A Bolt Of Lighting Outside The Window Lights Up The Room, Framing Castiel's Strong Body For A Blink.

A bolt of lighting outside the window lights up the room, framing Castiel's strong body for a blink. Dean can almost picture his wings opening behind him, their shadows stretching across the room.

They never appear, of course, long gone now, but forever etched in Dean's memory. He can almost see the blue eyes staring down at him glowing for a beat, his mind playing tricks on him.

The loud roll of thunder that comes after the lighting fills the silence in the room, way louder than their quiet, synced breathing.

He is laying on his back, Castiel laying beside him, propped up on one elbow, his hand tracing patterns that only seem to make sense to him all over Dean's bare chest. Dean hums under the gentle ministrations, staring up at Castiel.

They have all the time of the world, and Dean is still trying to get used to this welcomed change of pace in their lives.

Castiel leans down then, pressing his lips to Dean's in a quick and chaste thing that has Dean smiling at him and reaching out to close a hand over the nape of his neck to stop him from going too far. Castiel's fingers are still moving across his skin, he mutters something under his breath, they are so close it's impossible for Dean to miss it and, even if it's Enochian Dean recognises the word, blushing lighty.

Beautiful.

Before the thunder comes he sees another burst of light, throught his closed eyelids this time, Castiel's lips are on his again, slower this time, deeper too, just as sweet and loving. When they resurface, gasping for air, his hand doesn't need to make an effort to keep Castiel close, he won't move it anyway, his fingers tangles with his messy hair now, because Cas stays where he is, pressing light kisses to the corner of Dean's mouth, his cheeks, the tip of his nose, Dean keeps his eyes closed, basking in the affection, he can still hear Castiel's mutter, between kisses, he doesn't understand it all but he recognizes some familiar words.

He hears light, bright and star. Beautiful, there it is again. Dean doesn't ask him what he is saying, he doesn't need to understand it fully to hear the sentiment behind Castiel's words, they have a lump forming in his throat despite their meaning being lost to him.

"I love you so much." Castiel switches back to English, always making sure Dean is listening, that he understands those words. That he never forgets them.

He is going to say them back, but Castiel's lips have found his again, drinking the words straight from the source.

Castiel's hand finds the waistband of his underwear and the thunder outside is nothing compared to the way his pulse roars in his ears.

suptober23 - day 12: swap-meat

purple-ish Richard sketch💜

Suptober 2022 day 14 (I´m so late): All for you! Oh, I had in mind this re-make of the scene in season 5… :D

im mostly interested in how many ppl are children of immigrants, so if one of your parents is an immigrant and one isn't, vote parents are immigrants. for previous generations, choose whichever applies to most members of that generation or if that doesn't work, whichever feels most right to you.

say where ur from in the tags!

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