[ it's chilly out here, but being pressed so near to dean has warmed him up, their closeness spreading warm, tingling waves over his skin like crawling gooseflesh, and it climbs all up and down his spine, settling in his gut like fingers pulling at his insides.
from the first moment that they met, castiel would be lying to say that dean winchester doesn't have a profound impact on him. sure, he's devastatingly handsome, and sleek and charming and confident, and while all of that had flustered him at first, it's not what had him inevitably falling. in fact, dean had been a little more than frustrating, then, before castiel had really gotten to know him, learned the real meat of his character and the surprising warmth of his heart. nevertheless, it's been all sparks and heat from the get-go, castiel has been attracted to him since he first laid eyes on him - how could anyone not be? - but there's far more to it than that, now, there's something much deeper, a warm squeeze around his heart whenever dean is around, whenever he smiles at castiel in that lopsided way, whenever he's close enough that castiel can catch the leather and oil and spice scent of him.
it would be frightening if he hadn't felt it before - though it is still frightening in some ways, for that very reason. castiel can't deny that dean reminds him very much of meg. they have their differences, of course, but there are similarities enough that he can't escape the implication, nor the way that it makes his heart ache in a way it hasn't for years, in a way he'd thought he'd never know again. though of course that's foolish. meg took with her a part of his heart and soul, left behind a scar that hadn't healed right, and he'd buried it all easily enough drugs and drink, then after, in work and school but god if dean doesn't stir it all up like a boy kicking a bee's nest, brings back that bittersweet soreness with every smile, with warm hazel eyes. ]
I'm.. um-
[ he murmurs, searching, unable to put together the words, not confident enough to voice them, and utterly distracted by the drag of dean's warm mouth against his jaw. castiel's breath catches, his chin tipping up immediately to invite more, the hands in dean's jacket tightening, the press of dean's mouth and the weight of his body enough to warm him in a wave, blood rushing undeniably south. ]
Nevermind. I - we should go inside. It's cold.
[ it's a pale excuse to get dean inside, honestly, but castiel doesn't care. he's past the point of worrying about his transparency.
it only takes a few minutes to pack up his things, his book and charts and flashlights, the cooler that's all but picked clean, the blanket that he folds and tucks beneath his arm - and the trip back to the cabin is short and easy. but castiel is done waiting. the moment the door shuts behind them, castiel drops his canvas bag and reaches for dean, pressing into him and kissing him warm and hard, both hands sliding against his chest beneath his jacket. ]
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Date: 14 Feb 2016 19:44 (UTC)from the first moment that they met, castiel would be lying to say that dean winchester doesn't have a profound impact on him. sure, he's devastatingly handsome, and sleek and charming and confident, and while all of that had flustered him at first, it's not what had him inevitably falling. in fact, dean had been a little more than frustrating, then, before castiel had really gotten to know him, learned the real meat of his character and the surprising warmth of his heart. nevertheless, it's been all sparks and heat from the get-go, castiel has been attracted to him since he first laid eyes on him - how could anyone not be? - but there's far more to it than that, now, there's something much deeper, a warm squeeze around his heart whenever dean is around, whenever he smiles at castiel in that lopsided way, whenever he's close enough that castiel can catch the leather and oil and spice scent of him.
it would be frightening if he hadn't felt it before - though it is still frightening in some ways, for that very reason. castiel can't deny that dean reminds him very much of meg. they have their differences, of course, but there are similarities enough that he can't escape the implication, nor the way that it makes his heart ache in a way it hasn't for years, in a way he'd thought he'd never know again. though of course that's foolish. meg took with her a part of his heart and soul, left behind a scar that hadn't healed right, and he'd buried it all easily enough drugs and drink, then after, in work and school but god if dean doesn't stir it all up like a boy kicking a bee's nest, brings back that bittersweet soreness with every smile, with warm hazel eyes. ]
I'm.. um-
[ he murmurs, searching, unable to put together the words, not confident enough to voice them, and utterly distracted by the drag of dean's warm mouth against his jaw. castiel's breath catches, his chin tipping up immediately to invite more, the hands in dean's jacket tightening, the press of dean's mouth and the weight of his body enough to warm him in a wave, blood rushing undeniably south. ]
Nevermind. I - we should go inside. It's cold.
[ it's a pale excuse to get dean inside, honestly, but castiel doesn't care. he's past the point of worrying about his transparency.
it only takes a few minutes to pack up his things, his book and charts and flashlights, the cooler that's all but picked clean, the blanket that he folds and tucks beneath his arm - and the trip back to the cabin is short and easy. but castiel is done waiting. the moment the door shuts behind them, castiel drops his canvas bag and reaches for dean, pressing into him and kissing him warm and hard, both hands sliding against his chest beneath his jacket. ]