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And today was another slow day at work, so another drabble. Clearly, business needs to start picking up before I drabble myself to death. But since I went in for the deancastiel drabble challenge, death by drabble it is!
White and Star-furred
Dean/Castiel, falling.
PG
100 words
Title nicked from Wallace Stevens.
Castiel bares his wings.
Dean can’t see them, but he can feel them-lighter than wind, softer too. Each feather falls against the other, susurrating. In his ears, there’s a ringing: bell-like, glass-clear but denser, unbreakable.
The sensation blankets him, falls around him like snow until he settles-settles deep into his own skin, covered by this second one.
It’s like Christmas in the movies, like his mother kissing his eyes closed at night.
It’s nothing like that when Castiel presses his mouth to Dean’s ear, whispers secrets that have no words.
Secrets breathed between them, stolen and given back.
White and Star-furred
Dean/Castiel, falling.
PG
100 words
Title nicked from Wallace Stevens.
Castiel bares his wings.
Dean can’t see them, but he can feel them-lighter than wind, softer too. Each feather falls against the other, susurrating. In his ears, there’s a ringing: bell-like, glass-clear but denser, unbreakable.
The sensation blankets him, falls around him like snow until he settles-settles deep into his own skin, covered by this second one.
It’s like Christmas in the movies, like his mother kissing his eyes closed at night.
It’s nothing like that when Castiel presses his mouth to Dean’s ear, whispers secrets that have no words.
Secrets breathed between them, stolen and given back.