[ bold faced, unmasked sincerity is sometimes a too bright floodlight on their relationship. While it certainly has its welcome places between them, there’s an expiration period to it just as well. Perhaps it’s Castiel’s nature to add it something too oddly specific, or perhaps it’s just accustomed to putting a bump in the road of too vulnerable, too honest interaction with such a new and rare arena like love.
Cas leans in against Dean’s lips, a smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. The Feelings resonate with him, even if the dialogue doesn’t match, but words have so rarely been their most authentic means of communicating. The affection speaks tenfold and Cas basks in it, a pleased hum buzzing in his chest and shifting his fingers to scoot up under the sleeves of his jacket, tracing distracted paths along veins and arteries. Satisfying the ever-present urge to touch and draw him in closer. He nudges his nose against dean’s cheek, rests their foreheads together, and whispers in a low, private murmur. ]
Besides, worms provide better nutrient availability, drainage and soil structure stability. [ exactly the kind of thing one longs for a lover to whisper sensually into their ear. ] They’re essential to a healthy ecosystem.
[ he dips forward, drops a kiss against Dean’s jaw, and settles into Dean’s personal space. Pulling back, cas boops their noses together and poses a vital philosophical quandary. ]
Do you imagine worms have the level of self-awareness necessary for consenting to angelic possession?
[ naturally, if Dean is a worm, cas will just have to live a worm life with him. Dean’s opened pandora’s wormbox, now he lives with the consequences. ]
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[ bold faced, unmasked sincerity is sometimes a too bright floodlight on their relationship. While it certainly has its welcome places between them, there’s an expiration period to it just as well. Perhaps it’s Castiel’s nature to add it something too oddly specific, or perhaps it’s just accustomed to putting a bump in the road of too vulnerable, too honest interaction with such a new and rare arena like love.
Cas leans in against Dean’s lips, a smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. The Feelings resonate with him, even if the dialogue doesn’t match, but words have so rarely been their most authentic means of communicating. The affection speaks tenfold and Cas basks in it, a pleased hum buzzing in his chest and shifting his fingers to scoot up under the sleeves of his jacket, tracing distracted paths along veins and arteries. Satisfying the ever-present urge to touch and draw him in closer. He nudges his nose against dean’s cheek, rests their foreheads together, and whispers in a low, private murmur. ]
Besides, worms provide better nutrient availability, drainage and soil structure stability. [ exactly the kind of thing one longs for a lover to whisper sensually into their ear. ] They’re essential to a healthy ecosystem.
[ he dips forward, drops a kiss against Dean’s jaw, and settles into Dean’s personal space. Pulling back, cas boops their noses together and poses a vital philosophical quandary. ]
Do you imagine worms have the level of self-awareness necessary for consenting to angelic possession?
[ naturally, if Dean is a worm, cas will just have to live a worm life with him. Dean’s opened pandora’s wormbox, now he lives with the consequences. ]