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.
“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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