[FIC] Imperfection for jordandesolated
Gift type: Fanfic
Title: Imperfection
Author: KyoKohitsuji
Recipient: jordandesolated
Rating: PG13
Warnings: schmoopyness?
Spoilers: none
Wordcount: 3115
Summary: Perfection can only exist within Imperfection.
Author notes: SO once I came up with plot bunny I LOVED writing this! I hope it’s what you wanted Jordan desolated I tried hard to write the romantic leading up to a relationship story you wanted which btw LOL I usually always end on a porny note, but for you I kept it sweet. If people like it and want more from this verse I may be talked into writing a one shot ;)
For the prompt. Castiel shows up in a brand new female vessel, Dean wants to know why.
Imperfection
Dean Winchester ached as he stretched out his shoulders and rubbed his rough hand over the tight muscles in his neck. The last hunt had taken its toll, tiring him out more than he had been in a long time.
The low rumble of voices and thick, smoky atmosphere of the bar were making him even more tired than he had been, but he knew he had to wind down before retreating to his almost passable as comfortable bed.
The barmaid walked towards him with the look in her eyes Dean would know anywhere. God knows he had seen it enough times. She was blonde, petite with dark, hazel coloured eyes, which she had painted with far too much black mascara for Dean’s liking.
She leaned in a little closer than necessary, making sure to give Dean full view down her low cut blouse.
“What can I get you?”
She had a certain low tone in her voice that let him know she wasn’t just asking which drink he wanted. On any normal night he would have been more than interested in some casual flirting followed by forgetting about all his problems and everything that tormented him for a few hours of meaningless sex.
Something was different though, for a while now the idea of meaningless sex had become less and less attractive. He wanted something more, something he knew he could never have and so he ignored it.
Dean looked back up to the barmaid who was all but panting waiting on his answer, clearly hoping she’d bumped into the old ‘Dean Winchester’, he laughed inwardly as he thought, the real ‘Dean Winchester’, not this moping, sad excuse of a tired, old man in front of her.
“Just a beer thanks.”
He answered a little more short than necessary, but he was trying to make his point. He wanted to be left alone with his drink and his thoughts, not to be bothered by terrible flirting and desperate looks from the barmaid every time he wanted another drink.
She returned almost immediately smiling and batting her coated eyelashes, leaning in again to add.
“Anything else?”
And there it was, an open invitation with a sneaky smile and a wink on the end for good measure. Dean sighed heavily feeling the slight burn of smoke on the back of his throat as he breathed in the acrid air billowing around him at the bar. He looked up and with a curt nod opened his mouth to answer, but before he could even voice his rejection to the eager barmaid he felt a tugging on his arm and followed the now rather cat like eyes of the barmaid to another woman standing next to him.
He was about to throw his arms into the air and proclaim celibacy to the whole bar.
But there was something about the girl by his side, and he gazed up into her eyes for a moment, hearing the barmaid huff and stomp off in the background.
The girl was stunningly beautiful, tall and sleek with long ebony locks framing her pale face. She wore a red dress cut below her knees that just slightly hugged her body enough to allude to the perfect curves underneath.
He was still uninterested in casual sex just as he had been before, but there was just something about this girl. Something he couldn’t quite place, but he had to keep looking at her to try.
“Hello Dean.”
Her voice was soft and flowed like satin from her full lips. It took Dean a moment to realise he had never met this girl before and yet she knew his name. For any other man in this small crowded bar it would have been ignored, perhaps a friend would have told her or she overheard it. However Dean was not an ordinary man and he knew to be wary if something seemed strange.
Just as Dean is about to speak he is once again cut off as the girl ushers him away from the bar rather forcefully for someone he has only just met and has yet to say two words to. He wrenched his arm free of the young woman and straightened himself up.
“Now just hold on a second, honey. Who are you and where is it you think you’re taking me?”
The girl looked at him, eyes widening in confusion and she tilted her head ever so slightly whilst staring at him as she seemed to be realising her error. That’s when Dean saw, he watched those inhumanly blue eyes as they were washed over with confusion. His eyes almost bulged out of his head as he looked her up and down once more and almost shouted.
“Cas?”
The girl straightened up, smiled warmly and nodded, obviously thinking whatever mistake she had made had now been solved.
Dean gulped his beer as he looked over the angel in front of him in this new form, trying to take in the situation. He moved them over to a quieter part of the bar and sat them in a small booth, darkened by the poorly lit corner.
“OK, Cas what the hell?”
Dean was worried, panicking even, and Castiel could sense it even in his new vessel, which he was still trying to get used to. He reached out with one tiny hand and placed it on Dean’s thigh, leaning forward to talk.
“Well, an angel within my garrison had no more use for this vessel and the soul which used to reside within preferred to stay within the Heavenly plain, so this vessel remained free. I decided to change.”
Dean had stopped breathing at the exact moment this new girl Castiel had put his… her hand on his now very shaky leg. He was so utterly confused. He had presumed something was very wrong and Jimmy’s body had been damaged, but no.
“Ahem. Uh, Cas? Your, uh, Your hand?”
Castiel glanced down at the hand but did not remove it from Dean’s leg, so the hunter coughed and tried to ignore it as he went on.
“What the hell, now you lot think you can just play pass the meat suit up there?”
Castiel’s eyes again filled with confusion, searching Dean’s staring gaze for the answers they never gave, and now the hand was snatched back. Dean sighed in relief, but couldn’t help the stab of loss within him, which he tried to push back into his mind till it disappeared.
“I don’t understand. I though… but you always… I, I thought you would like me more in this form.”
Suddenly realisation dawned within Dean and he frowned, standing in anger.
“Do you mean to tell me you just jumped ship to some other body ‘cause you thought I would LIKE you better? Fuck Cas!”
Castiel reached up to try and take Dean’s hand, but the hunter pulled away and ran his shaking finger’s through his tufted hair before looking back and shouting again.
“Go get your feathered ass back upstairs and get your OWN god damned body back, you stupid son of a bitch!”
Castiel looks up into Dean’s hard staring gaze as his eyes begin to look down in shame, he mumbles inaudible apologies, cowering away from Dean, who was now feeling like shit seeing the hurt in the angel. He began to stir up an apology of his own, but as he looked down to find Castiel, he was already gone.
Days passed and soon turned into weeks, but Castiel did not return and every day he did not Dean grew more and more ashamed of his reaction and how he’d treated the angel. He didn’t blame him for not coming back, Cas had done a huge thing and though it may have been wrong, it had been for Dean, and he had simply rejected him; shouted and told him to leave like he hated him.
After yet another hard day without the appearance of a certain angel, Dean threw himself down on the lumpy motel bed and let out a frustrated sigh. One his brother matched from across the room on the matching bed, but his sigh was for a very different reason. Sam Winchester had been noticing his brother’s mood since the disappearance of Castiel.
“DUDE! Just call him already.”
Dean shot up and glared at his brother, but Sam stood his ground pulling a rather disgruntled face as Dean slowly lowered his stare realising he had no remark to fight him with. So instead, he fell back against the bed and covered his face with a rather hard pillow. He gave up and with another over exaggerated groan he mumbled loudly into his pillow.
“CascameontomeinabarandIprettymuchtoldhimtogotohell… … … trouble is… IthinkImightlovehim”
Sam gaped at his brother, trying to digest what he’d just been thrown from Dean. Dean squirmed even from underneath his pillow; he could feel his brother staring at him. He gripped the pillow with both hands and sat upright throwing it and squarely hitting his brother in the face.
“Dude, what the hell?”
“I could feel you looking at me with your stupid let’s talk about our feelings look”
Sam frowned deeply at his brother’s short response.
“OK so you Love Cas, yeah, I got LAST month’s newsletter on that one. You screwed it up, but hey your Dean and that’s what you do. All you need to do is something to show him how you feel and make up for your being an ass.”
Dean gaped at Sam before slowly mumbling.
“Sammy, you wanna chose which one of those sentences I beat you for first?”
“Dean, I’m serious you need to do something romantic.”
“1. Just because I say I think I’m in love with a guy doesn’t make me morph into a Barbara Streisand loving, salad eating Sammy overnight. 2. This conversation is officially over and if that mouth opens one more time and it ain’t sayin’ ‘here’s your pie, Dean, you awesome, awesome guy’ then my foot and your ass are gonna become friends.”
Sam sighed and collapsed back into his own bed mumbling “jerk” into his pillow as he rolled around to get comfortable and finally settled down to a light snore. Every move he made irritated Dean a little more. He tossed and turned listening to the cold screeching of the winds as they died down into the night. Finally, he stood grabbing his boots and heading for the door. If he wasn’t going to sleep he was going to do something about this and fast ‘cause a guy needed his beauty sleep. As he got up to leave before slamming the motel door a little harsher than necessary, he shouted “bitch” and left.
Dean drove around the town they were currently in for about an hour, the harsh lights of the 24hour bars making his eyes weary in the darkness of the night. Suddenly, he saw an all-night pawn shop and everything clicked into place.
He was Dean fucking Winchester, he didn’t buy chocolates or roses, nor did he write poems that professed the inner workings of his mind. He ate his own chocolates. He hadn’t picked a rose since he’d needed the thorns for some anti-hex on a witch job many years ago, and he definitely preferred the inner workings of his mind to stay that way, ‘inner’.
He pulled over next to the shop and saw exactly what he needed, right there in the window of the poorly lit and decidedly dodgy looking shop. By the time he left he had that cocky Dean fucking Winchester smirk back on his face and was listening to his baby’s engine purr as he rolled out of town with a plan forming in his head.
Dean pulled up on a deserted spot in a clearing in the nearby woodland. He waited till he had everything just as he wanted it and looked out over the clearing, out to the night sky, it was clouded over and looked almost angry like at any moment it was going to rain down its fury. Dean smiled, everything was set, so he called Castiel.
“Hey, Cas. Yeah, I’m in the woodland outside the town limits… you’ll find me, I’m sure.”
Just as he said, moments later he heard the soft flutter of wings and padded footsteps as Castiel wandered nearby searching for Dean. It was completely dark, nothing was visible, Dean turned on the headlights of the car and suddenly the dark, cold clearing was filled with white light.
Dean walked towards the unsure angel and hated himself for the way Castiel backed away slightly. He grasped his arms gently and pulled him till he sat on the hood of the Impala looking forward, then he backed up and sat on a fallen tree trunk with an old beat up guitar.
Castiel tilted his head ever so slightly and looked as though he may stand to speak, but was cut off by Dean.
“Please, Cas, just sit and listen to me for a moment. I, uh… well, I was maybe a little harsh when you… well, you know, did that thing. Anyway, the point is IguessI’msorry… an’ I, uh, well, I wanted to, you know what just sit tight and listen.”
He took a large, shaky breath as he waited for the angel to settle again, and when he was sure he wasn’t going anywhere, he sat still and began to strum on the old guitar, the melody catching on the cold wind chill and flowing on the air only broken into an unknown beat by the soft rumbling of thunder just starting to edge into the atmosphere. Dean looked straight into Castiel’s searching eyes as he began to sing.
Your eyes, your eyes
make the stars look like they're not shining
Your hair, your hair
falls perfectly without you trying
Your so beautiful
And I’ll tell you everyday (yeahh)
I know, I know
When I compliment you, you won't believe me
And it's so, it's so
Sad to think that you don't see what I see
But everytime you asks me "Do I look okay?"
I say
When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
'Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile
The whole world stops and stares for a while
'Cause boy you're amazing
Just the way you are
Your lips, your lips
I could kiss them all day if you let me
Your laugh, your laugh
You hate but I think it's so sexy
Your so beautiful
And I’ll tell you everyday
Oh you know, you know, you know
I'd never ask you to change
If perfects what you're searching for
Then just stay the same
So don't even bother asking if you look okay
'Cause you know I'll say
When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
'Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile
The whole world stops and stares for a while
'Cause boy you're amazing
Just the way you are
The way you are
The way you are
Dean finished and looked down to his feet; unsure of putting his feelings out there so openly, scared in case they would be shot down. He heard a soft almost audable sound under the sprinkling of rain beginning to fall and looked up to see streaks of tears running down his angel’s face being washed away by the raindrops.
Dean ran forward and clutched Castiel’s face in his strong hands, carefully trying to see why he was so upset.
“Shh sshhh hey, hey, it’s ok, I’m not expecting you to feel anything you wouldn’t naturally… I just had to get that out there, it was… it was…”
Dean was cut off by the soft, yet forceful push of full lips against his own and his heart soared high above the storm clouds gathering. Then Castiel muttered against his lips as he pressed their foreheads together and held on tight to his hunter’s shoulders.
“It was perfect.”
Dean smiled and was going to kiss him again to show how much he really cared, but then he thought and had to speak. So he held Castiel, looking him straight in the eye and spoke softly, while tracing the outline of his face in the rain with gentle fingertips.
“NO, no Cas it’s not perfect, don’t you get it that’s the point. It’s cold and raining and I can’t hear myself think for the thunder that’s coming our way.”
Castiel tilts his head again and frowns thinking he’s upset Dean in some way. Dean only laughs and runs his fingers through Castiel’s wet hair.
“Look, look at this guitar; it’s old and worn. It’s been bashed and the gloss is long scratched off, along with far too many old dead strings snapped and curled round it. But look every one of its imperfections, just like every line on my face or scar on my body, tells a story. They all map out my story, for you.”
He placed Castiel’s hand inside his shirt to a scar nearby his heart, and pulled his shirt completely off to place his angel’s other hand snugly over the mark he bore on his shoulder.
“You see Cas… You see it now? Perfection only exists within imperfection.”
“Yes, you are scarred and flawed, but to my eyes you are perfect”
Dean smiled and pushed forward till his dripping wet body was pressed flush to Castiel’s as the rain poured down around them and the skies clashed with thunder and were sliced apart by lightning.
Dean and Castiel think it couldn’t be more perfect, and as Dean presses his lips to his angel’s, kissing him gently with so much built up passion, he gasps for a stolen breath and whispers against those perfect full lips.
“I love you, just the way you are…”
Title: Imperfection
Author: KyoKohitsuji
Recipient: jordandesolated
Rating: PG13
Warnings: schmoopyness?
Spoilers: none
Wordcount: 3115
Summary: Perfection can only exist within Imperfection.
Author notes: SO once I came up with plot bunny I LOVED writing this! I hope it’s what you wanted Jordan desolated I tried hard to write the romantic leading up to a relationship story you wanted which btw LOL I usually always end on a porny note, but for you I kept it sweet. If people like it and want more from this verse I may be talked into writing a one shot ;)
For the prompt. Castiel shows up in a brand new female vessel, Dean wants to know why.
Imperfection
Dean Winchester ached as he stretched out his shoulders and rubbed his rough hand over the tight muscles in his neck. The last hunt had taken its toll, tiring him out more than he had been in a long time.
The low rumble of voices and thick, smoky atmosphere of the bar were making him even more tired than he had been, but he knew he had to wind down before retreating to his almost passable as comfortable bed.
The barmaid walked towards him with the look in her eyes Dean would know anywhere. God knows he had seen it enough times. She was blonde, petite with dark, hazel coloured eyes, which she had painted with far too much black mascara for Dean’s liking.
She leaned in a little closer than necessary, making sure to give Dean full view down her low cut blouse.
“What can I get you?”
She had a certain low tone in her voice that let him know she wasn’t just asking which drink he wanted. On any normal night he would have been more than interested in some casual flirting followed by forgetting about all his problems and everything that tormented him for a few hours of meaningless sex.
Something was different though, for a while now the idea of meaningless sex had become less and less attractive. He wanted something more, something he knew he could never have and so he ignored it.
Dean looked back up to the barmaid who was all but panting waiting on his answer, clearly hoping she’d bumped into the old ‘Dean Winchester’, he laughed inwardly as he thought, the real ‘Dean Winchester’, not this moping, sad excuse of a tired, old man in front of her.
“Just a beer thanks.”
He answered a little more short than necessary, but he was trying to make his point. He wanted to be left alone with his drink and his thoughts, not to be bothered by terrible flirting and desperate looks from the barmaid every time he wanted another drink.
She returned almost immediately smiling and batting her coated eyelashes, leaning in again to add.
“Anything else?”
And there it was, an open invitation with a sneaky smile and a wink on the end for good measure. Dean sighed heavily feeling the slight burn of smoke on the back of his throat as he breathed in the acrid air billowing around him at the bar. He looked up and with a curt nod opened his mouth to answer, but before he could even voice his rejection to the eager barmaid he felt a tugging on his arm and followed the now rather cat like eyes of the barmaid to another woman standing next to him.
He was about to throw his arms into the air and proclaim celibacy to the whole bar.
But there was something about the girl by his side, and he gazed up into her eyes for a moment, hearing the barmaid huff and stomp off in the background.
The girl was stunningly beautiful, tall and sleek with long ebony locks framing her pale face. She wore a red dress cut below her knees that just slightly hugged her body enough to allude to the perfect curves underneath.
He was still uninterested in casual sex just as he had been before, but there was just something about this girl. Something he couldn’t quite place, but he had to keep looking at her to try.
“Hello Dean.”
Her voice was soft and flowed like satin from her full lips. It took Dean a moment to realise he had never met this girl before and yet she knew his name. For any other man in this small crowded bar it would have been ignored, perhaps a friend would have told her or she overheard it. However Dean was not an ordinary man and he knew to be wary if something seemed strange.
Just as Dean is about to speak he is once again cut off as the girl ushers him away from the bar rather forcefully for someone he has only just met and has yet to say two words to. He wrenched his arm free of the young woman and straightened himself up.
“Now just hold on a second, honey. Who are you and where is it you think you’re taking me?”
The girl looked at him, eyes widening in confusion and she tilted her head ever so slightly whilst staring at him as she seemed to be realising her error. That’s when Dean saw, he watched those inhumanly blue eyes as they were washed over with confusion. His eyes almost bulged out of his head as he looked her up and down once more and almost shouted.
“Cas?”
The girl straightened up, smiled warmly and nodded, obviously thinking whatever mistake she had made had now been solved.
Dean gulped his beer as he looked over the angel in front of him in this new form, trying to take in the situation. He moved them over to a quieter part of the bar and sat them in a small booth, darkened by the poorly lit corner.
“OK, Cas what the hell?”
Dean was worried, panicking even, and Castiel could sense it even in his new vessel, which he was still trying to get used to. He reached out with one tiny hand and placed it on Dean’s thigh, leaning forward to talk.
“Well, an angel within my garrison had no more use for this vessel and the soul which used to reside within preferred to stay within the Heavenly plain, so this vessel remained free. I decided to change.”
Dean had stopped breathing at the exact moment this new girl Castiel had put his… her hand on his now very shaky leg. He was so utterly confused. He had presumed something was very wrong and Jimmy’s body had been damaged, but no.
“Ahem. Uh, Cas? Your, uh, Your hand?”
Castiel glanced down at the hand but did not remove it from Dean’s leg, so the hunter coughed and tried to ignore it as he went on.
“What the hell, now you lot think you can just play pass the meat suit up there?”
Castiel’s eyes again filled with confusion, searching Dean’s staring gaze for the answers they never gave, and now the hand was snatched back. Dean sighed in relief, but couldn’t help the stab of loss within him, which he tried to push back into his mind till it disappeared.
“I don’t understand. I though… but you always… I, I thought you would like me more in this form.”
Suddenly realisation dawned within Dean and he frowned, standing in anger.
“Do you mean to tell me you just jumped ship to some other body ‘cause you thought I would LIKE you better? Fuck Cas!”
Castiel reached up to try and take Dean’s hand, but the hunter pulled away and ran his shaking finger’s through his tufted hair before looking back and shouting again.
“Go get your feathered ass back upstairs and get your OWN god damned body back, you stupid son of a bitch!”
Castiel looks up into Dean’s hard staring gaze as his eyes begin to look down in shame, he mumbles inaudible apologies, cowering away from Dean, who was now feeling like shit seeing the hurt in the angel. He began to stir up an apology of his own, but as he looked down to find Castiel, he was already gone.
Days passed and soon turned into weeks, but Castiel did not return and every day he did not Dean grew more and more ashamed of his reaction and how he’d treated the angel. He didn’t blame him for not coming back, Cas had done a huge thing and though it may have been wrong, it had been for Dean, and he had simply rejected him; shouted and told him to leave like he hated him.
After yet another hard day without the appearance of a certain angel, Dean threw himself down on the lumpy motel bed and let out a frustrated sigh. One his brother matched from across the room on the matching bed, but his sigh was for a very different reason. Sam Winchester had been noticing his brother’s mood since the disappearance of Castiel.
“DUDE! Just call him already.”
Dean shot up and glared at his brother, but Sam stood his ground pulling a rather disgruntled face as Dean slowly lowered his stare realising he had no remark to fight him with. So instead, he fell back against the bed and covered his face with a rather hard pillow. He gave up and with another over exaggerated groan he mumbled loudly into his pillow.
“CascameontomeinabarandIprettymuchtoldhimtogotohell… … … trouble is… IthinkImightlovehim”
Sam gaped at his brother, trying to digest what he’d just been thrown from Dean. Dean squirmed even from underneath his pillow; he could feel his brother staring at him. He gripped the pillow with both hands and sat upright throwing it and squarely hitting his brother in the face.
“Dude, what the hell?”
“I could feel you looking at me with your stupid let’s talk about our feelings look”
Sam frowned deeply at his brother’s short response.
“OK so you Love Cas, yeah, I got LAST month’s newsletter on that one. You screwed it up, but hey your Dean and that’s what you do. All you need to do is something to show him how you feel and make up for your being an ass.”
Dean gaped at Sam before slowly mumbling.
“Sammy, you wanna chose which one of those sentences I beat you for first?”
“Dean, I’m serious you need to do something romantic.”
“1. Just because I say I think I’m in love with a guy doesn’t make me morph into a Barbara Streisand loving, salad eating Sammy overnight. 2. This conversation is officially over and if that mouth opens one more time and it ain’t sayin’ ‘here’s your pie, Dean, you awesome, awesome guy’ then my foot and your ass are gonna become friends.”
Sam sighed and collapsed back into his own bed mumbling “jerk” into his pillow as he rolled around to get comfortable and finally settled down to a light snore. Every move he made irritated Dean a little more. He tossed and turned listening to the cold screeching of the winds as they died down into the night. Finally, he stood grabbing his boots and heading for the door. If he wasn’t going to sleep he was going to do something about this and fast ‘cause a guy needed his beauty sleep. As he got up to leave before slamming the motel door a little harsher than necessary, he shouted “bitch” and left.
Dean drove around the town they were currently in for about an hour, the harsh lights of the 24hour bars making his eyes weary in the darkness of the night. Suddenly, he saw an all-night pawn shop and everything clicked into place.
He was Dean fucking Winchester, he didn’t buy chocolates or roses, nor did he write poems that professed the inner workings of his mind. He ate his own chocolates. He hadn’t picked a rose since he’d needed the thorns for some anti-hex on a witch job many years ago, and he definitely preferred the inner workings of his mind to stay that way, ‘inner’.
He pulled over next to the shop and saw exactly what he needed, right there in the window of the poorly lit and decidedly dodgy looking shop. By the time he left he had that cocky Dean fucking Winchester smirk back on his face and was listening to his baby’s engine purr as he rolled out of town with a plan forming in his head.
Dean pulled up on a deserted spot in a clearing in the nearby woodland. He waited till he had everything just as he wanted it and looked out over the clearing, out to the night sky, it was clouded over and looked almost angry like at any moment it was going to rain down its fury. Dean smiled, everything was set, so he called Castiel.
“Hey, Cas. Yeah, I’m in the woodland outside the town limits… you’ll find me, I’m sure.”
Just as he said, moments later he heard the soft flutter of wings and padded footsteps as Castiel wandered nearby searching for Dean. It was completely dark, nothing was visible, Dean turned on the headlights of the car and suddenly the dark, cold clearing was filled with white light.
Dean walked towards the unsure angel and hated himself for the way Castiel backed away slightly. He grasped his arms gently and pulled him till he sat on the hood of the Impala looking forward, then he backed up and sat on a fallen tree trunk with an old beat up guitar.
Castiel tilted his head ever so slightly and looked as though he may stand to speak, but was cut off by Dean.
“Please, Cas, just sit and listen to me for a moment. I, uh… well, I was maybe a little harsh when you… well, you know, did that thing. Anyway, the point is IguessI’msorry… an’ I, uh, well, I wanted to, you know what just sit tight and listen.”
He took a large, shaky breath as he waited for the angel to settle again, and when he was sure he wasn’t going anywhere, he sat still and began to strum on the old guitar, the melody catching on the cold wind chill and flowing on the air only broken into an unknown beat by the soft rumbling of thunder just starting to edge into the atmosphere. Dean looked straight into Castiel’s searching eyes as he began to sing.
Your eyes, your eyes
make the stars look like they're not shining
Your hair, your hair
falls perfectly without you trying
Your so beautiful
And I’ll tell you everyday (yeahh)
I know, I know
When I compliment you, you won't believe me
And it's so, it's so
Sad to think that you don't see what I see
But everytime you asks me "Do I look okay?"
I say
When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
'Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile
The whole world stops and stares for a while
'Cause boy you're amazing
Just the way you are
Your lips, your lips
I could kiss them all day if you let me
Your laugh, your laugh
You hate but I think it's so sexy
Your so beautiful
And I’ll tell you everyday
Oh you know, you know, you know
I'd never ask you to change
If perfects what you're searching for
Then just stay the same
So don't even bother asking if you look okay
'Cause you know I'll say
When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
'Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile
The whole world stops and stares for a while
'Cause boy you're amazing
Just the way you are
The way you are
The way you are
Dean finished and looked down to his feet; unsure of putting his feelings out there so openly, scared in case they would be shot down. He heard a soft almost audable sound under the sprinkling of rain beginning to fall and looked up to see streaks of tears running down his angel’s face being washed away by the raindrops.
Dean ran forward and clutched Castiel’s face in his strong hands, carefully trying to see why he was so upset.
“Shh sshhh hey, hey, it’s ok, I’m not expecting you to feel anything you wouldn’t naturally… I just had to get that out there, it was… it was…”
Dean was cut off by the soft, yet forceful push of full lips against his own and his heart soared high above the storm clouds gathering. Then Castiel muttered against his lips as he pressed their foreheads together and held on tight to his hunter’s shoulders.
“It was perfect.”
Dean smiled and was going to kiss him again to show how much he really cared, but then he thought and had to speak. So he held Castiel, looking him straight in the eye and spoke softly, while tracing the outline of his face in the rain with gentle fingertips.
“NO, no Cas it’s not perfect, don’t you get it that’s the point. It’s cold and raining and I can’t hear myself think for the thunder that’s coming our way.”
Castiel tilts his head again and frowns thinking he’s upset Dean in some way. Dean only laughs and runs his fingers through Castiel’s wet hair.
“Look, look at this guitar; it’s old and worn. It’s been bashed and the gloss is long scratched off, along with far too many old dead strings snapped and curled round it. But look every one of its imperfections, just like every line on my face or scar on my body, tells a story. They all map out my story, for you.”
He placed Castiel’s hand inside his shirt to a scar nearby his heart, and pulled his shirt completely off to place his angel’s other hand snugly over the mark he bore on his shoulder.
“You see Cas… You see it now? Perfection only exists within imperfection.”
“Yes, you are scarred and flawed, but to my eyes you are perfect”
Dean smiled and pushed forward till his dripping wet body was pressed flush to Castiel’s as the rain poured down around them and the skies clashed with thunder and were sliced apart by lightning.
Dean and Castiel think it couldn’t be more perfect, and as Dean presses his lips to his angel’s, kissing him gently with so much built up passion, he gasps for a stolen breath and whispers against those perfect full lips.
“I love you, just the way you are…”