with absolutely no idea of how he got there. The last few weeks have felt unreal, but this moment feels real, this feels right in all the same ways that everything else has felt wrong.
Dean strokes Cas’s hair, brushing a few strands away from his forehead, and Cas is very aware of how close they are, chest to chest, lying facing each other, noses practically touching.
“Cas, I have a million questions,” Dean says softly. “But I need to know you’re okay.”
Cas looks away from Dean, unable to look him in the eye. “I don’t know what is happening, Dean.” He inhales a shaky breath. The admission is both scary and liberating at the same time.
Dean grasps Cas’s face in his hands, pulling him even closer. He kisses Cas’s forehead, his cheeks, and then presses their lips together in a kiss - their first. Dean’s lips are full and soft, and they move slowly over Cas’s, the kiss meant to be comfort rather than sexual, although Cas does feel a swirl of something velvety and enticing in his belly as Dean deepens the kiss. Dean licks into Cas’s mouth with his tongue, and all Cas wants is to stay here in this moment forever. It’s uncertain whether this will work, this thing between them, and there is so much uncertainty in Cas’s life right now that he could weep for it. But behind the uncertainty of a future with Dean is the knowledge that Cas is certain that he loves Dean with all his heart and grace.
That certainty is what enables him to let himself fall into the kiss, fall into the low hum of arousal that being this close to Dean has sparked, despite the fact that he is scared out of his mind, that he has no idea when he will be yanked away from this safe haven to some other place with yet more blood on his hands that he cannot explain.
It’s only the need to breathe that pulls them apart, and Cas rests his forehead against Dean’s. “Dean, I… I need your help, but I don’t know…”
“We’ll tackle it together, Cas. Remember? Like I said.” What’s unsaid is the last time that Cas didn’t come to Dean, didn’t trust Dean to help him. But Cas is so lost now that he has no ideas, nothing that he can do on his own. He realizes that he needs Dean, just as Dean has said that he needs Cas. He’s finally able to look in Dean’s eyes, and when he does, he only sees that Dean cares about him, that Dean is worried about him. He doesn’t see any of the hurt and betrayal there that he’s seen in the past, and a weight is lifted from his shoulders. He feels like he can breathe fully again, and so he does, taking a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Dean as he does: gun powder and leather under a veneer of soap, a scent that he associates not just with Dean but also the Impala and home.
“Thank you, Dean,” Cas says simply. There’s really nothing else to say.
“We’ll wake up Sammy in a bit and talk to him about it. But first,” he winks and presses his lips to Cas’s again, snaking his arms around Cas’s waist. Cas smiles into the kiss and tangles his hands in Dean’s hair, enjoying the feel of the soft strands against his palms and between his fingers. “I wanna do this for a little bit more,” Dean says.