Re: 5.04-verse, dean/future!cas 2/3janie_tangerineJune 2 2010, 00:57:15 UTC
"Oh, shut it. I got it," Dean says, because he isn't an idiot and he fucking did get it, and then he drags Cas forward by the wrist trying not to pull too hard on it and as he brings an arm around Cas' waist and one around his shoulders he wonders if maybe he should have done this a long time ago. Maybe even before he ended up in this clusterfuck of a future. Well, he has a list for when he gets back, if he does. (Until now, it just had two points, #1: kick Zach's ass, #2 call Sam as soon as #1 is done; now it also has: #3, give the damn angel a hug once in a while even if it's a threat to your stupid image. He has seen where keeping the image brought him, and he doesn't like it one bit, and if this Cas feels like... stealing, or however do you want to call it, some fucked up hugging in the middle of the night there has to be a reason.)
He's keeping his hold light when he realizes that Cas' arms aren't reaching back up and that he's keeping them on his sides. He closes the distance between them a bit then, and he feels Cas shiver.
"Dean...? What..." Cas whispers against his shoulder, and Dean brings a hand up and lets it cup the back of Cas' neck.
"Just so you know, I wasn't planning on changing your position before you did it yourself. It's okay, dammit."
"Is it?"
Cas' voice sounds halfway between wrecked and insanely happy and well, fuck, Dean isn't still as fucked as his counterpart and he can't say no.
"Yeah, 'course it is," and he has barely finished speaking when Cas' arms raise from the side and they're around Dean's shoulders, the grip so hard that for a second he's out of breath. And then he grips back as hard because he really can't not, and he tries to ignore the clenching that starts somewhere inside him when Cas literally melts into him and buries his head in Dean's shoulder. He's literally shaking from relief and well, Dean has wanted to punch himself at times, but the only reason he isn't doing that now is that it would totally fuck the point of this, and so he stays where is and leans down on the bed instead, bringing Cas down with him.
At that, Cas just lets out a noise that sounds quite contented against his shoulder and he's actually whispering something over Dean's skin, but it's so low that Dean doesn't get anything. But it's fine, he isn't sure he wants to. He starts carding his hand through Cas' hair instead because he physically needs to make this whole crap as much better as he can and he'll try anything; it seems to work because Cas lets out that small, contented noise again, and if to Dean's ears it sounds like it was begging to be let out he ignores it. He lets a hand reach under that ridiculous shirt of Cas' and starts rubbing circles on the warm, naked skin under his palm, and in return Cas' hold tightens again. And he doesn't know when Cas actually moves his head and Dean actually leans back, but Cas is looking at him with eyes that are so wide and so blue and so goddamn fucking thankful that he can just lean forward and press their lips together.
Cas gasps for a second before pressing back, and there comes the surprise because all things considered, there should have been... well, tongue, teeth, maybe even blood; instead it becomes the fucking chastest kiss Dean ever shared with anyone, just lips against lips and not even the hint of anything else. Which, considering that Cas was planning an orgy for the evening, doesn't add, but it feels quite good and if Dean's hand reaches down to cup the back of Cas' neck and starts rubbing small circles there he thinks he can feel Cas' lips slightly curling up against his.
He's keeping his hold light when he realizes that Cas' arms aren't reaching back up and that he's keeping them on his sides. He closes the distance between them a bit then, and he feels Cas shiver.
"Dean...? What..." Cas whispers against his shoulder, and Dean brings a hand up and lets it cup the back of Cas' neck.
"Just so you know, I wasn't planning on changing your position before you did it yourself. It's okay, dammit."
"Is it?"
Cas' voice sounds halfway between wrecked and insanely happy and well, fuck, Dean isn't still as fucked as his counterpart and he can't say no.
"Yeah, 'course it is," and he has barely finished speaking when Cas' arms raise from the side and they're around Dean's shoulders, the grip so hard that for a second he's out of breath. And then he grips back as hard because he really can't not, and he tries to ignore the clenching that starts somewhere inside him when Cas literally melts into him and buries his head in Dean's shoulder. He's literally shaking from relief and well, Dean has wanted to punch himself at times, but the only reason he isn't doing that now is that it would totally fuck the point of this, and so he stays where is and leans down on the bed instead, bringing Cas down with him.
At that, Cas just lets out a noise that sounds quite contented against his shoulder and he's actually whispering something over Dean's skin, but it's so low that Dean doesn't get anything. But it's fine, he isn't sure he wants to. He starts carding his hand through Cas' hair instead because he physically needs to make this whole crap as much better as he can and he'll try anything; it seems to work because Cas lets out that small, contented noise again, and if to Dean's ears it sounds like it was begging to be let out he ignores it. He lets a hand reach under that ridiculous shirt of Cas' and starts rubbing circles on the warm, naked skin under his palm, and in return Cas' hold tightens again. And he doesn't know when Cas actually moves his head and Dean actually leans back, but Cas is looking at him with eyes that are so wide and so blue and so goddamn fucking thankful that he can just lean forward and press their lips together.
Cas gasps for a second before pressing back, and there comes the surprise because all things considered, there should have been... well, tongue, teeth, maybe even blood; instead it becomes the fucking chastest kiss Dean ever shared with anyone, just lips against lips and not even the hint of anything else. Which, considering that Cas was planning an orgy for the evening, doesn't add, but it feels quite good and if Dean's hand reaches down to cup the back of Cas' neck and starts rubbing small circles there he thinks he can feel Cas' lips slightly curling up against his.
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