Dean/Castiel, wedding (1/4)dachinchillaJune 1 2010, 23:56:25 UTC
(Okay, so your prompt was like: WEDDING! but this is more like the build up to a wedding, and isn't even a proper wedding at that, but... IDK, I hope you like?)
The seed takes hold when Sam comes rushing into the house to breathlessly announce that Alice said yes.
Dean is surprised; he knew it was serious but not that serious, though apparently he’s the only one because Ben is raising a hand to high-five Sam and Cas is putting the newspaper down to declare his congratulations while Sam putters and gasps and makes stupid girly noises before collapsing on the floor. Dean is still staring, brain stuck on “Huh”, while Cas gracefully sinks down next to Sam on the floor to offer a hug
( ... )
Re: Dean/Castiel, wedding (2/4)dachinchillaJune 2 2010, 00:02:14 UTC
“I suppose,” Cas replies, which is annoyingly vague. He carefully rolls off Dean to lie on his back, breathing deeply with his eyes shut. Dean’s fluent in the many non-expressions of Cas’ face, but just when he’s about to figure this one out, Cas is up and getting his clothes. “There is some business I must attend to in Heaven. I will be back in a few days.”
“Right.” Dean watches as Cas pulls his clothes on (a ritual that’s technically unnecessary but established early on as necessary for Dean, connoisseur of the reverse striptease), and there’s something about the way Cas is avoiding his eyes that makes Dean reach out and grab his arm. “Cas.”
Cas looks at him, and for the briefest moment it’s like a goddamn timewarp, those blue eyes as incomprehensible as a stranger’s until Cas remembers himself and his expression softens. “I promise I will not be gone more than week.”
Dean snorts. “Hey, it’s not like I’m needy, or anything-” The words are cut off when Cas kisses him.
This is familiar, the taste and smell of Cas that Dean’s
( ... )
Re: Dean/Castiel, wedding (3/4)dachinchillaJune 2 2010, 00:06:36 UTC
“Shut up, bitch, it’s the thought that counts.” Dean could feel bad that he isn’t instantly memorizing everything Sam’s saying about the autumn wedding and how they’re going to keep it simple and whatever, because Cas has been thinking hard enough about marriage that he’d come to the correct conclusion on Dean’s opinion of it. Not that Cas had given any hint about these thoughts, because that would’ve just been weird.
Weirder still is how now Dean can’t stop thinking about it.
Cas is important. He is important to Cas. They’ve been drawn to each other even before they’d started sleeping together, like tectonic plates of inevitability (which makes earthquakes analogous to the awesome sex they keep having which - heh) and now they just… are. They’ve been through enough shit together to believe in each other, in breath and bone and blood, and that doesn’t need some pretty words or a fancy ceremony to make it real
( ... )
Re: Dean/Castiel, wedding (4/5) oopsdachinchillaJune 2 2010, 00:28:01 UTC
Dean rolls them so that he’s on top, and now Cas is outright smiling, the sight of it so gorgeous that he almost forgets what he’d meant to say.
“Come on, Dean,” Cas growls, shifting his hips up, “Do not be a tease.”
Dean puts a hand on Cas’ chest. It isn’t enough pressure to actually hold him down, but just enough that Cas knows that staying down is what Dean wants right now. He takes a deep breath. “Cas, do you want to get married?”
Cas is shocked, eyes flown wide for two seconds before they suddenly scrunch up and he averts his face like he knows Dean’ll pluck the answer right out from it. This in itself is an answer of its own, so Dean grabs at Cas’ chin, forcing him to look at him.
“It-” Cas’ eyes are still closed, “-makes you uncomfortable-”
“But what do you want?” Dean presses. “Cas, it’s okay to want things, remember? I’m a big boy, I can take
( ... )
Re: Dean/Castiel, wedding (5/5)dachinchillaJune 2 2010, 00:28:22 UTC
Dean pulls back to study Cas’ face. He looks hopeful now, eyes bright with nervous anticipation just like they’d been the first time they’d kissed and opened up this whole new world for them. Whatever fears Dean had had feel stupid and inconsequential with the way Cas is smiling at him now.
“Words are important to you guys, right?” Dean asks.
Cas nods.
After taking a deep breath, Dean smiles and says, “Yes.”
Apparently, that’s enough, because the world moves. Just because it’s a fucking cliché doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen; that’s the only way Dean can think of to describe how reality suddenly shifts and he’s looking at Cas - the real Cas, pale grey eyes on an androgynous face that would be completely alien if Dean weren’t already intimately acquainted with that expression of exhilarated pleasure - and he's feeling Cas - or something unearthly and powerful humming all the way through Dean’s body like Cas is pressing into him for kiss that’s deeper than anything Dean’s ever known - before the rush slowly fades away and it's just
( ... )
Re: Dean/Castiel, wedding (5/5)janie_tangerineJune 2 2010, 11:07:17 UTC
kjdsadjsadhjakshdjksad *keymashes* you turned me into a melting puddle of squee or something. This was just so precious, I loved it so much. And God, I loved that there was no ritual and that all it took was saying yes, AWWWWWW *melts again* This was so good and so perfectly schmoopy, A+++++++. ;)
The seed takes hold when Sam comes rushing into the house to breathlessly announce that Alice said yes.
Dean is surprised; he knew it was serious but not that serious, though apparently he’s the only one because Ben is raising a hand to high-five Sam and Cas is putting the newspaper down to declare his congratulations while Sam putters and gasps and makes stupid girly noises before collapsing on the floor. Dean is still staring, brain stuck on “Huh”, while Cas gracefully sinks down next to Sam on the floor to offer a hug ( ... )
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“Right.” Dean watches as Cas pulls his clothes on (a ritual that’s technically unnecessary but established early on as necessary for Dean, connoisseur of the reverse striptease), and there’s something about the way Cas is avoiding his eyes that makes Dean reach out and grab his arm. “Cas.”
Cas looks at him, and for the briefest moment it’s like a goddamn timewarp, those blue eyes as incomprehensible as a stranger’s until Cas remembers himself and his expression softens. “I promise I will not be gone more than week.”
Dean snorts. “Hey, it’s not like I’m needy, or anything-” The words are cut off when Cas kisses him.
This is familiar, the taste and smell of Cas that Dean’s ( ... )
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Weirder still is how now Dean can’t stop thinking about it.
Cas is important. He is important to Cas. They’ve been drawn to each other even before they’d started sleeping together, like tectonic plates of inevitability (which makes earthquakes analogous to the awesome sex they keep having which - heh) and now they just… are. They’ve been through enough shit together to believe in each other, in breath and bone and blood, and that doesn’t need some pretty words or a fancy ceremony to make it real ( ... )
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“Come on, Dean,” Cas growls, shifting his hips up, “Do not be a tease.”
Dean puts a hand on Cas’ chest. It isn’t enough pressure to actually hold him down, but just enough that Cas knows that staying down is what Dean wants right now. He takes a deep breath. “Cas, do you want to get married?”
Cas is shocked, eyes flown wide for two seconds before they suddenly scrunch up and he averts his face like he knows Dean’ll pluck the answer right out from it. This in itself is an answer of its own, so Dean grabs at Cas’ chin, forcing him to look at him.
“It-” Cas’ eyes are still closed, “-makes you uncomfortable-”
“But what do you want?” Dean presses. “Cas, it’s okay to want things, remember? I’m a big boy, I can take ( ... )
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“Words are important to you guys, right?” Dean asks.
Cas nods.
After taking a deep breath, Dean smiles and says, “Yes.”
Apparently, that’s enough, because the world moves. Just because it’s a fucking cliché doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen; that’s the only way Dean can think of to describe how reality suddenly shifts and he’s looking at Cas - the real Cas, pale grey eyes on an androgynous face that would be completely alien if Dean weren’t already intimately acquainted with that expression of exhilarated pleasure - and he's feeling Cas - or something unearthly and powerful humming all the way through Dean’s body like Cas is pressing into him for kiss that’s deeper than anything Dean’s ever known - before the rush slowly fades away and it's just ( ... )
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I'm the biggest puddle of goo ever. EVER, I TELL YOU.
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Thank you that was lovely.
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