Comments | possemagnet: like a stranger in the night.

possemagnet

like a stranger in the night.

Nov 19, 2010 23:08

Continued from Castiel's bar date.

[ Dean hadn't been counting on Cas to just leave a perfectly good pity fuck and tap him out of existence like that. He certainly didn't expect to be transported back to their hotel room while simultaneously being put to sleep. He must have pissed him off. He knew that ( Read more... )

verse: undisclosed desires, who: hey_assbutt, who: castiel

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hey_assbutt November 21 2010, 08:50:27 UTC

[ He didn't want a good pity fuck. He just wanted Dean and Dean wasn't having it. So Cas wasn't going to push it. Cas would have just up and gone after making sure he was okay before he just pushed forward into the man's dream, tilting his head curiously to the side as he stood in Dean's dream. It wasn't very...'special', it was just the back of the Impala. The angel tilting his head to the side as he felt his body heat up again, knowing that Dean was close-by before stepping out of the Impala into the empty field. ]

You have the oddest dreams, Dean.

possemagnet November 21 2010, 08:53:54 UTC

They're not odd just because they're simple, dude.

[ Dean was quick to reply. His hands were tucked behind the crown of his head and his jean draped legs were hanging out of the already ajar door. He was irritated, yeah, that he was poofed into dream world but he also trusted Cas to take care of him and figured he'd gone too far with the dating advice. ] Sorry... uh, about the bimbos.

hey_assbutt November 21 2010, 09:00:56 UTC

They're not what one would expect.

[ He looks on at the field before back at Dean, tilting his head to the side as he looked over to him. He tried not to smile, pursing his lips together as he leaned against the Impala. ] They were expected.

possemagnet November 21 2010, 09:03:19 UTC

The good ones are a lot like this.

[ Dean shot back, returning that smile with a smile of his own. The hunter toed out of his boots and let his socked feet knead the cushion, a contented groan leaving his lips. But the ones you send me into usually are.

[ Dean wouldn't lie. He was still drunk. No chance of waking up through this one but all the same enjoying the sun wash over his face and beat down against his chest, having his friend close by. ]

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