[spn] Outright (Dean/Cas)
Outright
SPN, Dean/Cas, language
Tiny tumblr-inspired fic. Image below the cut.
Dean asks a question.
“So, do you wanna make out or what?”
Dean asks outright, because that’s the thing about Cas’s friendship. He might not say much and he might be kind of a dick who sometimes keeps secrets and maybe Dean has to guess what he’s thinking half the time, but he’s never going to pull a punch for Dean’s sake, to spare Dean’s feelings, he’s never going to do something to make Dean wonder if he’s just doing it to be nice. Because Cas doesn’t work like that. So rather than flirt and charm and try for what Dean’s only just realized he wants, only recently pinned down the certain kind of gravity that pulls on him whenever Cas is around, he just asks.
Cas is all concentrated eyebrows and the suspicious set of his mouth irritates Dean. That he still wants to kiss it says a lot.
“You’re asking if I’d like to kiss you?”
That’s not a ‘no’ so Dean steps forward a little. “Making out isn’t just kissing, Cas. It’s like… a lot of kissing, with some touching. It’s like getting to ride the roller coaster over and over.”
“I’ve never been on a roller coaster, Dean.”
Dean’s even closer now, fingering the lapel of Castiel’s coat. “I could show you. Like I showed you how to drive.”
Castiel pulls back when Dean just leans in and goes for it, not out of reach of his hands but Dean’s puckered up to air and feels foolish. “For being polite enough to ask for my permission, you don’t seem to be waiting for it.”
Hell, that’s aggravating, because he’s doing his best to be straight-forward, and this is what it gets him, and maybe his fists shouldn’t tighten on Cas’s lapels and maybe he shouldn’t jerk him forward closer and maybe he shouldn’t sound as frustrated as he feels when he says roughly, “dammit, Cas, yes or no?”, but all of these things happen and he’d feel like a dick except for Cas’s tiny smirk that kind of wants punching and definitely wants kissing.
“Yes,” Castiel says.
SPN, Dean/Cas, language
Tiny tumblr-inspired fic. Image below the cut.
Dean asks a question.
“So, do you wanna make out or what?”
Dean asks outright, because that’s the thing about Cas’s friendship. He might not say much and he might be kind of a dick who sometimes keeps secrets and maybe Dean has to guess what he’s thinking half the time, but he’s never going to pull a punch for Dean’s sake, to spare Dean’s feelings, he’s never going to do something to make Dean wonder if he’s just doing it to be nice. Because Cas doesn’t work like that. So rather than flirt and charm and try for what Dean’s only just realized he wants, only recently pinned down the certain kind of gravity that pulls on him whenever Cas is around, he just asks.
Cas is all concentrated eyebrows and the suspicious set of his mouth irritates Dean. That he still wants to kiss it says a lot.
“You’re asking if I’d like to kiss you?”
That’s not a ‘no’ so Dean steps forward a little. “Making out isn’t just kissing, Cas. It’s like… a lot of kissing, with some touching. It’s like getting to ride the roller coaster over and over.”
“I’ve never been on a roller coaster, Dean.”
Dean’s even closer now, fingering the lapel of Castiel’s coat. “I could show you. Like I showed you how to drive.”
Castiel pulls back when Dean just leans in and goes for it, not out of reach of his hands but Dean’s puckered up to air and feels foolish. “For being polite enough to ask for my permission, you don’t seem to be waiting for it.”
Hell, that’s aggravating, because he’s doing his best to be straight-forward, and this is what it gets him, and maybe his fists shouldn’t tighten on Cas’s lapels and maybe he shouldn’t jerk him forward closer and maybe he shouldn’t sound as frustrated as he feels when he says roughly, “dammit, Cas, yes or no?”, but all of these things happen and he’d feel like a dick except for Cas’s tiny smirk that kind of wants punching and definitely wants kissing.
“Yes,” Castiel says.