Pairings: Castiel/Dean.
Rating: Explicit.
Genre and tropes: Domesticity, some fluff, some h/c, virginity, oral sex, cuddles, cookie-dough fights, fairy tale.
Word count: 14k.
Spoilers: Plenty for March-Stalkers Mighty, none for the show.
Summary: Dean had always looked at him like that. He’d always looked at Castiel and made him into something new, something that Dean believed in so strongly that it became reality before Castiel had even noticed he was changing.
Warnings: Grief, and mention of character deaths that took place before the story opens.
Notes: Timestamp to March-Stalkers Mighty: Castiel's point of view of key scenes and sequences during the action of MSM and after it. Given this retells parts of that story but doesn’t detail the action in between, it will make very little sense without having read the main fic.
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“You gotta open your eyes, Cas,” Dean whispered in his ear, breath huffing distraction down the side of Castiel’s neck.
“My eyes are open,” Castiel grumbled at him, and promptly made a liar of himself as Dean tucked his nose into the crook of Castiel’s neck and laughed, as Dean’s hand on his waist shifted with the horse’s movement and brushed warm against Castiel’s skin through the loose ties at the side of his tunic.
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