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
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Re: Dean/Castiel, wedding (5/5)devilyouwereJune 4 2010, 03:29:15 UTC
I never knew I wanted Dean/Castiel wedding fic until now. I am just a mess of incoherent noises and happy sighs. This is perfect because your voices are dead-on, basically saying their commitment to each other is just as big as marriage is something I've always believed and omg, yes, I love this and I love you and I hope they do get married now ♥
Cas finally looks at Dean, but there’s a wariness in his gaze that harks back to when they barely understood each other and couldn’t talk without either or both walking away from the conversation pissed off. You make them perfectly imperfect, gah ♥
Re: Dean/Castiel, wedding (5/5)blue_fjordsJune 4 2010, 04:14:02 UTC
That was a schmoopy delight. A bit of angst, a bit of tenderness, a bit of Sam, and so much loving goodness. I really liked the non-ceremony of their wedding, with the earth moving. Awesome.
“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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Cas finally looks at Dean, but there’s a wariness in his gaze that harks back to when they barely understood each other and couldn’t talk without either or both walking away from the conversation pissed off.
You make them perfectly imperfect, gah ♥
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... Nope, not enough hearts yet.
<3<3<3<3<3
...I'll let you know what the appropriate number of hearts is when I find out.
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