Feb 01, 2010 22:12
For the third time in as many minutes, Cas tugged awkwardly at his waistcoat, frowning at his reflection in the mirror. When had he suddenly got so... old? He raked an annoyed hand through his hair and sighed, before turning his eyes away and across the bedroom.
"What you frowning for?" Dean questioned, catching Cas's look and sliding off of the bed to bring his arms around the other man's waist. "Today's not meant to be a day for frowning."
"Yeah, I know," Cas forced a smile, turning back to the mirror and resting his hands atop of Dean's over his stomach.
"He's a good guy, y'know."
"Yeah, I know," Cas repeated, resting his head back against Dean's shoulder.
"Then what's bothering you?"
"Feels like yesterday it was our wedding day, love. Now it's our little girl's. I feel so old. I look so old."
"Baby?" Dean grinned, bent down slightly to kiss at his husband's neck and ran a hand through his grey hair, "You're as sexy as ever to me."
[writing] request,
[featuring] dean,
[verse] perfect