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The first ten eight people to comment with a pairing and a prompt get a kiss!drabble. Prompt can be specific ("first kiss, under the mistletoe, with people watching") or completely random ("feather"). If you don't get something within a half hour I will probably post it later tonight instead
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Gabriel's yawning as he says it. He's joined Castiel on a hill, somewhere beyond the reach of concrete roads or human eyes. It's sunrise, and the sun is sprinkling golden drops over the water.
Castiel gives him a quick glance and returns to contemplating the vista. "This is it. Are you disappointed?"
"Disappointed?" Gabriel scoffs. "No. It's fantastic. I just wish it all looked like this."
"You are a liar," Castiel says without hesitation, and Gabriel twitches. "You like the other parts better. The spoiled parts."
Castiel wrinkles his nose at spoiled, and Gabriel's anxiety fades into amusement. "You don't fool me, you big lug. You feel the exact same way. You like the seedy underbelly just as much as the pristine surface." Castiel gives him a confused look, and Gabriel laughs. "Oh, don't give me that look. You know what I'm talking about."
"The point is," Castiel says, "you like it."
"Of course I like it. But Cas, you put a family pet down when it's got rabies. This old ball's time has come."
"Sometimes I think that." Castiel turns. "Then I see the sunrise, and I think, every day the humans wake up with a new chance. New choices to make."
"And every day they screw it up in the end."
"Not every day."
"Most days. I mean, if only we could make it a world where it's always sunrise, right?"
"Gabriel. Brother." Castiel's eyes are dark blue with flecks of sun-gold. "It's always sunrise somewhere."
Gabriel takes in a breath, and Castiel reaches over to take it back.
The kiss lingers. It's warm. By the end, Gabriel's trembling. He feels it, all of Castiel's love, his hope, and he doesn't know how long his faded old cynicism can hold out against a force this powerful. It scares him, so he holds on for dear life, and that only makes it worse.
This isn't how it's supposed to be. He's supposed to be the strong one. Castiel should be trembling in his presence.
He flees, but the red sun has burned an impression into his eyes, dark spots before his vision that won't go away.
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*KNEELS AND BEGS FOR FORGIVENESS*
I ADORE THIS TO SUCH EPIC DEGREES, I CAN'T EVEN TELL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!! CAS, AND GABE, AND "IT'S ALWAYS SUNRISE SOMEWHERE" AND MY HEART WENT ALL MELTY AND OMGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!
♥ ♥ ♥
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