( the moment he'd found himself fully aware of the effect he had on castiel, he'd made it abundantly clear to himself that he was going to use it against him nearly every moment that presented itself. not out of any sort of malice – far from that, really – but he's always been the pigtail-pulling type, that obnoxious boy on the playground whose only way of conveying that he liked you was to promptly and deftly push you into the mud. the charm that he gives over in spades is the first of the attacks, things like what he's just said rolling from the back of his tongue like warm honey, the glittering of his eyes something bright and infinitely inviting.
and it may just be that castiel's lack of in-depth experience with such a matter aids in how deeply it affects him, or he may just be that susceptible, but dean hasn't backed down yet, and he doesn't plan to. not in the slightest.
it may be dark, dim, but he swears he can see the flush of heat that seeps to the surface of the other's skin, painting him in shades of pink and red all the way to the tips of his ears, and it's so damned endearing that he can only have been entirely, one hundred percent honest with the admission of how cute he is when he talks science. it's distracting, in a way that has his stomach twisting pleasantly with it, giving a brief little flip-flop before it settles again and he pulls his eyes away from that wistful upward gaze.
but not before – ) Really? Nice to know I popped that cherry, then. ( dean don't ruin it. don't you dare.
but then he listens to the follow-up, everything that gives him away as someone that doesn't belong on this earth so much as above it, among those stars he covets, respects so much. it has him turning to look at him again, eyes softened around the edges as he regards him curiously, almost as though he were another being entirely. )
I don't think I've ever heard anybody that way about … hell, anything. ( he shakes his head. ) You're somethin' else, man. All that passion you've got in you. ( there's a pause, and he chews thoughtfully on the inside of his bottom lip. )
Sam would miss you if you ever got to go through with it, y'know. ( which, of course, is an offhand way of saying that he would, too – but you'll never catch him saying something like that out loud. )
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and it may just be that castiel's lack of in-depth experience with such a matter aids in how deeply it affects him, or he may just be that susceptible, but dean hasn't backed down yet, and he doesn't plan to. not in the slightest.
it may be dark, dim, but he swears he can see the flush of heat that seeps to the surface of the other's skin, painting him in shades of pink and red all the way to the tips of his ears, and it's so damned endearing that he can only have been entirely, one hundred percent honest with the admission of how cute he is when he talks science. it's distracting, in a way that has his stomach twisting pleasantly with it, giving a brief little flip-flop before it settles again and he pulls his eyes away from that wistful upward gaze.
but not before – ) Really? Nice to know I popped that cherry, then. ( dean don't ruin it. don't you dare.
but then he listens to the follow-up, everything that gives him away as someone that doesn't belong on this earth so much as above it, among those stars he covets, respects so much. it has him turning to look at him again, eyes softened around the edges as he regards him curiously, almost as though he were another being entirely. )
I don't think I've ever heard anybody that way about … hell, anything. ( he shakes his head. ) You're somethin' else, man. All that passion you've got in you. ( there's a pause, and he chews thoughtfully on the inside of his bottom lip. )
Sam would miss you if you ever got to go through with it, y'know. ( which, of course, is an offhand way of saying that he would, too – but you'll never catch him saying something like that out loud. )