( initially, of course, dean hadn't given much thought beyond some relentless teasing – both on sam's and castiel's parts – because there's always going to be something about being the antagonist, even when there's nothing really heated behind it, no malicious intent whatsoever. no, the teasing had been the whole of it at first, and it seems almost like the attraction and bond they have been building has been ramping itself up without his notice, just under the radar, far enough away that once he's realized it, if it had been a snake, it would have bitten him.
because castiel, as both of them have thought before, is not his type. but he's slowly beginning to realize that it isn't about a type of person that draws his attraction, it's very much the person themselves, and castiel has such a bit of magnetism to him that dean feels inexplicably drawn to him regardless of his type – there's a mystery to it, sure, there has to be, but he'll be damned if he's going to start thinking about it now. they've gotten closer, and closer over the past couple of months, and he maybe-kinda-sorta feels a bit bad for initially giving the guy such a hard time, even when it had all been in good fun.
( well, that's his story, at least. and you had better believe that he's sticking to it. )
there's so much still that he doesn't know about him, about his past, where he'd come from, when he's learned so much about where he wants to go; he's an enigma, of sorts, wrapped up in so many unanswered questions just by dint of the fact that they go unasked. he's never been much for poking and prodding when it comes to the personal affairs of others, especially when he figures that if castiel wants him to know, he'll tell him as much – but to eventually find out about that past of his, about meg and the drugs and the downward spiral that had left him barely more than the shell of a man … it won't be something he'll be expecting, if only for the fact that he seems so well-rounded. so well-adjusted, even if he still tends to be a bit awkward when it comes to things of a social nature. there's a part of him, still, that wants to draw him out a little, get him more used to opening up and generally just being more relaxed around people, but what's a guy to do when the shy little nerd he's just now starting to mack on is much more comfortable lying beneath the evening sky and rambling about stars?
… before making it abundantly clear that the decision to kiss him had been a good one, that is. ah, his mind is wandering, and there's time enough for that, later, now that castiel has mentioned going back inside. he hadn't noticed the chill to the air until it had been brought to his attention, and as they're packing up and readying to head back to the cabin, he has to admit that without the warmth of another body pressed up nice and snugly against his own, he's definitely a little chilly.
of course, that doesn't last long – not with the way castiel pulls him in close again the moment they're safely, warmly inside, fingers smoothing beneath the fabric of his jacket even as he's shrugging it off of broad shoulders. he doesn't see where it lands when it drops from his hand, but he can't quite bring himself to worry about it when the mouth pressed against his own is so damned inviting, warm and still kiss-bruised from moments before, enough to pull him in in its own right. more of that magnetism that he's beginning to all too willingly give himself over to, succumbing to it with a soft groan against castiel's lips as hands tug at beltloops, tug that warm body in a little bit closer.
there's enough time for talk later. right now, he can't quite be bothered to hold on to a single coherent thought – or, at the very least, any that don't directly involve a particular nerd with an obsession for stars. )
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Date: 17 Feb 2016 04:18 (UTC)because castiel, as both of them have thought before, is not his type. but he's slowly beginning to realize that it isn't about a type of person that draws his attraction, it's very much the person themselves, and castiel has such a bit of magnetism to him that dean feels inexplicably drawn to him regardless of his type – there's a mystery to it, sure, there has to be, but he'll be damned if he's going to start thinking about it now. they've gotten closer, and closer over the past couple of months, and he maybe-kinda-sorta feels a bit bad for initially giving the guy such a hard time, even when it had all been in good fun.
( well, that's his story, at least. and you had better believe that he's sticking to it. )
there's so much still that he doesn't know about him, about his past, where he'd come from, when he's learned so much about where he wants to go; he's an enigma, of sorts, wrapped up in so many unanswered questions just by dint of the fact that they go unasked. he's never been much for poking and prodding when it comes to the personal affairs of others, especially when he figures that if castiel wants him to know, he'll tell him as much – but to eventually find out about that past of his, about meg and the drugs and the downward spiral that had left him barely more than the shell of a man … it won't be something he'll be expecting, if only for the fact that he seems so well-rounded. so well-adjusted, even if he still tends to be a bit awkward when it comes to things of a social nature. there's a part of him, still, that wants to draw him out a little, get him more used to opening up and generally just being more relaxed around people, but what's a guy to do when the shy little nerd he's just now starting to mack on is much more comfortable lying beneath the evening sky and rambling about stars?
… before making it abundantly clear that the decision to kiss him had been a good one, that is. ah, his mind is wandering, and there's time enough for that, later, now that castiel has mentioned going back inside. he hadn't noticed the chill to the air until it had been brought to his attention, and as they're packing up and readying to head back to the cabin, he has to admit that without the warmth of another body pressed up nice and snugly against his own, he's definitely a little chilly.
of course, that doesn't last long – not with the way castiel pulls him in close again the moment they're safely, warmly inside, fingers smoothing beneath the fabric of his jacket even as he's shrugging it off of broad shoulders. he doesn't see where it lands when it drops from his hand, but he can't quite bring himself to worry about it when the mouth pressed against his own is so damned inviting, warm and still kiss-bruised from moments before, enough to pull him in in its own right. more of that magnetism that he's beginning to all too willingly give himself over to, succumbing to it with a soft groan against castiel's lips as hands tug at beltloops, tug that warm body in a little bit closer.
there's enough time for talk later. right now, he can't quite be bothered to hold on to a single coherent thought – or, at the very least, any that don't directly involve a particular nerd with an obsession for stars. )