The days had passed with the pace that a slug might travel at.
Probably slower.
They were filled with whiskey nights and black coffee mornings, each day another bill tacked on for their room, which the hunter somehow payed for, along with Chinese takeout. Each day was the same, sleepy kisses in the mornings mixed with warm showers the two would take, both agreeably stating that it was saving water.
Dean took this time to bask at the mere sight of Cas, in a plush blue bathrobe with his hair mussed the wrong ,way.
" Come back to bed, baby. " He would coo, tempting the man who blindly shuffled around, tails of his robe flowing behind him. Dean would grab him by the robe's ties and pull him back, butt first into make out sessions of intense proportions.
Neither of them mentioned that despite the immense cuddling, there was nothing more that they had done. Until Dean, one day, supposedly still mopey from grieving, decided it was an appropriate time to climb into bed beside a sleeping Cas and kiss him until he woke, with a love-drunken smile on his face.
There was touching, yes, but Dean's fingers were light and gentle, pricking at the small of Cas's back as he placed a knee on either side of his hips. On the other hand, Cas held a fiery touch that tensed his muscles and focused his mind.
On the seventh day, Cas took Dean's hand in his own and pressed his lips together. From the side of the bed, he rested a knee on the edge.
" Dean, we can't stay here forever. " To which Dean replied with a groan of discontent.
Cas let his brow furrow, face contorting into a soft, but slightly annoyed shape.
" Dean. " More groaning.
Castiel clambered into the bed, feeling down Dean's back with nimble fingers. He slid under the covers and after tracing a finger down, he placed kisses down the slight ridge in his back, then around his hip, where he proceeded to take a nip at the skin. This earned a surprised yelp from Dean, who was entranced in the kissing and had not expected that.
Popping his head up from the sheets with a small grin, he felt up to find Dean's face, taking it gently between two fingers and leaning, so their foreheads touched.
" We. Cannot. Stay. Here. Forever. " he muttered playfully, but his words were all true.
" I know, " Dean replied, his voice soft and his eyes even softer, staring hopelessly, examining every inch of Castiel's face.
In his tone was a certain thick sadness that tugged at the strings of Castiel's heart.
" But where the hell are we going to go? "
" I don't know...somewhere else. You feel like...killing something? "
The words were foreign on his tongue, even thinking of the world unknown to Castiel brought him great confusion, but Dean nodded with a quiet "yes".
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hear me now (destiel fanfic)
أدب الهواة" He wracked his brains for the right words to say, gently parting his lips as if to speak, but shutting them quickly, deciding whatever he was going to say was not right. The man who sat beside him had no knowledge of the creatures and demons who s...
