( that's … something he's come to figure out on his own over the past couple of months. granted, dean's flirting is about as open and gratuitous as the buffet at a western sizzler, but ever since he'd really picked up on the fact that it might end up being reciprocated once it gets through cas' thick skull that he's not doomed to remain pining forever, he's been trying to make it a little more … personal. geared more toward the nerd himself rather than just some passing pretty face with a name attached that he won't remember.
so far, it hasn't paid off. and he can only do subtle for so long, because excuse him if that's not his bag and he would much rather get right to the point, but that sort of thing seems even more like it would be lost on him, and he's been redoubling his efforts to get his point across. more like busting his ass, if we're completely honest, and of course it's not winning him any brownie points or even getting him close to being in anything other than the friendzone.
and where he wants to be is the endzone, if you catch his drift. how many bad jokes can i make in this tag, we're about to find out.
there's something between them here, on this blanket of grass beneath the fall of stars at the end of their time, as they streak across the sky in silent farewells. something that thrums with promise more than it speaks with words, written between the lines of what they're actually saying – and when fingers curl into his jacket, tight enough that he movement brings the smallest creak of leather with it, he pretty much decides fuck subtlety. ( which, really, he couldn't have ridden it out much longer, because he doesn't think he's ever met someone so dense in his entire life – and considering some of the people he knows, that's saying something. ) )
Son of a – oh to hell with it.
( the words are barely out of cas' mouth before he's leaning a bit more heavily on the elbow propping him up, closing what distance remained between them with the press of lips to lips, by no means chaste but not taking as much as he thinks he might like. absently, fingers brush the inside of the other's wrist, just beneath the heel of his palm, a soft sort of touch that seems far out of place with him, and yet – well.
maybe he's still trying to play along with that patience crap. you never know. )
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Date: 26 Jan 2016 05:13 (UTC)so far, it hasn't paid off. and he can only do subtle for so long, because excuse him if that's not his bag and he would much rather get right to the point, but that sort of thing seems even more like it would be lost on him, and he's been redoubling his efforts to get his point across. more like busting his ass, if we're completely honest, and of course it's not winning him any brownie points or even getting him close to being in anything other than the friendzone.
and where he wants to be is the endzone, if you catch his drift.
how many bad jokes can i make in this tag, we're about to find out.there's something between them here, on this blanket of grass beneath the fall of stars at the end of their time, as they streak across the sky in silent farewells. something that thrums with promise more than it speaks with words, written between the lines of what they're actually saying – and when fingers curl into his jacket, tight enough that he movement brings the smallest creak of leather with it, he pretty much decides fuck subtlety. ( which, really, he couldn't have ridden it out much longer, because he doesn't think he's ever met someone so dense in his entire life – and considering some of the people he knows, that's saying something. ) )
Son of a – oh to hell with it.
( the words are barely out of cas' mouth before he's leaning a bit more heavily on the elbow propping him up, closing what distance remained between them with the press of lips to lips, by no means chaste but not taking as much as he thinks he might like. absently, fingers brush the inside of the other's wrist, just beneath the heel of his palm, a soft sort of touch that seems far out of place with him, and yet – well.
maybe he's still trying to play along with that patience crap. you never know. )