Title: Until That Morning (Honey, Nothing's Gonna Harm You)
Pairing(s): Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG-13 (I KNOW RIGHT, WTF VIN?)
Warnings: Just boykissing. And SNOCONES. \o/
Word Count: 100
Summary: Sticky Texas summers and snocones and colored kisses.
Written for
deancas100, which you should have joined yesterday! Go go go!
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Summer is sticky-sweet, strawberry juice coiling down his arm, candy clicking against his teeth. In San Antonio they stop and buy sno-cones, kick their feet over the Riverwalk. Sam is waxing poetic about the Alamo, unconditional bravery, surrender, but Dean can’t focus on anything but the blue streak of Castiel’s tongue, darting and licking, melting and crunching ice crystals.
Dean kisses him right there in the middle of the bridge. Blue-raspberry meets cherry and Castiel’s tongue is cold enough to make Dean’s skin prickle. Castiel smiles when Dean pulls back, skin flushing sunburn-red, lips curving into a candy-colored Cheshire smile.
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Extra snocones for anyone who can tell me what the title's from!