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ANGST MEME

Sometimes we all want to play some angst and see just how far our characters and and will fall.

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1. just depressed.
Things are tough, you're feeling worn out, or whatever the case, you're depressed. You need help or someone

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Hallelujah

[alifeordinary]

[All things considered, Dean thinks they managed to stave off the inevitable for a particularly impressive length of time. Cas has been living with him for months now, even if they weren't, you know, together during that entire time. Living with someone still opens up plenty of room for argument- not to mention Dean's truly assholeish nature, which surfaces fairly regularly even if 95% of the time it isn't directed at Cas.

Then again, Cas is like a hippy peace guru. Maybe they didn't do as impressively as he's hoping. He's pretty sure if they were at an ashram right now he'd have been kicked out for disturbing the vibes. Whatever, screw it, the Beatles got kicked out of an ashram and they're the Beatles.

He can't help the petulant frown that forms as Cas smirks at him. Stupid fucking nature and boiling water and pot and Jesus what the hell. But then he reaches into the sink and actually eats a soggy, crappy noodle.

That's probably the sweetest damn thing he's ever seen. Also the grossest.

Rewind. Cas brought beer. That's the sweetest thing he's ever seen. He strides forward, tugs it from his hand to gently set it on the counter without really looking, and ducks in to press their lips together in the same fluid motion. Screw fighting. Fuck that noise.]

[mojofree]

[Eeeeeeh... Cas isn't as peaceful as he lets on. Oh sure, he tries to be, but in truth he does have a bit of a temper that he works to keep clamped down most of the time. The smoking helps, but really... Underneath it all he's a pretty grumpy guy, cynical and sarcastic and with pretty good reason. Still, for the most part, he manages to keep it under wraps and shoved away, compartmentalized into that section of his brain with Old Life stamped on it. It takes a special combination of factors to bring it out... But that doesn't mean it's not there.

If they were in an ashram, they'd probably have been kicked out around the time they decided to fool around in the shower, or even decided to get together at all. Abstinence is one teaching Cas chooses to ignore, and if that disturbs the vibe, well... He's willing to deal with that.

He's still in the process of chewing that noodle- and for some reason despite its soggy appearance it's actually chewy enough that it's sticking to his teeth and refusing to go down his throat all the way- when Dean leans forward, plucks the beer from his hand to set it on the table, and closes the distance between them by sealing their mouths together.

Huh. Incentive to get that noodle out of the way as quickly as possible... He does manage to gulp it down, fortunately, right around the time a surprised hum is making its way out of the back of his throat. That's... This isn't what he was expecting... But then again, it isn't usually, not where Dean's concerned, and after a second's pause he leans forward himself, presses his lips more firmly against Dean's as his hands come up to rest at his sides, fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt.

This is nice, this is so much better than fighting or even talking... Though he supposes that's probably going to have to happen later.

Later. As in not now. Damn is he glad he shut that door.]