[ castiel is admittedly timid when it comes to pursuing his own romantic interests, but generally speaking that isn't a problem for him, because, generally speaking, he does not have romantic interests.
but dean has been a problem since the very start. dean, with his endearing freckles and his quicksilver smile and his excessive, maddening flirtations, dean with his strong hands and his kind heart, with his oil stained hands and loud opinions and wildly protective nature. more than anything, he is an inspiration to castiel, a role model, even if he knows he'll never achieve it, that he could never really be anything like dean, that does't stop him from admiring him, for looking up to him, and it certainly doesn't stop him falling for him.
regardless, once that initial hump is over and done with, once he's sure that dean isn't going to run screaming, or shrug him off - well, castiel has no problem pursuing what he wants. maybe it's the beer warm in his system, liquid courage, or maybe it's just that he's been wanting this for so long, but there's nothing timid about the way castiel responds to the kiss, the heat with which he returns it. his grip on the back of dean's jacket tightens, castiel's body shifting closer until they're all but flush, until he can feel the warmth of dean's body bleeding into him.
it's so good. castiel is lost in the feeling, his lips parting easily when dean presses for more, tongue sliding warm and curious against dean's, dipping into his mouth to taste him, a warm sound like a quiet moan rolling between their mouths. both hands loosen from dean's jacket to slide up and into his hair, thumbs gliding under his cheekbones, over his jawline. castiel is no longer thinking about the stars. he isn't dreaming about eta carinae or cygnus, the bright arm of the milky way or the meteors streaking overhead. his entire world is narrowed to leather and whiskey, to the taste of dean winchester in his mouth. ]
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but dean has been a problem since the very start. dean, with his endearing freckles and his quicksilver smile and his excessive, maddening flirtations, dean with his strong hands and his kind heart, with his oil stained hands and loud opinions and wildly protective nature. more than anything, he is an inspiration to castiel, a role model, even if he knows he'll never achieve it, that he could never really be anything like dean, that does't stop him from admiring him, for looking up to him, and it certainly doesn't stop him falling for him.
regardless, once that initial hump is over and done with, once he's sure that dean isn't going to run screaming, or shrug him off - well, castiel has no problem pursuing what he wants. maybe it's the beer warm in his system, liquid courage, or maybe it's just that he's been wanting this for so long, but there's nothing timid about the way castiel responds to the kiss, the heat with which he returns it. his grip on the back of dean's jacket tightens, castiel's body shifting closer until they're all but flush, until he can feel the warmth of dean's body bleeding into him.
it's so good. castiel is lost in the feeling, his lips parting easily when dean presses for more, tongue sliding warm and curious against dean's, dipping into his mouth to taste him, a warm sound like a quiet moan rolling between their mouths. both hands loosen from dean's jacket to slide up and into his hair, thumbs gliding under his cheekbones, over his jawline. castiel is no longer thinking about the stars. he isn't dreaming about eta carinae or cygnus, the bright arm of the milky way or the meteors streaking overhead. his entire world is narrowed to leather and whiskey, to the taste of dean winchester in his mouth. ]