F-list Bingo Part 5
Title: They Paved Paradise
Author: Gedry
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG - 13
Word Count: 651
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Summary: Written for my F-list Bingo Card entitled Shyness suggested by sin_stained_ink
Thank you so much moonofblindness!
They Paved Paradise
It’s not a feeling that Cas is used to having….this ball of giddy excitement centered in his chest whenever Dean steps into his personal space or catches him with the turn of his eye.
So many times over the last few weeks Cas has found himself flushed and pink under the weight of this new connection they have found.
Though he is unable to accurately describe it with words; the emotion is there just the same. The angel’s not the only one who feels it.
Dean is less gruff with him as they learn a new routine together. The hunter is cautious and gentle with him as they find their way around one another. Cas having to focus, to center himself to rediscover his connection to humanity through his newly powered grace. His feelings are convoluted and confusing to begin with, but that thread of affection that Cas holds onto so tightly is expanding into something he’s never experienced before.
Attraction. He desires Dean physically. He wants to touch him; wants to kiss him again without the desperation of that first hot press of their mouths. He wants Dean to touch him in return. The idea alone is enough to make the angel flustered. He had always been taught that the need to physically mate was an urge the vessel suffered. That an angel would not sully themselves with such needs. But Jimmy is long gone; Cas has seen him settled and content in his own heaven many times. They have become friends. So if it’s not his vessel that aches with this need to be held and caressed then it must be him that feels it and that is so much more complicated.
That means Cas is unable to subdue the urge.
Every time Dean brushes up against him he gets a flush of heat through his body that settles into his cheeks. Every time Dean smiles at him Cas finds himself having to look away and loosing his train of thought.
Truly he spends most of his time stammering like an idiot in Dean’s presence, and he wonders how the human is putting up with him.
Strangely, Dean doesn’t seem to mind.
“You’re doing it again.”
“What?” Cas blinks; shaking himself back into the present.
“You’re smirking to yourself with that far away look in your eyes,” Dean comments nudging Cas with his elbow gently while he settles next to him leaning against the Impala.
“I’m sorry,” Cas answers feeling the heat slam into his face again. “I was lost in thought.”
“Now you’re blushing again,” Dean chuckles. “What’s up with you Cas?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Don’t pull that crap with me,” Dean snorts. “You’re always staring at me and turning pink up to you ears, or I turn around to look at you and you just stop talking in the middle of a sentence and your hands shake. I don’t get it. Last night I walked out of the bathroom in a towel and you tripped over a chair.”
“I’m sorry if you find my behavior disturbing,” Cas mutters. He stiffens against the look Dean shoots him before standing straighter and planning to fly away for a bit of distance.
“It’s not disturbing Cas,” Dean barks before the angel can disappear. “It’s cute actually; like we’re on the longest first date in history.”
“Oh,” Cas can’t think of anything else to say and to his horror his mouth quirks up into a tiny pleased smile.
“Adorkable,” Dean murmurs as he reaches over and tangles their fingers together slowly. Cas feels all of his tension slip away.