It was the almost-sex that put Cas at ease, and then eventually into slumber. It left him feeling weightless and euphoric, his whole mind and body at rest. They layed there for hours, Cas, was still not over what had happened (or rather, almost happened) that morning. He cuddled into Dean, shifting so one leg draped across both of Dean's, and with an arched back, he could mumble unconsciously into his neck.
Dean, after releasing all emotion about what had happened in that barn, practiced the whole explanation speech to a sleeping Castiel, to prepare to give it to a conscious one.
They had expected it to be awkward, when both were awake; it was anything but. It was peaceful and sweet, with Castiel's face buried in the crook of Dean's neck, the Winchester boy spilled his guts. Soon, Castiel's mind held a secret drawer for the information Dean had spoken in his ear. Everything Dean knew, Cas had been told.
There was something about a man who could not see that broke down walls in Dean's mind, and he had no idea why, but he wanted to share with him. After the strange occurance that included several thousand heated kisses and the realization that Dean was getting hot and bothered over some stranger, Dean became confused. It wasn't necessarily the fact that he was putty in a stranger's hands, but the fact that the stranger was a guy. With a dick. And stubble. Both of which drove Dean absolutely crazy.
Cas on the other hand was fairly contempt with his sexuality, if he felt a strong bond with someone, no matter what, he might consider sexual relations with them. He never thought himself gay, or bi, or pansexual, he was just...Cas. Unlike Dean, who told himself day in and day out for that his entire life, he was straight as a pole.
There was a strange air when they met, it was casual at first, just an agent asking questions to a shaken young man. But when Castiel requested he be brought along with Dean, something sparked. Maybe it was losing Sam that pulled him towards Cas, but the hunter, through his fog of confusion thought back, to when he thought that women were totally his thing, and had been for his entire life. But from the moment the man with the dark sunglasses and messy hair followed him back to the impala; like a lost puppy, he concluded that he was most definitely cas-sexual.
Returning from his cloud of thought, Dean propped himself up and let Cas cuddle closer.
" So now you know it all, I guess. " He muttered quietly, the first words spoken since he had torn open his brain and given Castiel a private tour of the inner-workings of his mind.
" I'm glad, " Cas said, and paused a little, his lips parted in gentle thought as he contemplated what he should say next.
He had sort of figured that there was more to life than what the average person saw. The things he had feared most as a child had brought him to the beginning of something new.
" I am glad that there are people like you keeping us safe. "
Dean let out a breath, a sigh of content, when those words spilled from Castiel's lips. They brought happiness to him, and filled him with a friendly warmth that spread to his cheeks.
He thought Cas very beautiful, like a porcelain doll. In his bed-headed, sleepy state, Dean couldn't think of a word to say. He felt pity for him, not being able to see, but he also admired Cas for his strong-hearted attitude.
It was a true pity that Castiel could not see his partner in the same drunken-sleepy tones brought on by whiskey and lack of sleep. His green eyes still kept their luster, and every hair on his head appeared to be out of place, courtesy of Castiel's slender fingers, when they reached out and tugged gently.
He did not want to pity Castiel, that is not what the blue eyed man would want. But Dean couldn't help feeling sad that Cas wouldn't be able to see him as Dean had seen Cas--
Almost glowing with pleasure as each traded kisses, messy, disheveled hair and pale skin against Dean's, dotted with tiny brown speckles, too-tight boxers that hugged hips, soft grey sweatpants that slipped and tugged with the synchronized moves.
He pitied that he could not look into his eyes and see a mirrored, lusting look.
But where Castiel would see from, held two glassy orbs of blue, patterned so naturally with white, then blue and black. In the blue of his eyes, under the slight milky film that Castiel's blindness brought, held the very universe and all of its inhabitants. In it were flecks of grey and green that illuminated them, even through a cold, blank stare that seemed to be plastered to his face permanently.
In slow moments of mutual understanding, Dean and Cas became familiar with the fact that they each wanted something very similar from the other.
{{ ok so sup my bruhs and bruhettes. I really hope you enjoyed this bc I spent a few days on it with no inspiration (boo). my wifi has been out for a few days, thus my lack of posting, but it has given me a chance to constantly read over this chapter. ily bbs}}
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