Oh, it's this again ~
OKAY THIS NEEDS TO BE HUGE GUISE BECAUSE I MEAN C'MON NOW
THE DEAN/CAS/SAM LOVE MEME
BECAUSE I MISS IT EVERY TIME IT'S GONE. The rules are always the same, plus new shiny things:
IN THE MEME YOU CAN DO ANY COMBO OF THE PAIRINGS THIS MEANS YOU CAN DO
- DEAN/CASTIEL
- SAM/CASTIEL
- DEAN/SAM
- SAM/DEAN/CASTIEL
I mean, the whole point of this meme is to ( Read more... )
THE DEAN/CAS/SAM LOVE MEME
BECAUSE I MISS IT EVERY TIME IT'S GONE. The rules are always the same, plus new shiny things:
IN THE MEME YOU CAN DO ANY COMBO OF THE PAIRINGS THIS MEANS YOU CAN DO
- DEAN/CASTIEL
- SAM/CASTIEL
- DEAN/SAM
- SAM/DEAN/CASTIEL
I mean, the whole point of this meme is to ( Read more... )
"What's that?" Sam asks, and Dean is sort of tempted to keep it for himself, but he swallows the urge down and hands the Polaroid it to his brother.
"Huh," is Sam's response. "Wonder how high up this was taken?"
That night, Dean shows the photo to Castiel, wedged between the angel and his brother, and Castiel looks at it for a moment, and then kisses him. "It is beautiful," he says, "but I prefer to look upon you."
The second photo is left on the nightstand of the motel they're staying at, and it's a photo that Dean can appreciate more than Sam: a perfectly framed shot of the Impala, all sleek, black lines and the glint of sunlight off her hood. Sam, waking up after Dean, laughs and tucks his head against Dean's neck.
"You love that car more than me," he says, and Dean scowls, and sets about proving his brother wrong. The photo flutters to the floor, forgotten for the moment, but Dean picks it up later and, as discretely as he can, folds it into his wallet, and feels its presence there for the rest of the day.
The third photo isn't left anywhere at all, because Dean hears the click of the camera late at night, and he opens his eyes to a bright flash. Castiel stands at the foot of the bed, for once not wearing his omnipresent trench coat. He seems less intimidating for it; he's holding a camera in one hand, one of the old ones, a Polaroid, and in the other he's holding an undeveloped photo.
"Cas," Dean says, and, beside him, Sam grumbles sleepy complaint. "What are you doing?"
"You are beautiful together. I wanted to...preserve this moment."
"Should've known it was you." Dean yawns, and then, stretching out his arm, pats the small amount of space to his right. "Come to bed?"
"The photo..."
"Photo's not the real thing," Dean says. "Gotta live the moment before you preserve it."
Castiel tilts his head, considering. After a moment, he steps sideways, around the bed, and sets both the camera and the developing photo on the nightstand. He kicks off his shoes (the human way, slowed by laces, and Dean finds it stupidly, incongruously sexy), and loosens the top two buttons of his shirt, and then, warmer than any human could ever be, he slides into bed next to Dean. Sam's furrowed brow smooths out, and Dean closes his eyes and sleeps easily, and deeply.
In the morning, he finds the photo on the floor, fallen sometime in the night: him and Sam, with Dean's arm flung above his head, and Sam's tossed over his brother's chest, their bodies curled towards each other like commas. Any gallery would consider it a work of art, but Dean finds it lacking.
He shows it to Sam, who laughs and says, "Well, yeah, I mean...of course it's not right. Castiel isn't in the picture."
"We should fix that," Dean says, and Sam laughs again, and nods.
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LOVE
THIS
FOREVER
ELKRHEPI5YI3PFHPOIHJFDSKAHDSLAKFHLASD ;_______; OMG IT'S THE BEST BB THANK YOU <3
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LOVE FOREVER. YOU WROTE OT3
I am so, so happy. This is amazing. Cas is so Castiel-y and the image at the end of him dressing down and coming to bed is really strong and well-written. Oh god please never stop writing everrrr <33333333333333333333333333333
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Blessed Be
Lilith.
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