1078. Because it's international kissing day

[lone_defender]

KISS KISS KISS MEME
shamefully taken from this meme.
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Castiel | Supernatural | ota

[holy_hand_print]

21-06

[fighthefairies]

Drinking too much yet again had placed Dean in a rather strange mood. He had moved past his blinding rage over his past hunt that left two dead and him with some wounds. He'd be walking with a limp for a few weeks which meant that Sam had to drive. He trusted Sam with Baby, but not in the way one would think. If Dean was dead then there was no one he wanted driving her around more than Sam. If he was alive then you better be sure he was gonna be the pickiest bastard in the state over who got his hands on her. It wasn't that he didn't trust Sam's driving really. Dean preferred control to be within his grasp.

Dean had moved past that rage and right into a sort of sloppy emotional side. He felt nothing.

That was the Dean Winchester specialty though right? It sounded about right. It felt right. He was gonna go with it. That was probably why he lifted the glass to his lips and finished his drink off. He slammed it down on the bar top and smiled lazily at the female bartender. Four drinks back she was pleasant and now she just looked hot

[holy_hand_print]

It was the Dean Winchester pattern for coping. Get hurt, get angry, get drunk, do something stupid, pretend it never happened. Rinse and repeat. Castiel had become very used to this pattern, he had witnessed it often enough to know that it was part of Deans 'healing' process. It was a habit, all be it a bad one, but a habit none the less

[fighthefairies]

Why even have a car when Dean had an angel? The guy was really saving Dean a lot of money in gas, but he also didn't like the whole appearing and disappearing thing. It was annoying and it stopped him up. It wasn't natural. He wasn't a fan. It had benefits, but he wasn't driving Baby as much as he should be. His poor car. She was going to forget what Dean's face looked like if he kept on like this. This was an actual legitimate concern with Dean. Not many people worried that their car would forget what they looked like. They worried about their children forgetting them and their family members, but not their car. Dean was highly unusual. He didn't have kids and he didn't plan to ever have any. His car was enough for him. It made him happy

[holy_hand_print]

Oh yes, the angel express. Dean would always bitch about having to take it yet Castiel could get him from point A to point B in a flash. The car would somehow find a way to survive. She knew Dean loved her, she knew the place she had in his heart. If he drove her a little less now it was alright because Dean would make up for it later. Dean would drive her for hours upon end. Dean loved her.

Of course the angel was frazzled with the sudden kiss. It came out of no where, the last time he had kissed someone it had been Meg. He had been surprised her, but quickly took the situation in to his own hands and gained control. That wasn't the case with Dean. Dean kissing him had thrown him for a loop. Caught him off guard, Castiel didn't recover nearly quick enough for Deans taste. Cas was left standing there, frowning , with his coat hanging slightly off his shoulders.

"Saintly?" There wasn't a rule book as far as Castiel was concerned. Although he was sure if his brothers found out that Cas was kissing - had enjoyed kissing- Dean the

I got 17, if this is okay.

[hellunbounded]

[Sam is still getting used to this. The feeling of pressing his lips against a man, an angel, no less. The last memories he has of physical contact were from his soulless self, and that had nothing to do with love and affection, and in the Cage - well, Sam, finds it better not to think about what happened in the Cage in terms of physical contact.]

[But Cas - Cas his different in every way. When he's pressed again the wall, their lips melting and parting, over and over, he doesn't feel confined or weak. He feels the closest he's felt to loved in a long time.] Cas. [He whispers into his ear, drawing the angel in closer.]