Having a toddler, Cas was used to seeing Jack running around the house playing games and causing trouble. But from his position curled up in their reading nook in the kitchen, Cas watched as Jack and Dean tiptoed past the doorway towards the living room with a trail of blankets and pillows. Oh, that was definitely mischief waiting to happen.
He’d been hearing the staged whispers and giggles from the next room for the last 20 minutes, along with the sound of moving furniture. It all spelt one thing. His husband and his son were up to no-good.
Closing his book, Cas quietly got up from his comfortable seat and crept around the corner to peer into the living room.
Blankets and bedding were strewn around the room. The couch had been moved and the chairs and table from the dining room were now perched at varying angles around the room. Pillows were stacked up in the corner, with big blankets draped across most of the chairs to make a large enclosure with a tunnel.
Leaning against the doorframe, Cas watched quietly with a beaming smile on his face
“Daddy, this one,” Jack attempted to whisper, tugging along his favorite bumblebee blanket and holding it out to Dean.
“You got it, buddy,” Dean said with a wink, pushing another chair forward and placing Jack’s blanket on top of it.
There was some more shuffling as Jack pushed another chair towards Dean, and Dean handed Jack the next blanket to put up himself. Picking Jack up into a Superman hold, Jack giggled as he slung the blanket to make the tunnel longer.
“Shush,” Dean teased, even though his fingers wiggled across Jack’s sides and stomach, which made Jack scream with laughter. The two of them tumbled into a pile of pillows, Dean still tickling Jack and Jack’s limbs flailing everywhere as he gasped through his laughter.
Cas couldn’t stop beaming at the sight in front him. The laughter was infectious, and he felt his own bubbling up. Dean turned at the sound, grinning fondly at Cas as he finally stopped tickling Jack. The toddler caught sight of Cas in the doorway, and he ran and tackled Cas. “Papa! Daddy’s being the tickle monster,” Jack said, tugging at Cas’ pants.
“Oh, is that what’s going on here?” Cas asked, bending down to scoop Jack up into his arms.
“No. Blanket fort surprise,” Jack said as he looped his arms around Cas’ neck, and then realized what he’d said a second later because he scrambled to cover his mouth.
“Blanket fort, huh?” Cas asked, walking over to Dean and nudging his husband with his hip.
“Little Scamp over here wanted to watch a movie and sleep in a fort tonight with us,” Dean said, dropping a kiss to Cas’ cheek.
“Can I get in on this fort building business?” Cas asked, plucking Jack’s hand from his shoulder and kissing the little fingers.
“Yes! Papa come help me decorate inside,” Jack said, wiggling in Cas’ arms and scrambling towards the pillow pile.
“Looks like you’re construction and I’m interior designer,” Cas said, leaning into Dean’s space to sneak in a kiss.
Dean let out a little content sigh before breaking away to grab another blanket. “Welcome to the blanket fort team,” Dean said.
Jack’s hand was suddenly tugging at Cas’ finger, guiding him towards the entrance. “You gotta come inside, Papa,” Jack said before crawling through the tunnel.
Picking up a couple pillows and Jack’s Spider-Man blanket, Cas dropped to his knees and ducked inside. The fort was bigger than he expected, with several of the couch cushions already across the floor and Dean’s iPad at the ready for the movie.
“This is perfect, sweetheart,” Cas said, smiling at Jack’s proud little gesture at his work.
“It’s dark,” Jack confessed with a pout. The toddler had only recently started hating the dark, and Cas had gotten him a superhero nightlight for his room to keep the monsters at bay.
Cas smiled, motioning for Jack. The toddler crawled into his arms, and Cas dropped a kiss to the top of his head. “I think I’ve got the perfect way to fix that.”
Twenty minutes later, Dean had finished constructing the door and had made popcorn for the movie. Cas had found some camping lanterns in the garage and had placed the little lights in several corners of the fort to create a soft glow.
Jack hadn’t stopped babbling with excitement, tugging on Cas’ hand and Dean’s sleeve and giggling at the perfect fort.
With Dean’s iPad propped against one of the chairs, Jack nestled himself in between his dads as the opening scene of Finding Nemo played across the screen. Cuddled into their blanket and pillow mound, the three of them fell asleep in their living-room sized fort with the movie credits rolling across the screen.
Dean may have woken up with a stiff back and Cas’ arm was completely numb from Jack sleeping on top of it, but the smile was so big on Jack’s face when they all woke up in the fort that it was completely worth it.
“Again, Papa! Again, Daddy! Do it again, do it again,” Jack cheered, wanting to stay all day in their homemade fort.
And if that same little smile convinced Cas to sleep in the fort the next night and the next, well, that was a little secret shared between him and Dean as they traded soft kisses while Jack grabbed some toys for the three of them to play with.
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He’s a star, and you’re his satellite. He’s lost, somewhere out in the vastness of the universe, and you’re sending signals to find him, never knowing if they’ll reach him. They are prayers and they are desperate.
Your hands bleed from wringing them, and from clawing at the Earth to demand he comes back to the home he never knew he had. The one with you. The one where you erase the last few chapters, and when he tells you he loves you, you say it back. When they wrote your story, you always knew it would be a tragedy, but you’d hoped they’d spare him the same.
You remember huskin’ corn down in Indiana. Dad was gone a lot that year. Job didn’t pay for shit, but helped you get by when the money was tight. And money was always tight.
You spent fifty cents tryin’ to win your pops a watch out of one of those claw machines. You don’t say ‘I love you’ in families like yours. Practical gifts are permitted. A bottle of beer, a candy bar from the grocery store, given’ your kid brother the last bowl of Lucky Charms.
You didn’t win the watch. You won a medallion instead with an angel on it. Said ‘angels are watching over you’, same thing your mom used to say before she died. You tossed the coin in the river. Used it to make a wish. The angel hears you, but it’s not your time yet. The world isn’t ready for you.
Tags: College AU, Modern AU, enemies to lovers, bullying, revenge, misunderstandings, Sassy!Cas, Nerdiness, top!Dean/Bottom!Castiel, Internalized Homophobia.
Summary:
For one entire year, Dean Winchester passed by like a tornado in Castiel’s school life. With blows and contempt towards him. However, the experience made Castiel change his perspective on the world and his desires in the least expected way. Castiel trained hard not to have to go through that again.
Now that he’s a strong and determined man, he wishes life were fair enough to allow him to take revenge on Dean.
Fulfilling his wish, fate crosses the paths of Dean and Castiel once again.
Will Castiel get his revenge?
However, care must be taken with the kickback you may receive from your enemy…
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“Cas, just sleep with me.”
The angel stops in his tracks, his hand frozen over the door handle. He couldn’t have heard that right. There’s just no way.
“Uh, I mean, not like-I didn’t mean to say-”
Cas turns back to face Dean who is now sitting bolt upright on the couch, their shared movie blanket pushed to the floor and his hands held in front of him defensively.
Cas walks back to him in silence, afraid that if he opens his mouth, he’ll beg Dean to mean it the way it sounds. To mean it exactly the way it sounds.
Destiel AU where celebrity Castiel Novak accidentally comes out as bisexual in a fan Q&A by not realizing the implications of an answer he said just for fun; and only noticed when an article stating he came out has been published. It is clear to him he has two options: apologize in a five post Twitter thread and coming out as straight or ask his former costar, openly gay actor Dean Winchester, to be his fake boyfriend.
Dean takes his time, running his fingers over the banister of the porch. The white paint is chipping and worn down, but the wood, he can tell, is quality. No splinters, no cracking, no warping. It’s nice. He drags in a deep breath, his senses flooding with the scent of pine trees as the warm early-autumn air blows through them. The sky is clear, save for a couple little puffs of cloud here and there. And as his eyes scan the sky, he waits for it – that impending sense of doom and dread. Even when he’s trying to relax, it’s always there, bubbling beneath the surface. There’s a reason he’s slept with a gun under his pillow for three decades.
But he’s struck with the sudden realization: it’s not there. All he feels is calm and peace. Something he’s never really known.
Well, that’s not true, he silently amends.
He felt peace with Cas.
Frowning, Dean drops his head and closes his eyes. Cas… Fuck, he misses him. He misses everything about him. He misses telling Cas jokes that land like a fucking brick in front of him. He misses the tie that’s always askew. He misses that mess of hair. He misses those eyes Dean can, and often has, get lost in. He misses that trench coat. He misses Cas, plain and simple. And while he feels calm and peaceful here… it does feel like a piece of him is missing. It’s probably not supposed to. Not here. But it does.
It’s comforting to know he escaped the torment of the Empty… but, “Damn it, Cas,” he breathes, wrapping both hands around the banister.
“Hello, Dean.”
Standing suddenly, Dean opens his eyes and whips around. Cas is standing beside the battered screen door, smiling warmly at Dean. “Cas,” he breathes, his eyes wide as he looks him over, like he’s taking inventory of all his favorite things. Messy hair, check; crooked tie, check; trench coat, check; breathtaking eyes, check… Cas, check. “It’s–”
“Yes,” Cas nods. “It’s me.”
Dean surges forward, throwing his arms around him in a crushing hug. He buries his face against Cas’s neck and closes his eyes, breathing him in. It’s another thing he’d previously forgotten to add to his list of things he missed. That clean, earthy smell that was somehow distinctlyCastiel.
When he pulls away, his hand slips down Cas’s arm to his hand, his thumb brushing the inside of Cas’s wrist. He heaves a breath, the line between his brows deepening. “You’re a dick, you know that?” He says suddenly.
Cas blinks in surprise and tilts his head. “I– what?”
Dean purses his lips and shakes his head. “You drop somethin’ like that on me and then just fuck off to the netherworld?”
“I wasn’t in the Netherworld, I was–”
“In the Empty, whatever. You’re still a dick.”
Cas lifts his eyes to the ceiling of the porch, as if the answer to Dean’s outburst is written there. “I still don’t underst–”
“You drop that on me and then you die, and you didn’t give me a chance to say anything.”
“I didn’t think there was anything for you to say.”
Dean scoffs, incredulous. Didn’t think there was anything for him to say? “What show have you been watching, huh?”
“I haven’t been watching television.”
Though outwardly, Dean appears frustrated, he fucking missed this. But something suddenly occurs to him. “Wait.” He shakes his head, those lines between his brows growing deeper. “You really didn’t think I’d have somethin’ to say? You didn’t think I–”
“Reciprocated?” Cas says. He frowns, casting his glance downward. “No, Dean. I didn’t.”
“Well you’re dead wrong.”
One corner of Cas’s lips turn up in a smirk. “I believe we’re both deceased now.”
Scoffing, Dean’s eyebrows shoot up. “Did you just make a joke?”
“Yes,” Cas’s smile widens, “I believe I did.”
“Alright, listen.” Dean grasps the back of Cas’s neck, his fingers brushing up into his hair. There’s no sense of fear or uncertainty welling up inside of him anymore. He’s in Heaven. He gets what he wants. There’s no fear of judgment or self-sacrifice anymore. He’s just gonna fucking go for it. “I love you, Cas. I shoulda said somethin’ a long time ago, but I-I-I was scared, okay? I’m sorry. But–” He cuts himself off and glances out over the farmhouse’s property; the sprawling lawn (that he can’t wait to mow) surrounded by lush trees; the path that leads to the garage that houses Baby. The house he’s always imagined for himself, but always knew wasn’t a possibility. “This is about havin’ peace, right?” His gaze turns back to Cas’s, and he swallows the emotion rising in his throat. “We get forever here.”
“That is the idea, yes.”
Dean licks his lips and takes a step closer. His shoes bump Cas’s, and his hands slips further into the back of Cas’s hair. “Then that means I get forever with you, right?”
Cas is smiling, and he pulls his free hand out of the coat pocket. He grabs a fistful of Dean’s jacket and Dean watches his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallows, Cas’s eyes roaming Dean’s face. “Of course, Dean.”
Dean breathes out in relief. All at once, that feeling that a puzzle piece was askew; the feeling that something was missing dissipates. Forty-one years of sacrifice and loss earned him this: a life of peace with the love of his life – the love that had come completely out of left field and left him breathless. Forty-one years of sacrifice and loneliness and loss earned him the love of a millennia-old angel who thought he was worth something. Worth everything.
He kisses Cas then. It’s soft and slow and gentle. There’s no sense of urgency or fear or desperation behind it. It’s being lovingly handed what he’s always wanted; what he’d always been missing. And, well… he’s in Heaven, so that makes a whole lot of sense.
When they part, Dean keeps his forehead against Cas’s, and they’re both smiling. Finally, Dean rocks back enough to meet Cas’s eyes. He tips his head toward the house and raises a brow. “Wanna come in. Stay a while?” He presses his lips together and shrugs. “I’m thinkin’ maybe forever?”
“I’d like nothing more.” Cas smiles, and Dean feels warmth flooding his chest. In Cas’s smile, Dean feels content. He feels like he’s home. He’s waited his whole life to feel like this. He tried, with Lisa and Ben, but that piece of the puzzle just wasn’t there. He tried with the Bunker, and while he loved that place… there was always just something not quite right. But here, he has Cas. He feels calm. He has no feeling of cosmic obligation or the feeling that he’s running the clock. He has everything he’s ever wanted.
For the first time, and for the rest of time, Dean Winchester is at peace.
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To celebrate, because I’m back on my DeanCas bull shit and #cantstopwontstop, send me asks with your headcanons or mini prompts, and I’ll write you a drabble!
Hello, beautiful people, I just hit 700 followers!
To celebrate, because I’m back on my DeanCas bull shit and #cantstopwontstop, send me asks with your headcanons or mini prompts, and I’ll write you a drabble!
Reblogging if you want to send me fix-it headcanons, fix-it prompts, Heaven prompts, etc.
Dean has lived under the pretence of being a switch since he presented as a teen twenty years ago. He gets by, but his body makes ignoring his true designation harder and harder the older he becomes.
Enter Castiel, a dom so different to everyone Dean has ever been with. Can he help him embrace his submissive side in a healthy way?
A Destiel rockstar AU, written for @holdtheday as part of the @SPNFamilyRelief auction. Updates on Friday(-ish).
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Dean/Castiel, past Cole Trenton/Dean Winchester, minor Castiel/Others
Main Tags: AU - Modern Setting, AU - Rock Band, Rockstar Castiel, Musician Castiel, PA Dean Winchester, Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Uncle Castiel, Dead Jimmy Novak, Sobriety, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, Grief/Mourning, Anxiety Disorder, Strangers to Lovers, Dysfunctional Family, Explicit Sexual Content
Fic summary:
From the top of his 29 years-old, Castiel Novak has everything he could ever wish for. His band has been successful enough for the past decade that he’s traveled the world several times, can have anyone he wants in bed every night, and can fund his sins without a blink of an eye. On top of that, he has plenty of friends and some resemblance of a family left.
That’s until Castiel’s twin brother dies in a tragic car accident, leaving him the sole legal guardian of Jack, his 2-year-old nephew, and Claire, his 7-year-old niece. Castiel has always been a great uncle, but there’s a difference between being the cool uncle they see once a week, and being a parent. How is he supposed to deal with this, on top of his own grief, and to keep the band and what’s linked to it running?
Enter Dean Winchester, experienced personal assistant who’s basically seen it all already. But will he be enough to keep Cas clean, and his new family safe?
Between growing friendships that blossom into something else, maintaining sobriety and making sure the kids are happy and cared for, what could go wrong?
Welcome back to another chapter of this rock'n'roll drama! I’ve been working on this chapter for the better part of this past week, and I hope it starts answering some of the questions you’ve been asking as well as making you want to yell at me (let’s be real here, we all know how I am).
No real TW here, but the very last part of this chapter is extremely NSFW, so if that’s not your jam, skip it (although it’s an important part of the story, so you might miss out on some context).
As per usual, thank you to @nickelkeepand@castielsdisciple for guidance, counseling, beta'ing and enabling my filthy mind to come up with one of the most sinful things I’ve ever written
A Destiel rockstar AU, written for @holdtheday as part of the @SPNFamilyRelief auction. Updates on Friday(-ish).
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Dean/Castiel, past Cole Trenton/Dean Winchester, minor Castiel/Others
Main Tags: AU - Modern Setting, AU - Rock Band, Rockstar Castiel, Musician Castiel, PA Dean Winchester, Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Uncle Castiel, Dead Jimmy Novak, Sobriety, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, Grief/Mourning, Anxiety Disorder, Strangers to Lovers, Dysfunctional Family, Explicit Sexual Content
Fic summary:
From the top of his 29 years-old, Castiel Novak has everything he could ever wish for. His band has been successful enough for the past decade that he’s traveled the world several times, can have anyone he wants in bed every night, and can fund his sins without a blink of an eye. On top of that, he has plenty of friends and some resemblance of a family left.
That’s until Castiel’s twin brother dies in a tragic car accident, leaving him the sole legal guardian of Jack, his 2-year-old nephew, and Claire, his 7-year-old niece. Castiel has always been a great uncle, but there’s a difference between being the cool uncle they see once a week, and being a parent. How is he supposed to deal with this, on top of his own grief, and to keep the band and what’s linked to it running?
Enter Dean Winchester, experienced personal assistant who’s basically seen it all already. But will he be enough to keep Cas clean, and his new family safe?
Between growing friendships that blossom into something else, maintaining sobriety and making sure the kids are happy and cared for, what could go wrong?
I’m sorry it took me so long to update. I’ve been dealing with a lot personally and professionally (included but not limited to a possibly ruptured tendon in my hand and arm), so it’s been a real not-so-good time to go through. I can’t promise that I’ll be updating this story as regularly as I tend to usually do, but rest assured that this will be completed!
No real trigger to warn about here except the usual: there is drug talk, someone talking under the influence of drugs and alcohol, the usual.
I never really thought I’d see out how to publish my own fic but with the help of @chaoticdean, that dream came true! I am thanking them SOOO much right now.
I wrote “Victory” mostly while on a week long vacation in late June 2020. I was still suffering from mental paralyzation due to COVID-19, everything was scary and stressful at work and in life, and by the time I realized I had to get started on my DCBB, I hadn’t written by that point for months.
There were real nerves I wouldn’t be able to get this done, and indeed the two weeks I spent going over the edits for it were mostly after 15x18 so it was even HARDER to get it done because I just wanted to scream with everyone over the episode about it.
Unfortunately, this fic published mere hours before the SPN finale aired, and we all know how that went. I think anyone who published on that day or later found their work sqaushed by the pandemonium that the finale brought.
Still, despite this story having an unfortunate publishing date, I was still so very proud of it. It helped to spark my creativity again, I was able to write some more, and it showed that even when I’m feeling my absolute lowest I can try and still push through to create something I’m proud of and want to share with people.
It’s inspired loosely off of Romeo and Juliet. It’s rated E and it has a happy ending! The writing that’s photographed up there is the end of the scene that’s featured on the cover!
Again, thank you @chaoticdean for all your help with this <3
I ended up posting fourteen excerpts from works-in-progress over the past couple of days thanks to this ask meme, so I figured I’d make a lil post with links to all of them so they’re easy to find.
As you might expect, they’re all DeanCas to some degree.
Please feel free to reblog this post and let me know if you liked anything in particular, because I could really use the happy brain chemicals right now. If you enjoyed these little excerpts, you can find more of my fic on Ao3 where I post under the name imogenbynight♥️
In which Dean and Cas are the last two contestants on the History Channel survival series when the rest of the world falls apart, and they have no idea why the show’s support team has stopped turning up for their regular required medical checks. (unpublished wip, 131 word excerpt)
In which Dean inherits his estranged father’s house when John dies, and soon discovers that the “imaginary friend” he’d had when he was living there as a child is not only still around, but he’s grown up as well… and maybe isn’t so imaginary after all. (unpublished wip, 354 word excerpt)
In which Castiel is prepared for there to be fallout following his deathbed confession of love for Dean, but Sam’s disapproval is not something he’d ever anticipated. (partially published wip, 205 word excerpt)
In which Dean & Donna get body-swapped by a witch, slip into an actual healthy friends with benefits arrangement where nobody catches feelings, and Dean vents to her about being in love with Cas while they enjoy some post coital spooning. (unpublished wip, 327 word excerpt)
In which Jesse the Antichrist didn’t de-dollify Cas before he bailed, and even after the Winchesters manage to turn him back into a living being, Cas is powerless and stuck the size of an action figure. (unpublished wip, 544 word excerpt)
In which Dean has been secretly running a recipe blog for years, Cas decides to raise Jack outside of the world of hunting after the events of Tombstone, and one thing leads to another. (unpublished wip, 391 word excerpt)
In which Dean happens upon a sensory transfer spell allows the subject to experience someone else’s senses for a brief time. (unpublished wip, 607 word excerpt)
With Castiel around hunts because so much easier; day long hunts took hours, days driving turned to seconds.
Thus came the lazy days on the sofa, Cas draped over Dean aimlessly barely paying attention to the TV. Slow walks through the park; watching the bees in the spring and kicking the leaves in the autumn. Cooking fails attempting everything from cupcakes to soup but always ending delicious mess. Lazy affectionate kisses every free moment and little stares over the room around others.
Sam would come and go but Dean and cas spent so little time apart everybody they met treated them as a pair.
Tap Tap Tap Tap A long desperate sigh filled the waiting room “Uuuuuuuuuuuuh” A gentle left the man’s lips soon after to be heard by no-one but himself. And if he was listening His Angel “Cas buddy, we need you,”
From the tense silence of the nearly empty room an older woman burst through the doors. “Do we have a Dean?” The man froze. It seemed in those limited seconds between question and answer every emotion passed his thoughts. “That’s me…” “He wants to see you.” The man didn’t realise he’d been clenching his fists and holding his breath until he released them at the sound of ’..he wants..’
Everything was in slow motion. Feet clattering down with each step. Passing by each devastatingly injured person hooked up to every life support. ‘That could be him’
Every joyous, laughing person. 'I wish that was him,’
The presumed nurse stopped outside a door, and spoke gently, with kindness. “He’s in there.” “Thankyou,” “My pleasure it’s always beautiful when couples re-unite in a hospital room.” This was the last thing she’d said before walking away yet he still called after her,“ we’re not a couple, he’s my best friend.” Suddenly it felt odd to call him a best friend but he dismissed the feeling and entered the room.
“Hey buddy,” “Dean it’s you,” “Yep, in the flesh and blood,” “But the question is.. How are you cas?” “Tired.” “Seems reasonable,” “How are you and Sam?”
“Me? I’m good, just keepin’ goin’. Sam? Well he’s the best he’s been in years, right now he’s huntin anything and everything whe can find.”
The only thing filling the silence was a brief chuckle from cas then the steady noise of the heart machine.
“Cas did you hear me?” “Yes.” “And… Well you know we need you…” “Of course Dean..”
Both of them shuffled around awkwardly. Uncommon for Dean. Very common for castiel.
“I know you need me more than Sam. I know you should be saying 'I need you’”
“Cas what do you mean?” He heard no answer and slowly raised his head from staring at his shoes and looked at castiel. He had gone limp and his beautiful eyes had closed.
“Cas, cas buddy wake up, we need you!”
There was no reaction or visible change however the heart monitor began to slow.. “NURSE! WE NEED A NURSE IN HERE!” Seconds later they came crashing in, four or five of them. Straight to his bedside.
“NO! CAS! WE NEED YOU COME ON,”
He dropped closer to the bed and spoke softly to him one last time,“Castiel. Baby. I need you.” “I Need You Now.” But his attempts were in vain and the heart machine simply stopped.
“No no no no no this can’t happen. I need you. Baby I love you..”
dean and cas are lying on loungers in the sun, side by side, with their hands just barely brushing against each other. it’s warm and cas has his eyes closed and he looks peaceful and content, and dean swears he’s never been this happy in his entire life. and when cas finally speaks, with his eyes still closed and a smile on his face, he says “I’m in love with you, dean” and dean is sure his own smile is brighter than the sun as he grazes his hand against cas’ and he replies “I’m in love with you too, cas”
dean thinks he has such a good idea suggesting to cas that they have sex to the soft rock playlist he made however he 100% underestimates the psychological damage he will incur the second iris by the goo goo dolls comes on and they never even get to both of them taking their shirts off
#the line ‘and id give up forever to touch you’ plays#and dean thinks abt Cas falling from heaven for him#and just starts crying#they dont have sex cas just lays on top of him#when everythings meant to be broken i just want you to know who i am#plays and Cas clings to deans shirt just a little tighter
it starts out as an innocent kiss good night, just a quick peck on the lips, but then one night, after they share a brief kiss on the lips, cas leans in and kisses dean’s cheek. “I win,” cas says with a smile, before he’s ducking his head against dean’s shoulder with a happy laugh just so that dean can’t reach his face. and then the next night, after they kiss good night, dean sneaks a fast kiss to the tip of cas’ nose. “beat ya,” dean grins, before he turns around and leans his back against cas’ chest. “oh, it’s on,” cas murmurs into dean’s ear. the next night, cas springs a sneak attack round of kisses to dean’s jawline. the following night, dean kisses his way along cas’ closed eyelids and across his eyebrows. cas wins the next round the next night when he kisses the wrinkles by dean’s eyes. their innocent kiss good night suddenly becomes an all out kissing war, with declarations of who has who beat and who was winning the kissing game. it’s ridiculous and so so good and dean can’t wait until he can curl up next to cas every night in bed just to chase his angel with kisses and cas admits it’s his favorite part of the day and dean murmurs that these are his favorite types of kisses and they’re just so in love
cas likes to sleep with the fan on because he says he gets too hot during the night but then he always ends up stealing all the covers from dean and wrapping himself up in them and dean ends up freezing and he has to turn the fan off and wedge himself as close to cas as he can and every morning when they wake up cas always mumbles “why are you sleeping like that?” and dean grumpily replies “your a blanket stealer, that’s why” but he kisses cas so sweetly that it doesn’t really matter anyway
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