Re: Dean/Castiel, wedding (4/5) oopsdachinchillaJune 2 2010, 00:28:01 UTC
Dean rolls them so that he’s on top, and now Cas is outright smiling, the sight of it so gorgeous that he almost forgets what he’d meant to say.
“Come on, Dean,” Cas growls, shifting his hips up, “Do not be a tease.”
Dean puts a hand on Cas’ chest. It isn’t enough pressure to actually hold him down, but just enough that Cas knows that staying down is what Dean wants right now. He takes a deep breath. “Cas, do you want to get married?”
Cas is shocked, eyes flown wide for two seconds before they suddenly scrunch up and he averts his face like he knows Dean’ll pluck the answer right out from it. This in itself is an answer of its own, so Dean grabs at Cas’ chin, forcing him to look at him.
“It-” Cas’ eyes are still closed, “-makes you uncomfortable-”
“But what do you want?” Dean presses. “Cas, it’s okay to want things, remember? I’m a big boy, I can take-”
“Yes, I want to marry you,” Cas snaps. That’s not the way it’s supposed to go, so Dean pulls back, allowing Cas to sit up and run a frustrated hand over his face. Cas sounds way too angry when he says, “I know it makes no sense, I know it’s unnecessary for what we already have.”
Dean waits, but Cas seems to want to leave it that. Luckily, Dean already knows the why, so he leans forward, curving his hands around the tense line of Cas’ shoulders and squeezing gently. “It’s unnecessary, but you want it anyway.”
“I would never force you,” Cas says sharply. “I would never…”
“God, Cas, just sit listen, will you?” Dean feels jittery all over, terrified and exhilarated and on the verge of throwing up, so it’s probably a good thing that Cas isn’t looking at him right now because he might never have the guts to do this otherwise. “What if I want it, too? Hey, you can even scratch the what if.”
Cas goes very, very still. His eyebrows twitch, like he cannot allow himself to understand what Dean just said. “Pardon?”
Dean grimaces. “You’re seriously going to make me repeat myself?”
Cas finally looks at Dean, but there’s a wariness in his gaze that harks back to when they barely understood each other and couldn’t talk without either or both walking away from the conversation pissed off. Dean empathetically does not like this look, because they got over that, they’re here now, and Cas should know better than to look at him like he’s afraid Dean’s going to take it back and say, “Just kidding!”
So Dean, never one for words, presses his mouth to Cas’ by way of making himself clear. He ignores the lack of response to slot their lips together in perfect familiarity, licking in deep until Cas gasps like it’s the first time they’ve tasted to each other.
It’s not long at all before Cas melts into a huge piece of putty angel that Dean can easily push back down on to the bed. They kiss and breathe and kiss, Cas making soft happy noises that can go on forever as far as Dean’s concerned, arousal nothing more than a gentle background hum that doesn’t feel important right now.
Dean pulls his mouth away to breathe, but he doesn’t go far, trailing lips along Cas’ cheek.
“There are…” Cas sighs when Dean bites gently at his jaw. “…no rites for it. For us. For what I am, and what you are.”
Re: Dean/Castiel, wedding (5/5)dachinchillaJune 2 2010, 00:28:22 UTC
Dean pulls back to study Cas’ face. He looks hopeful now, eyes bright with nervous anticipation just like they’d been the first time they’d kissed and opened up this whole new world for them. Whatever fears Dean had had feel stupid and inconsequential with the way Cas is smiling at him now.
“Words are important to you guys, right?” Dean asks.
Cas nods.
After taking a deep breath, Dean smiles and says, “Yes.”
Apparently, that’s enough, because the world moves. Just because it’s a fucking cliché doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen; that’s the only way Dean can think of to describe how reality suddenly shifts and he’s looking at Cas - the real Cas, pale grey eyes on an androgynous face that would be completely alien if Dean weren’t already intimately acquainted with that expression of exhilarated pleasure - and he's feeling Cas - or something unearthly and powerful humming all the way through Dean’s body like Cas is pressing into him for kiss that’s deeper than anything Dean’s ever known - before the rush slowly fades away and it's just the two of them, lying in bed, staring at each other.
“Wow,” Cas says.
“Yeah.” Dean wonders if he looks half as shelf-shocked as Cas. “Huh.”
“There is no precedent for this,” Cas says. “But I need to... I feel like I have to...”
Dean rolls his eyes. “I think you can tell me anything at this point.”
“I need to fly,” Cas says firmly. “In celebration. It’s too… I feel like I cannot be contained.”
“Okay.” Dean nods, certain of this one thing. “Take me with you.”
Re: Dean/Castiel, wedding (5/5)janie_tangerineJune 2 2010, 11:07:17 UTC
kjdsadjsadhjakshdjksad *keymashes* you turned me into a melting puddle of squee or something. This was just so precious, I loved it so much. And God, I loved that there was no ritual and that all it took was saying yes, AWWWWWW *melts again* This was so good and so perfectly schmoopy, A+++++++. ;)
Re: Dean/Castiel, wedding (5/5)dachinchillaJune 3 2010, 13:17:27 UTC
Yay, thank you! I think having an elaborate obscure ritual would be a fascinating way to go about it, too, but that'd need more space than a commenfic.
“Come on, Dean,” Cas growls, shifting his hips up, “Do not be a tease.”
Dean puts a hand on Cas’ chest. It isn’t enough pressure to actually hold him down, but just enough that Cas knows that staying down is what Dean wants right now. He takes a deep breath. “Cas, do you want to get married?”
Cas is shocked, eyes flown wide for two seconds before they suddenly scrunch up and he averts his face like he knows Dean’ll pluck the answer right out from it. This in itself is an answer of its own, so Dean grabs at Cas’ chin, forcing him to look at him.
“It-” Cas’ eyes are still closed, “-makes you uncomfortable-”
“But what do you want?” Dean presses. “Cas, it’s okay to want things, remember? I’m a big boy, I can take-”
“Yes, I want to marry you,” Cas snaps. That’s not the way it’s supposed to go, so Dean pulls back, allowing Cas to sit up and run a frustrated hand over his face. Cas sounds way too angry when he says, “I know it makes no sense, I know it’s unnecessary for what we already have.”
Dean waits, but Cas seems to want to leave it that. Luckily, Dean already knows the why, so he leans forward, curving his hands around the tense line of Cas’ shoulders and squeezing gently. “It’s unnecessary, but you want it anyway.”
“I would never force you,” Cas says sharply. “I would never…”
“God, Cas, just sit listen, will you?” Dean feels jittery all over, terrified and exhilarated and on the verge of throwing up, so it’s probably a good thing that Cas isn’t looking at him right now because he might never have the guts to do this otherwise. “What if I want it, too? Hey, you can even scratch the what if.”
Cas goes very, very still. His eyebrows twitch, like he cannot allow himself to understand what Dean just said. “Pardon?”
Dean grimaces. “You’re seriously going to make me repeat myself?”
Cas finally looks at Dean, but there’s a wariness in his gaze that harks back to when they barely understood each other and couldn’t talk without either or both walking away from the conversation pissed off. Dean empathetically does not like this look, because they got over that, they’re here now, and Cas should know better than to look at him like he’s afraid Dean’s going to take it back and say, “Just kidding!”
So Dean, never one for words, presses his mouth to Cas’ by way of making himself clear. He ignores the lack of response to slot their lips together in perfect familiarity, licking in deep until Cas gasps like it’s the first time they’ve tasted to each other.
It’s not long at all before Cas melts into a huge piece of putty angel that Dean can easily push back down on to the bed. They kiss and breathe and kiss, Cas making soft happy noises that can go on forever as far as Dean’s concerned, arousal nothing more than a gentle background hum that doesn’t feel important right now.
Dean pulls his mouth away to breathe, but he doesn’t go far, trailing lips along Cas’ cheek.
“There are…” Cas sighs when Dean bites gently at his jaw. “…no rites for it. For us. For what I am, and what you are.”
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“Words are important to you guys, right?” Dean asks.
Cas nods.
After taking a deep breath, Dean smiles and says, “Yes.”
Apparently, that’s enough, because the world moves. Just because it’s a fucking cliché doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen; that’s the only way Dean can think of to describe how reality suddenly shifts and he’s looking at Cas - the real Cas, pale grey eyes on an androgynous face that would be completely alien if Dean weren’t already intimately acquainted with that expression of exhilarated pleasure - and he's feeling Cas - or something unearthly and powerful humming all the way through Dean’s body like Cas is pressing into him for kiss that’s deeper than anything Dean’s ever known - before the rush slowly fades away and it's just the two of them, lying in bed, staring at each other.
“Wow,” Cas says.
“Yeah.” Dean wonders if he looks half as shelf-shocked as Cas. “Huh.”
“There is no precedent for this,” Cas says. “But I need to... I feel like I have to...”
Dean rolls his eyes. “I think you can tell me anything at this point.”
“I need to fly,” Cas says firmly. “In celebration. It’s too… I feel like I cannot be contained.”
“Okay.” Dean nods, certain of this one thing. “Take me with you.”
He does.
FINISSSSSSSS
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I'm the biggest puddle of goo ever. EVER, I TELL YOU.
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Thank you that was lovely.
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