Dean/Castiel, wedding (1/4)dachinchillaJune 1 2010, 23:56:25 UTC
(Okay, so your prompt was like: WEDDING! but this is more like the build up to a wedding, and isn't even a proper wedding at that, but... IDK, I hope you like?)
The seed takes hold when Sam comes rushing into the house to breathlessly announce that Alice said yes.
Dean is surprised; he knew it was serious but not that serious, though apparently he’s the only one because Ben is raising a hand to high-five Sam and Cas is putting the newspaper down to declare his congratulations while Sam putters and gasps and makes stupid girly noises before collapsing on the floor. Dean is still staring, brain stuck on “Huh”, while Cas gracefully sinks down next to Sam on the floor to offer a hug
( ... )
Re: Dean/Castiel, wedding (2/4)dachinchillaJune 2 2010, 00:02:14 UTC
“I suppose,” Cas replies, which is annoyingly vague. He carefully rolls off Dean to lie on his back, breathing deeply with his eyes shut. Dean’s fluent in the many non-expressions of Cas’ face, but just when he’s about to figure this one out, Cas is up and getting his clothes. “There is some business I must attend to in Heaven. I will be back in a few days.”
“Right.” Dean watches as Cas pulls his clothes on (a ritual that’s technically unnecessary but established early on as necessary for Dean, connoisseur of the reverse striptease), and there’s something about the way Cas is avoiding his eyes that makes Dean reach out and grab his arm. “Cas.”
Cas looks at him, and for the briefest moment it’s like a goddamn timewarp, those blue eyes as incomprehensible as a stranger’s until Cas remembers himself and his expression softens. “I promise I will not be gone more than week.”
Dean snorts. “Hey, it’s not like I’m needy, or anything-” The words are cut off when Cas kisses him.
This is familiar, the taste and smell of Cas that Dean’s
( ... )
Just say yes alreadymitsuki_shizukaMay 30 2010, 21:50:44 UTC
"That's insane, we're both already married, hell, you got married not so long ago!" Misha yelled as he scooted back on the couch to face Jensen properly. "What did you expect me to say, Jen, seriously
( ... )
(1/2) Dean/Castiel, "I love you"devilsduplicityMay 30 2010, 13:58:28 UTC
The first time was a slip of the tongue and a lack of real sobriety.
"I love-- uh..."
Dean was sitting in a ratty old booth across from his brother; another back-roads, family-run diner to add to the never-ending list of déja vu-induced attractions the Winchesters could tick off their list of Been There, Done That. He'd been talking to Sam about their latest hunt; had jolted in surprise when the air beside him had shifted, parted, and made way for the presence of the trench coat-clad member of their little ragtag group. The smile that flit across his lips was sudden and irrepressible.
'Hey, Cas,' his mind had supplied, but his mouth had different plans, and before he knew it, 'love' -- the heaviest word known to man -- had been flung out into the ether.
Sam raised an eyebrow, curious, and Cas merely tipped his head to the side and regarded Dean with a warm, neutral air.
The waitress came in about that time, set a plate with a giant slice of pie down in front of Dean, and the subsequent clatter jolted him into action.
(2/3) *coughs* Dean/Castiel, "I love you"devilsduplicityMay 30 2010, 14:02:27 UTC
"Not with you hanging over me, breathing down my neck."
The body behind him, though already still, somehow froze even further.
"Why not?" There was no insult there, simply curiosity and confusion.
Dean closed his eyes, opened them again.
"As much as I love having you as my personal stalker, Cas, it's... kinda distracting."
There was that word again. 'Love'. But it was okay when his voice was laced with heavy sarcasm, right? It was acceptable then. Didn't matter if it might or might not be true... or not. No one needed to know that, even if the one not knowing was the only one who really knew.
... God, his head hurt.
Dean shifted, went to lay his head down, but Castiel pressed a hand to his side, slid an arm against his pillow, pushed it out of the way, and before Dean could help it, he was laying his temple against the suit jacket of said personal stalker. He sighed, deflated, thought about complaining, but eventually let his eyelids flutter shut in silent defeat.
"I'm not a woman," he said, voice smooth, no longer tight, but
( ... )
(3/3) *coughs* Dean/Castiel, "I love you"devilsduplicityMay 30 2010, 14:06:40 UTC
"Here, take it," Dean said, pressing the firework closer. Cas flinched back.
The moment pinpointed to a single beat of time, then; like a clock tick-tocking away until the second-hand struck the top, and the hour went careening into the unknown.
Dean pulled the stick back, watched as it fizzed out, then gave a little shrug.
"Don't know why you're so afraid," he said. "It reminds me of you -- the first time we met. Remember?" His grin was wide, nostalgic. "The floodlights didn't agree with you."
"You stabbed me in the chest," Castiel pointed out.
"Yeah, well, you had this look of imminent rape on your face. I was justified."
Cas blinked, and Dean waved him off.
"Go get another one."
He did as told, blinking out of existence only to come striding back with another sparkler in tow. This time, Dean made him hold it; wrapped one hand around Castiel's for support, then flickered the flame across the top and pulled away when the sparks went flying. The angel was still a little stunned at first -- not necessarily afraid, but rather
( ... )
Alright Kevin, you oughta know better than to say Mating within earshot of me- though it was kinda weird doing it with Grace and not fangs, still I hope I did alright by ya. :D
~~~~~~~~~Cas’ body gave way beneath Dean’s touch. The hunter sliding home, ‘til he was fully sheathed within the impossibly tight confines of his angel. He moved slowly, deliberately. He wanted this to last forever, just him and Cas and something he could finally admit to himself was love. That’s why they were here after all, Cas was officially laying Claim to him, marking his body and soul as his forever, even in the afterlife Dean and Cas would find each other- a thought that sent wonderful chills through his bones
( ... )
Slowly what should’ve been a fierce blinding light flowed from Castiel, his being forming into a fusion of aether and earth. His body clenching down on Dean while breathes of aether surrounded him.
Dean could feel Castiel’s arms wrapped tightly around him and he could feel strands of aether holding him close. He opened his eyes and he saw. He saw Castiel in his purple tinged being, so beautiful, Dean finally understand the term ‘rapture’ ‘cause seeing Cas like this, nothing could be more exhilarating. “Cas,” he gasped, watching and feeling the beauty of his angel
( ... )
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The seed takes hold when Sam comes rushing into the house to breathlessly announce that Alice said yes.
Dean is surprised; he knew it was serious but not that serious, though apparently he’s the only one because Ben is raising a hand to high-five Sam and Cas is putting the newspaper down to declare his congratulations while Sam putters and gasps and makes stupid girly noises before collapsing on the floor. Dean is still staring, brain stuck on “Huh”, while Cas gracefully sinks down next to Sam on the floor to offer a hug ( ... )
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“Right.” Dean watches as Cas pulls his clothes on (a ritual that’s technically unnecessary but established early on as necessary for Dean, connoisseur of the reverse striptease), and there’s something about the way Cas is avoiding his eyes that makes Dean reach out and grab his arm. “Cas.”
Cas looks at him, and for the briefest moment it’s like a goddamn timewarp, those blue eyes as incomprehensible as a stranger’s until Cas remembers himself and his expression softens. “I promise I will not be gone more than week.”
Dean snorts. “Hey, it’s not like I’m needy, or anything-” The words are cut off when Cas kisses him.
This is familiar, the taste and smell of Cas that Dean’s ( ... )
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"I love-- uh..."
Dean was sitting in a ratty old booth across from his brother; another back-roads, family-run diner to add to the never-ending list of déja vu-induced attractions the Winchesters could tick off their list of Been There, Done That. He'd been talking to Sam about their latest hunt; had jolted in surprise when the air beside him had shifted, parted, and made way for the presence of the trench coat-clad member of their little ragtag group. The smile that flit across his lips was sudden and irrepressible.
'Hey, Cas,' his mind had supplied, but his mouth had different plans, and before he knew it, 'love' -- the heaviest word known to man -- had been flung out into the ether.
Sam raised an eyebrow, curious, and Cas merely tipped his head to the side and regarded Dean with a warm, neutral air.
The waitress came in about that time, set a plate with a giant slice of pie down in front of Dean, and the subsequent clatter jolted him into action.
"Pie," he ( ... )
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The body behind him, though already still, somehow froze even further.
"Why not?" There was no insult there, simply curiosity and confusion.
Dean closed his eyes, opened them again.
"As much as I love having you as my personal stalker, Cas, it's... kinda distracting."
There was that word again. 'Love'. But it was okay when his voice was laced with heavy sarcasm, right? It was acceptable then. Didn't matter if it might or might not be true... or not. No one needed to know that, even if the one not knowing was the only one who really knew.
... God, his head hurt.
Dean shifted, went to lay his head down, but Castiel pressed a hand to his side, slid an arm against his pillow, pushed it out of the way, and before Dean could help it, he was laying his temple against the suit jacket of said personal stalker. He sighed, deflated, thought about complaining, but eventually let his eyelids flutter shut in silent defeat.
"I'm not a woman," he said, voice smooth, no longer tight, but ( ... )
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The moment pinpointed to a single beat of time, then; like a clock tick-tocking away until the second-hand struck the top, and the hour went careening into the unknown.
Dean pulled the stick back, watched as it fizzed out, then gave a little shrug.
"Don't know why you're so afraid," he said. "It reminds me of you -- the first time we met. Remember?" His grin was wide, nostalgic. "The floodlights didn't agree with you."
"You stabbed me in the chest," Castiel pointed out.
"Yeah, well, you had this look of imminent rape on your face. I was justified."
Cas blinked, and Dean waved him off.
"Go get another one."
He did as told, blinking out of existence only to come striding back with another sparkler in tow. This time, Dean made him hold it; wrapped one hand around Castiel's for support, then flickered the flame across the top and pulled away when the sparks went flying. The angel was still a little stunned at first -- not necessarily afraid, but rather ( ... )
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~~~~~~~~~Cas’ body gave way beneath Dean’s touch. The hunter sliding home, ‘til he was fully sheathed within the impossibly tight confines of his angel. He moved slowly, deliberately. He wanted this to last forever, just him and Cas and something he could finally admit to himself was love. That’s why they were here after all, Cas was officially laying Claim to him, marking his body and soul as his forever, even in the afterlife Dean and Cas would find each other- a thought that sent wonderful chills through his bones ( ... )
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Dean could feel Castiel’s arms wrapped tightly around him and he could feel strands of aether holding him close. He opened his eyes and he saw. He saw Castiel in his purple tinged being, so beautiful, Dean finally understand the term ‘rapture’ ‘cause seeing Cas like this, nothing could be more exhilarating. “Cas,” he gasped, watching and feeling the beauty of his angel ( ... )
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