Do I take the couch? Do I sleep with Cas?
Take the goddamn couch, Dean. You don't know if Cas wants you. Chances are, he doesn't.
I know, but I - he needs me, and I - I -
I don't know. Someone needs to stay with Cas. He doesn't freaking know how to sleep.
What, do I teach him?
Or you could stay with him, wrap your arms around his litheness and keep it forever, trace little wings on his back and call him angel - your angel -
Whoa, hang on, let's not be hasty.
God, though, he's hot.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do.
Sam's voice jolted Dean out of his head, into the world. "Look. Someone needs to help Cas. Since you and him share a more profound bond or whatever -"
"Shut up."
Dean stormed out of the kitchen. Sam flicked through channels on their TV, and settled for PBS. They were showing a production of Guys & Dolls, live from Broadway, and Sam hummed "Marry the Man Today" to himself.
Yeah, okay, he was a high school drama dork.
(Just a sort of mini ficlet thing as a halfway point between Chapters 3 & 4.)
Marry the man today
Rather than sigh in sorrow
Marry the man today
And change his ways tomorrow.
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comforter (destiel)
FanfictionCas learns how to be human, with Dean's help. Pairing: Destiel. Warning: spoilers for season 8. If you haven't seen it yet, you might not want to read this yet.
