DIS PROMPT IS MIEN. *noms*tiptoe39May 12 2010, 03:28:09 UTC
He was back at Bobby's house after using that last speck of angel to nick Pestilence's ring, looking much the worse for wear and still sort of feeling like he was about to hurl all over everything. Castiel didn't much like feeling this way, and the fact that he could do nothing to make himself healthier sure didn't help. Exhausted, his head in his hands, he sat in the corner of the room, breathing shallowly and trying to keep down that lunch he'd been inexplicably hungry for earlier today.
"Dude, you really look like you're about to blow chunks," Dean said from the other end of the room.
Castiel grimaced. "Don't say that. It makes me feel worse."
Dean chuckled. Castiel didn't have to look up to tell that Dean's hands were slung into his pockets, that he was approaching with a lopsided grin on his face. "Man," he said. "I don't mean to rub it in, Cas, but... how the mighty have fallen."
"Thanks." Castiel snapped. "You're so understanding."
"Sorry, sorry." Dean's voice was singsong, evasive.
Castiel stood. "What do you want?" he asked tetchily.
Dean gazed at him, and there was a levelness in his eyes that surprised Castiel. "Honestly?" he said. "I just kind of wanted to say I'm glad to see you again. We worried about you."
The statement came so far out of left field that Castiel actually twitched. He'd seen this sort of thing before, heard that sort of line, but never from Dean. He wasn't quite sure whether this would play out as expected, and finally, he just decided to ask. "Are you going to... hug me now?"
"What? No." Dean let out a derisive breath, waving away the idea. Then his eyes darted back toward Cas. "Why? ...Do you want me to?"
"No!" Castiel declared reflexively. But he was fixating now on Dean's hands.
"Good," Dean said. He looked away.
"Good," Castiel echoed.
They stood, not looking at each other, for a long beat.
"Aw, shit." Dean opened his arms. "Don't tell Sam about this, OK?"
"I won't if you won't," Castiel muttered, shuffling forward. The minute Dean's arms closed around him, the minute their forms locked, he forgot everything but how warm it all was. He pushed in and toward Dean with vigor, his arms closing around Dean's back, and his chin jutted into Dean's shoulder. It was just so unbelievably warm.
"Not a word," he declared after they finally, mercifully parted.
"No." Dean stomped away. "Of course not."
Castiel waited until he'd left the room before allowing himself to grin like an idiot.
Re: DIS PROMPT IS MIEN. *noms*marlowe78May 12 2010, 08:47:13 UTC
Awwwwwww, this is adorable! And that line : Dean gazed at him, and there was a levelness in his eyes that surprised Castiel. "Honestly?" he said. "I just kind of wanted to say I'm glad to see you again. We worried about you." sounded so much like the real thing. Awesome!
"Dude, you really look like you're about to blow chunks," Dean said from the other end of the room.
Castiel grimaced. "Don't say that. It makes me feel worse."
Dean chuckled. Castiel didn't have to look up to tell that Dean's hands were slung into his pockets, that he was approaching with a lopsided grin on his face. "Man," he said. "I don't mean to rub it in, Cas, but... how the mighty have fallen."
"Thanks." Castiel snapped. "You're so understanding."
"Sorry, sorry." Dean's voice was singsong, evasive.
Castiel stood. "What do you want?" he asked tetchily.
Dean gazed at him, and there was a levelness in his eyes that surprised Castiel. "Honestly?" he said. "I just kind of wanted to say I'm glad to see you again. We worried about you."
The statement came so far out of left field that Castiel actually twitched. He'd seen this sort of thing before, heard that sort of line, but never from Dean. He wasn't quite sure whether this would play out as expected, and finally, he just decided to ask. "Are you going to... hug me now?"
"What? No." Dean let out a derisive breath, waving away the idea. Then his eyes darted back toward Cas. "Why? ...Do you want me to?"
"No!" Castiel declared reflexively. But he was fixating now on Dean's hands.
"Good," Dean said. He looked away.
"Good," Castiel echoed.
They stood, not looking at each other, for a long beat.
"Aw, shit." Dean opened his arms. "Don't tell Sam about this, OK?"
"I won't if you won't," Castiel muttered, shuffling forward. The minute Dean's arms closed around him, the minute their forms locked, he forgot everything but how warm it all was. He pushed in and toward Dean with vigor, his arms closing around Dean's back, and his chin jutted into Dean's shoulder. It was just so unbelievably warm.
"Not a word," he declared after they finally, mercifully parted.
"No." Dean stomped away. "Of course not."
Castiel waited until he'd left the room before allowing himself to grin like an idiot.
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EVERYTHING I NEVER KNEW I WANTED IN A HUG FIC. The characterisation, holy crap. :D
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Dean gazed at him, and there was a levelness in his eyes that surprised Castiel. "Honestly?" he said. "I just kind of wanted to say I'm glad to see you again. We worried about you." sounded so much like the real thing. Awesome!
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AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
Cutest. Ever. <3
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Thank you and I'm so glad it tickled!!! :D :D
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Thank you!!!! :D
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