Nah, don't apologize. It was so...angelic. [ He grins, flashing Cas a little wink as he helps him out of the car, muscling up under his shoulder, arm around his waist. ]
Somewhere in Indiana. [ He thinks. ] I saw this place in a picture once, when I was a kid. I cut it out of a magazine, and later, when the internet came around, I finally found out where it was. The owners used to go away a lot, it was just some old retired couple. Their kids own it now, they never come here, so they just rent it out. They live somewhere in the suburbs of Indianapolis. This is too 'rustic'.
[ But Dean likes it. It has charm. He could never afford this on his own, but...
A splurge. Or maybe an illegal stay, who's to say. ]
[ The first joke might have gone over Castiel's head, but this one is much more transparent. Not a health issue, then. He levies Dean an unimpressed stare, though it likely loses some of its bite by the flush of his cheeks, as Castiel is almost as embarrassed by the joke as he is made warm by that smile and that wink. Dean is absolutely incorrigible, and Castiel is deeply in love.
The story paints a vivid picture, and Castiel is far more interested in Dean reminiscing about his childhood and his dreams of this place than of its physical location. He watches Dean as Dean explains his relation to this place and where the owners are, and then Castiel gives his attention back to the forest and the cabin in front of them. ]
Isn't it strange that an angel could feel more connection to nature than some humans, when we're so much further apart from it.
[ Castiel's true form doesn't even exist in the same dimension as the physical forms the Earth has birthed. It's a shame to think that some people might not appreciate the beauty they're connected to when it's right here at their fingertips. Without waiting for Dean, he wanders towards the cabin and begins taking the stairs. He'd like to see the lake on the other side. More urgently, he'd like to see the bathroom. Being nearly human is incredibly inconvenient. ]
[ He still has that picture somewhere, stashed in the impala. It's a pipe dream of an old mans life. A fishing pier, a quiet lake. A small canoe, maybe. Things Dean know he will never have for himself, experiencing them only fleetingly or in dreams. ]
Uh huh. [ He watches Cas wander off, brow raised because Cas is definitely making a beeline towards something, and when Dean realizes what he's doing he chuckles to himself. ]
Oh, now he understands the need to be a little human.
[ The memory of that night spent with Dean more intimately than he's ever been with anyone else, fleeting though it was, is precious enough to him that he will be grateful for it forever, even if he never experiences another private night like that one with Dean again. Sometimes, experiencing things fleetingly is experience enough.
Except urinating. Castiel could have gone his entire existence without experiencing the pressure of a full bladder, however fleeting this experience is. ]
I'm not human. And I'm far from "little."
[ Castiel reminds Dean tersely, the idyllic picture of private time spent with Dean at a lakeside cabin ruined by the embarrassingly human requirements of his grace-deprived body. He tries the doorknob at the top of the steps, and miraculously it opens. Castiel doesn't waste time in taking in the furnishings. He finds the nearest bathroom, and manages to relieve himself, wash his hands, and drink from the sink all with relative ease. The mirror proves a distraction, though. Most of the blood had been cleaned away by Dean the day prior, but his knuckles and cheek remain bruised. His side aches slightly, but the bandage is clean, and even though his shirt is ripped and bloodstained, Castiel gives in to the urge to button it back up, anyway. With the tie, his blazer and jacket in place, it almost disguises the terrible condition his shirt is in. He doesn't want to worry about his clothing right now, or the hollow pain of his stomach. There will be time for that later, once Dean is settled.
Castiel leaves the bathroom and wanders the cabin at a more leisurely pace as he takes in the "rustic" decor, the clean-smelling furniture, and the many appliances during his search for Dean. It's much cleaner and larger than the motels Dean and Sam usually stay in. It feels like someone's home. He can imagine Dean living here. If he allows his imagination to wander dangerously far, he can imagine living here himself, with Dean. ]
You're right, I'm sorry. You're not little or human.
[ Touchy.
He kinda gets why, though. It's not a great sign that this is happening, and it's probably a lot more shocking to Cas than it is to Dean.
Leaving the angel alone to take care of business in the bathroom, Dean heads out to the car to get what little they've got - his duffle, his collection of phones, the oil. He wants it all in here for safekeeping, plus he could stand a shower and a change of clothes, anyway.
And, there's a washing machine here. He desperately needs to do laundry.
He's in the process of loading said washer When he hears Cas call his name, and he pokes his head out, brows up. ]
[ Regardless of what's happening to Castiel after the draining of his grace, it isn't Dean who's responsible, and he certainly wasn't intending for Dean to apologize for his remark. Still, it does help soften his frustration to hear it. There's something satisfying about relieving himself also that Castiel decides not to examine too closely. Being human is infinitely strange, and as Dean correctly stated, he's only experiencing a "little" of it. He can't imagine how Dean manages to live this way all the time.
He's reminded of that fact as he finds Dean putting his clothing into the washing machine. Of course. That's very resourceful. He steps aside and leans against the wall, gesturing for Dean to continue. ]
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt.
lmfao why is cas right, there's something so satisfying about a good pee
[ It's nice to not have to pay to wash his clothes for once. It even nicer to not have to wash them in a fucking bathtub with motel soap, because he and Sam have definitely done that when they were low on cash. He throws everything he's got into the heavy duty washer - socks, jeans, his plaid, tees, all his Dickies and Carhartt shirts - and tosses a packet of detergent in.
Talk about satisfying.
He closes the lid, leans on the machine and lifts his brows. ]
[ Though the clothes are in the machine and the job seems finished, from what Castiel can tell, he offers anyway. ]
Is there anything I can help you with?
[ Castiel has never done laundry before, and he has no idea what else Dean normally does to get settled into a place where he's going to be spending some time. When he arrives at the motels, Dean and Sam are already comfortable. But if there's anything he can do to make the job easier for Dean, he'd like to do it. He's just awoken from sleeping that has helped him heal, however slightly. Meanwhile, Dean spent that time driving. He should rest, and Castiel would like to help Dean get to it in any way he can. ]
[ He's also thinking about dinner - he'd gotten some supplies at the gas station (alcohol, snacks), but there's not really anything for miles around here. No diners, no dive bars. He'll have to make a grocery run once he gets Cas settled. ]
Nah, not really. I just wanted to wash my clothes while we're here. You wanna wash what's left of yours?
[ Cas is looking a little bit like something the cat dragged in, as much as he's tried to his his mangled and bloodied shirt. ]
[ Humans are incredibly inventive to have made a machine that washes their clothes for them. It's a relief to Castiel that Dean won't be taxed by it. The offer startles him, not because he hadn't considered cleaning his clothes also (and it's generous of Dean to offer), but because the clothes in question are currently on his body. ]
I have no other clothing to change into.
[ Castiel isn't particularly self-conscious, given his "body" isn't actually what he looks like, but being naked in public is generally against common human social practices as Castiel understands them. More importantly, being naked around Dean has taken on a different significance, and he isn't sure if Dean means to be inviting intimacy or the nakedness of this situation would be embarrassing, as he suspects, rather than arousing. ]
[ God bless modern technology, indeed. Especially when it's free, and he doesn't have to shovel quarters in and wait on it for a few hours. ]
Just wear something of mine. Or go naked. Since when are you modest?
[ He'll hold a hand out, a brow lifted. Give him those dirty clothes, Cas. His duffles right there on the floor, Cas can pick something out. There's some clean stuff; jeans, a Led Zeppelin shirt. ]
[ When Dean's hand is held out expectantly, Castiel's begins tugging open his tie immediately, as if the offer had been a command. There's very little he would refuse, when it comes to Dean, and certainly not a request to lose clothing, when he finds clothing in general to be an uncomfortable inconvenience, originally intended to provide protection from the elements, then taken to a puritanical extreme. ]
If it's alright.
[ It's an extreme Dean seems to have embraced, always covered from head to toe, shying away from nudity generally outside of intimate encounters, which has Castiel eyeing him curiously now as he hands over his tie (why wouldn't it get washed with the rest?), and his coat, and his bloodied and ripped shirt. There's bruising on the skin of his bare chest still that hasn't healed, and the stark white of the bandage at his side is clean, but the wound remains only superficially closed beneath. Though there's an uncomfortable tug each time he stretches his arms to remove his clothing, it's ignored. Castiel's attention is entirely on Dean as he tries to suss out the difference. He hesitates to ask outright, but ultimately gives in to the urge. ]
[ He takes everything Cas gives him and dumps it into the wash - save the tie, that he'll spot clean separately, try to get as much blood out as he can. He turns, gives Cas a little privacy while he turns on the washer and dabs at the tie, though he glances over his shoulder at the question.
It's a good one - and it's one he isn't sure how to answer. Has it changed? Yes, fundamentally, on a molecular level. Dean swears he can feel his blood race when Cas gets close, his heart speeds up, the mark on his shoulder throbs.
But, then again, maybe it hasn't. Maybe all of this has been there all along - the emotions, the stolen glances, the tangible pressure Dean always feels under his skin whenever they get too close to one another.
We're like Chernobyl.
It's easy to blame what he feels on that, now that he knows - it's just his soul reacting to Cas' grace, right? That's what has the blush rising in his cheeks as his eyes skim over Cas' form, that's what has him in lonely motel bathrooms, a hand on his cock, Cas' face in his mind.
That's not the case though, and maybe in the beginning Dean didn't recognize it for what it was, for what he was thinking or feeling, but he thinks he does now.
[ The relationship Castiel shares with Dean was ordained by Heaven, once. He believed he was tasked by God Himself to locate Dean's soul in Hell, to find every flayed piece and join them together with a decayed body made whole. It was his mission to protect and guide Dean through his trials, and to prepare him for occupation by Michael.
He failed at that. God betrayed him, along with humanity, and Castiel betrayed Heaven for them. For Dean. Their relationship was once easy for him to understand, but now it's undeniably human. They're allies, certainly. And they're friends, he believes. But the newly added intimate side of their relationship has him puzzled. He loves Dean, and he believes that Dean loves him, in some way, but he hesitates to put a name to it. Dean doesn't offer any elucidation on the matter, and so Castiel is left to wonder. He watches Dean scrub at his tie by hand, unsure if it's necessity or preference that has him clean it separately from the rest, but he appreciates the metaphor it creates. He feels cared for by Dean. Dean is gentle with him in a way he never was before, and Castiel's admiration and love for Dean have only grown stronger. ]
I was worried that my friendship with you had made me weaker, even before losing my grace. To separate oneself from one's kind is to be alone, and to be alone is to be vulnerable.
[ That's how humans feel when they're stripped naked, isn't it? Castiel is practically human now, and stripped down to his boxers, he's practically naked. Even though he's in Dean's presence, though, he doesn't feel any more vulnerable for it. He feels the opposite. Emboldened by the idea, he steps forward to close the distance between himself and Dean. He rests his hands gently on Dean's hips, and leans in to kiss the little bit of exposed skin he finds of Dean's neck, just above Dean's shirt collars. ]
When I'm with you, though, I don't feel alone. Though I am as weak as I'd feared I'd become, paradoxically, I feel stronger.
now im picturing this thread and s6 repercussions with THIS involved thanks for that brain fuck lol
[ He's carefully, deliberately spot cleaning Cas' tie, like it's the angel himself he's taking care of. It's certainly a metaphor, because he could have just as easily thrown it in the wash (and likely ruined it) with the rest of their stuff, but...no.
Dean turns his gaze back to what he's doing, but he's listening to Cas, hearing to what he's saying because he isn't sure how he feels about any of that. What must it be like, being so cut off, so separated, so alone? It's hard to imagine.
Sam spent six months without Dean when the Trickster was fucking with them, and Sam who spent four months alone while Dean was in hell - he's probably one to talk to about being alone, though Dean thinks maybe knows a thing or two about it, also.
He stiffens a fraction when Cas invades his space, but he doesn't pull away, instead stilling his hands that are sticky from stain remover, tipping his head a fraction, giving permission. ]
So does that mean...I make you weak? [ He's not sure if that's the point Cas is getting at, because the angel didn't really answer the question.
[ Sam has always been rebellious, questioning, eager to separate himself from what's right and ally himself with whomever is stronger, despite knowing there would be repercussions. He's like Castiel in that way, and that's why Castiel would find Sam's opinion hard to value. Choosing the wrong thing is easy. Choosing what's right and having faith in your decisions even when the odds seem insurmountable... That's where Dean's excels and why Castiel admires him so deeply. The idea that Dean could possibly think that Castiel blames him for his weakness is laughable, and Castiel smiles between kisses to Dean's skin. ]
No, not weak. You make me feel human.
[ He lets his forehead rest against the back of Dean's, and his eyes close as he inhales. There's such a simplicity to human senses. Touching Dean doesn't feel profound, and yet the echoes of that profundity remain in the intimacy they share. Dean's hair and skin smell like shampoo, soap, and the leather of his jacket, and Castiel appreciates the combination for its sense memory of Dean, and how he feels in this moment rather than his chemical composition or the stardust that combined to form those scents. In this moment, Castiel can appreciate Dean, not as Michael's vessel or a perfect work of God, but as Dean, and that's incredibly powerful. More powerful than angels are meant to understand. Dean's hands washing his tie in soapy water and the welcoming tilt of Dean's head are precious gifts. ]
I once thought being human and being weak were one and the same, but time and time again, you've shown me otherwise.
[ To Castiel's question, has their relationship changed? It seems like it, but only to Castiel, because, thanks to Dean, he has changed. He isn't sure whether Dean feels the same, but that Dean allows him into his space like this is reassurance enough. ]
f m l (also wow its good jimmy isn't in that vessel anymore, he got way more than he bargained for)
[ It's understandable, really, why Cas would come to that conclusion - that to be human is to be weak. A being like Cas is too large and infinite for Dean's brain to really comprehend - he's like those videos of earth they show you when you're a kid, the ones that start with the earth, then the moon, then the sun, then the next biggest star, then the next, until earth isn't even visible anymore.
You think it looks pretty cool, but you can't really grasp the vastness of it.
It's easy to associate humans with weakness. They are weak, in the grand scheme of things. They're held back by the constraints of only three dimensions, limited in their range of colors, of sounds, of light.
Dean drops a hand to cover one of Cas', skin wet, his touch light, tentative. ]
Guess that's a good thing, then. [ He lays Cas' tie out on top of the washer, smoothing it with his hands. He'll let it sit like that a while, come back later, rinse it, hang it to dry. In the meantime, he turns in Cas' grip to face him tipping his head a little, just...studying him. The expression on his face, the blue of his eyes, the telltale sparkle that tells him that there's an angel in there, not Jimmy, God rest his soul. ]
You're one of the strongest people - er, angels - I know.
[ Dean's calling it "a good thing" is a vast underestimation to Castiel. That an angel, a being designed to follow the orders they're given explicitly and unerringly, could feel anything at all is remarkable. That he came to question, to doubt, and to rebel against Heaven isn't unique to Castiel, but it is exceptional to angels. The only difference between him and Ana is a selfless desire to help humanity. The only difference between him and Lucifer, from what he can tell, is love. Lucifer loved God. And Castiel, well...
God has become something of a golden idol to him. He prays to God still. He asks for guidance, but the only true guidance he's received has been from Dean. He thinks he may be starting to love Dean more than God, and it scares him. It's freeing, in a way. It's also terrifying. Castiel should feel afraid in Dean's presence, as men first did when they saw the face of God, but he can't bring himself to fear. He only feels warmth when Dean's hand rests over his, even for the wet of it. He feels even warmer when Dean turns to meet his eyes. ]
I take my strength from the strongest human I know.
[ Castiel's eyes drop to Dean's lips, and he remembers lying in the car earlier, how he dared to kiss Dean without asking and how Dean didn't shy from it, but kissed him back harder. He leans in now, voice hushed, and takes strength. He brings the hand not tangled with Dean's up to Dean's jaw, and he kisses Dean's mouth gently. ]
[ His lips twitch towards a smile, their fingers laced, warm skin on skin. This is still new for Dean; the scrape of stubble when Cas leans in, the taste of Cas on his lips, the way his heart flops in his chest.
He remembers what their kiss earned them earlier, though, and that's Cas pulling his wound open and a cry of pain. As much as Dean wants to haul Cas close, set up up on the washing machine and devour every inch, he refrains. Instead, he traces Cas' lips gently with his tongue, tasting what almost feels forbidden, before pulling back, sliding his free hand over Cas' belly and dropping his eyes to where he's bandaged. ]
How're we doin' with that? Want me to take a look at it?
[ Castiel smiles into the kiss, because he does know. In whatever way their relationship may have changed and whatever road it leads him on, Dean is a good man, and strengthening their relationship in this way feels very much like a good thing. Castiel leans into the kiss eagerly without concern for whatever pain might come from it. His skin shivers under Dean's hand and, distracted by the pleasant sensation, he has to look down to realize exactly what Dean is referring to. He frowns. ]
It feels fine, for now.
[ As much as he'd like to have Dean's hands and attention on him, the injury is a poor excuse. He's already wasted enough of Dean's supplies. Inevitably, it will need to be changed again. Humans are sweaty things, and he's beginning to feel the oil and salt of his skin accumulating. Dean should rest first, though. That should be his priority, not Castiel.
That's Castiel's intention, at least, until his stomach gurgles under Dean's hand, and he's forced to admit, reluctantly. ]
I may be hungry... if there's food available nearby.
[ Bodily functions are incredibly awkward, and Castiel is much more embarrassed by the noise his stomach just made (Through his skin? Odd.) than by his nudity. Color rises to his cheeks, and he busies himself with leaning down and opening the duffle Dean had offered him use of earlier, as reluctant as he is to lose the contact of Dean's hands. He doesn't need to be dressed, but he can't imagine that walking around the cabin nearly naked wouldn't act as a distraction, for Dean if not for himself, and given the state of his injury and their attempt at intimacy in the car earlier, any sexual advances made now would end in frustration.
Also, Castiel has never worn anything besides the one outfit before. He'd like to see if different clothes feel differently. There must be some appeal to flannel, or else Dean and Sam wouldn't wear it so often. ]
I appreciate it.
[ The food and the offer of clothing, though he wishes there was more he could do for Dean, and himself, to feel like less of a burden. He pulls the first t-shirt he finds over his head, unconcerned by the meaning of the words on the front. Next, he finds a pair of jeans to pull on, though he's even more awkward in pulling them on that the shirt, completely unaccustomed to dressing himself this way. He very nearly loses his balance in the process, but recovers quickly. The fly is closed. He's mastered the art now, after his earlier attempts with Dean. And he pulls a flannel shirt over his shoulders, though he's not entirely sure what its purpose is. It does make him feel warmer. He leaves it unbuttoned, as Dean wears them, and looks at Dean expectantly. Is he dressed properly? ]
[ Cas leans down to pull something clean out and Dean can't help but study him; the curve of his spine as he bends, his hips, his ass.
Dean clears his throat and moves to rinse his hands off in the sink, using a little cold water to splash on his face. Calm down, Winchester. Jesus. Deep breaths, get it together. You can't be wanting to jump his bones every time you see him now - that's not gonna work. They'll constantly be distracted, Sam will figure it out, and it'll just..
End in tears, probably.
He turns back to find Cas dressed, looking at him like he deserves a prize, and Dean has to admit - Cas looks good in Dean's shit. Like, really good. Something about his stuff wrapping the angel up has him twitching in his pants and he shifts closer, chewing on his lower lip as he reaches out to smooth imaginary wrinkles out from the flannel. ]
[ While the clothes don't feel altogether strange from his own, only different, it's well worth having changed into them for Dean's reaction. Dean bites his lip in a way that very much makes Castiel want to kiss him, and Dean's words, however underserving Castiel feels, has him smiling like a flower warmed by the sun. ]
It can't possibly suit me better than its owner. But I appreciate the compliment.
[ Dean is close, touching him, and Castiel tries and fails to resist temptation. He covers Dean's hands with his own, leans in slowly enough not to tear open his injury, and kisses Dean again warmly.
He's still hungry (apparently) in a way that aches, but these clothes are obviously important to Dean, and so Castiel lets his curiosity win out. He leans back from Dean to look down at his own chest and make sure he'd read the words correctly. Yes, it's "led" not "lead." He's baffled. ]
What is a "Led Zeppelin" ?
[ Castiel looks back up at Dean for clarification. The words both make sense to him, but who's leading the zeppelin, where to, and why? Obviously there's a reference he isn't understanding. ]
[ It's laughable how easily Dean can fold when it comes to people he cares about. Cas leans in and kisses him again, and despite the vow he'd made just moments prior to get his shit together, he kisses him back, soft and sweet, sliding his hands lightly down Cas' arms.
The question pulls him out of it, thank God, and he glances down at the shirt and he laughs a little, glad for the distraction, and slings and arm around Cas' shoulders to walk him to the kitchen. There's some gas station sandwiches with their names on 'em in the bags he brought in. ]
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Somewhere in Indiana. [ He thinks. ] I saw this place in a picture once, when I was a kid. I cut it out of a magazine, and later, when the internet came around, I finally found out where it was. The owners used to go away a lot, it was just some old retired couple. Their kids own it now, they never come here, so they just rent it out. They live somewhere in the suburbs of Indianapolis. This is too 'rustic'.
[ But Dean likes it. It has charm. He could never afford this on his own, but...
A splurge. Or maybe an illegal stay, who's to say. ]
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The story paints a vivid picture, and Castiel is far more interested in Dean reminiscing about his childhood and his dreams of this place than of its physical location. He watches Dean as Dean explains his relation to this place and where the owners are, and then Castiel gives his attention back to the forest and the cabin in front of them. ]
Isn't it strange that an angel could feel more connection to nature than some humans, when we're so much further apart from it.
[ Castiel's true form doesn't even exist in the same dimension as the physical forms the Earth has birthed. It's a shame to think that some people might not appreciate the beauty they're connected to when it's right here at their fingertips. Without waiting for Dean, he wanders towards the cabin and begins taking the stairs. He'd like to see the lake on the other side. More urgently, he'd like to see the bathroom. Being nearly human is incredibly inconvenient. ]
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Uh huh. [ He watches Cas wander off, brow raised because Cas is definitely making a beeline towards something, and when Dean realizes what he's doing he chuckles to himself. ]
Oh, now he understands the need to be a little human.
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Except urinating. Castiel could have gone his entire existence without experiencing the pressure of a full bladder, however fleeting this experience is. ]
I'm not human. And I'm far from "little."
[ Castiel reminds Dean tersely, the idyllic picture of private time spent with Dean at a lakeside cabin ruined by the embarrassingly human requirements of his grace-deprived body. He tries the doorknob at the top of the steps, and miraculously it opens. Castiel doesn't waste time in taking in the furnishings. He finds the nearest bathroom, and manages to relieve himself, wash his hands, and drink from the sink all with relative ease. The mirror proves a distraction, though. Most of the blood had been cleaned away by Dean the day prior, but his knuckles and cheek remain bruised. His side aches slightly, but the bandage is clean, and even though his shirt is ripped and bloodstained, Castiel gives in to the urge to button it back up, anyway. With the tie, his blazer and jacket in place, it almost disguises the terrible condition his shirt is in. He doesn't want to worry about his clothing right now, or the hollow pain of his stomach. There will be time for that later, once Dean is settled.
Castiel leaves the bathroom and wanders the cabin at a more leisurely pace as he takes in the "rustic" decor, the clean-smelling furniture, and the many appliances during his search for Dean. It's much cleaner and larger than the motels Dean and Sam usually stay in. It feels like someone's home. He can imagine Dean living here. If he allows his imagination to wander dangerously far, he can imagine living here himself, with Dean. ]
Dean?
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[ Touchy.
He kinda gets why, though. It's not a great sign that this is happening, and it's probably a lot more shocking to Cas than it is to Dean.
Leaving the angel alone to take care of business in the bathroom, Dean heads out to the car to get what little they've got - his duffle, his collection of phones, the oil. He wants it all in here for safekeeping, plus he could stand a shower and a change of clothes, anyway.
And, there's a washing machine here. He desperately needs to do laundry.
He's in the process of loading said washer When he hears Cas call his name, and he pokes his head out, brows up. ]
Yeah? What's up?
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He's reminded of that fact as he finds Dean putting his clothing into the washing machine. Of course. That's very resourceful. He steps aside and leans against the wall, gesturing for Dean to continue. ]
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt.
lmfao why is cas right, there's something so satisfying about a good pee
[ It's nice to not have to pay to wash his clothes for once. It even nicer to not have to wash them in a fucking bathtub with motel soap, because he and Sam have definitely done that when they were low on cash. He throws everything he's got into the heavy duty washer - socks, jeans, his plaid, tees, all his Dickies and Carhartt shirts - and tosses a packet of detergent in.
Talk about satisfying.
He closes the lid, leans on the machine and lifts his brows. ]
What is it, Cas?
being human is super weird, no lie
Is there anything I can help you with?
[ Castiel has never done laundry before, and he has no idea what else Dean normally does to get settled into a place where he's going to be spending some time. When he arrives at the motels, Dean and Sam are already comfortable. But if there's anything he can do to make the job easier for Dean, he'd like to do it. He's just awoken from sleeping that has helped him heal, however slightly. Meanwhile, Dean spent that time driving. He should rest, and Castiel would like to help Dean get to it in any way he can. ]
it really is ffs
Nah, not really. I just wanted to wash my clothes while we're here. You wanna wash what's left of yours?
[ Cas is looking a little bit like something the cat dragged in, as much as he's tried to his his mangled and bloodied shirt. ]
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I have no other clothing to change into.
[ Castiel isn't particularly self-conscious, given his "body" isn't actually what he looks like, but being naked in public is generally against common human social practices as Castiel understands them. More importantly, being naked around Dean has taken on a different significance, and he isn't sure if Dean means to be inviting intimacy or the nakedness of this situation would be embarrassing, as he suspects, rather than arousing. ]
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Just wear something of mine. Or go naked. Since when are you modest?
[ He'll hold a hand out, a brow lifted. Give him those dirty clothes, Cas. His duffles right there on the floor, Cas can pick something out. There's some clean stuff; jeans, a Led Zeppelin shirt. ]
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If it's alright.
[ It's an extreme Dean seems to have embraced, always covered from head to toe, shying away from nudity generally outside of intimate encounters, which has Castiel eyeing him curiously now as he hands over his tie (why wouldn't it get washed with the rest?), and his coat, and his bloodied and ripped shirt. There's bruising on the skin of his bare chest still that hasn't healed, and the stark white of the bandage at his side is clean, but the wound remains only superficially closed beneath. Though there's an uncomfortable tug each time he stretches his arms to remove his clothing, it's ignored. Castiel's attention is entirely on Dean as he tries to suss out the difference. He hesitates to ask outright, but ultimately gives in to the urge. ]
Dean, has our relationship changed?
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It's a good one - and it's one he isn't sure how to answer. Has it changed? Yes, fundamentally, on a molecular level. Dean swears he can feel his blood race when Cas gets close, his heart speeds up, the mark on his shoulder throbs.
But, then again, maybe it hasn't. Maybe all of this has been there all along - the emotions, the stolen glances, the tangible pressure Dean always feels under his skin whenever they get too close to one another.
We're like Chernobyl.
It's easy to blame what he feels on that, now that he knows - it's just his soul reacting to Cas' grace, right? That's what has the blush rising in his cheeks as his eyes skim over Cas' form, that's what has him in lonely motel bathrooms, a hand on his cock, Cas' face in his mind.
That's not the case though, and maybe in the beginning Dean didn't recognize it for what it was, for what he was thinking or feeling, but he thinks he does now.
And that scares the hell out of him. ]
I dunno. Has it, Cas?
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He failed at that. God betrayed him, along with humanity, and Castiel betrayed Heaven for them. For Dean. Their relationship was once easy for him to understand, but now it's undeniably human. They're allies, certainly. And they're friends, he believes. But the newly added intimate side of their relationship has him puzzled. He loves Dean, and he believes that Dean loves him, in some way, but he hesitates to put a name to it. Dean doesn't offer any elucidation on the matter, and so Castiel is left to wonder. He watches Dean scrub at his tie by hand, unsure if it's necessity or preference that has him clean it separately from the rest, but he appreciates the metaphor it creates. He feels cared for by Dean. Dean is gentle with him in a way he never was before, and Castiel's admiration and love for Dean have only grown stronger. ]
I was worried that my friendship with you had made me weaker, even before losing my grace. To separate oneself from one's kind is to be alone, and to be alone is to be vulnerable.
[ That's how humans feel when they're stripped naked, isn't it? Castiel is practically human now, and stripped down to his boxers, he's practically naked. Even though he's in Dean's presence, though, he doesn't feel any more vulnerable for it. He feels the opposite. Emboldened by the idea, he steps forward to close the distance between himself and Dean. He rests his hands gently on Dean's hips, and leans in to kiss the little bit of exposed skin he finds of Dean's neck, just above Dean's shirt collars. ]
When I'm with you, though, I don't feel alone. Though I am as weak as I'd feared I'd become, paradoxically, I feel stronger.
now im picturing this thread and s6 repercussions with THIS involved thanks for that brain fuck lol
Dean turns his gaze back to what he's doing, but he's listening to Cas, hearing to what he's saying because he isn't sure how he feels about any of that. What must it be like, being so cut off, so separated, so alone? It's hard to imagine.
Sam spent six months without Dean when the Trickster was fucking with them, and Sam who spent four months alone while Dean was in hell - he's probably one to talk to about being alone, though Dean thinks maybe knows a thing or two about it, also.
He stiffens a fraction when Cas invades his space, but he doesn't pull away, instead stilling his hands that are sticky from stain remover, tipping his head a fraction, giving permission. ]
So does that mean...I make you weak? [ He's not sure if that's the point Cas is getting at, because the angel didn't really answer the question.
Then again, neither did Dean. ]
:,) i'm glad and you're welcome for this pain
No, not weak. You make me feel human.
[ He lets his forehead rest against the back of Dean's, and his eyes close as he inhales. There's such a simplicity to human senses. Touching Dean doesn't feel profound, and yet the echoes of that profundity remain in the intimacy they share. Dean's hair and skin smell like shampoo, soap, and the leather of his jacket, and Castiel appreciates the combination for its sense memory of Dean, and how he feels in this moment rather than his chemical composition or the stardust that combined to form those scents. In this moment, Castiel can appreciate Dean, not as Michael's vessel or a perfect work of God, but as Dean, and that's incredibly powerful. More powerful than angels are meant to understand. Dean's hands washing his tie in soapy water and the welcoming tilt of Dean's head are precious gifts. ]
I once thought being human and being weak were one and the same, but time and time again, you've shown me otherwise.
[ To Castiel's question, has their relationship changed? It seems like it, but only to Castiel, because, thanks to Dean, he has changed. He isn't sure whether Dean feels the same, but that Dean allows him into his space like this is reassurance enough. ]
f m l (also wow its good jimmy isn't in that vessel anymore, he got way more than he bargained for)
You think it looks pretty cool, but you can't really grasp the vastness of it.
It's easy to associate humans with weakness. They are weak, in the grand scheme of things. They're held back by the constraints of only three dimensions, limited in their range of colors, of sounds, of light.
Dean drops a hand to cover one of Cas', skin wet, his touch light, tentative. ]
Guess that's a good thing, then. [ He lays Cas' tie out on top of the washer, smoothing it with his hands. He'll let it sit like that a while, come back later, rinse it, hang it to dry. In the meantime, he turns in Cas' grip to face him tipping his head a little, just...studying him. The expression on his face, the blue of his eyes, the telltale sparkle that tells him that there's an angel in there, not Jimmy, God rest his soul. ]
You're one of the strongest people - er, angels - I know.
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God has become something of a golden idol to him. He prays to God still. He asks for guidance, but the only true guidance he's received has been from Dean. He thinks he may be starting to love Dean more than God, and it scares him. It's freeing, in a way. It's also terrifying. Castiel should feel afraid in Dean's presence, as men first did when they saw the face of God, but he can't bring himself to fear. He only feels warmth when Dean's hand rests over his, even for the wet of it. He feels even warmer when Dean turns to meet his eyes. ]
I take my strength from the strongest human I know.
[ Castiel's eyes drop to Dean's lips, and he remembers lying in the car earlier, how he dared to kiss Dean without asking and how Dean didn't shy from it, but kissed him back harder. He leans in now, voice hushed, and takes strength. He brings the hand not tangled with Dean's up to Dean's jaw, and he kisses Dean's mouth gently. ]
It's a very good thing.
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[ His lips twitch towards a smile, their fingers laced, warm skin on skin. This is still new for Dean; the scrape of stubble when Cas leans in, the taste of Cas on his lips, the way his heart flops in his chest.
He remembers what their kiss earned them earlier, though, and that's Cas pulling his wound open and a cry of pain. As much as Dean wants to haul Cas close, set up up on the washing machine and devour every inch, he refrains. Instead, he traces Cas' lips gently with his tongue, tasting what almost feels forbidden, before pulling back, sliding his free hand over Cas' belly and dropping his eyes to where he's bandaged. ]
How're we doin' with that? Want me to take a look at it?
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It feels fine, for now.
[ As much as he'd like to have Dean's hands and attention on him, the injury is a poor excuse. He's already wasted enough of Dean's supplies. Inevitably, it will need to be changed again. Humans are sweaty things, and he's beginning to feel the oil and salt of his skin accumulating. Dean should rest first, though. That should be his priority, not Castiel.
That's Castiel's intention, at least, until his stomach gurgles under Dean's hand, and he's forced to admit, reluctantly. ]
I may be hungry... if there's food available nearby.
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Yeah, I'll get you something to eat. You wanna put something on or are you cozy in your unders?
[ Dean doesn't mind having a half naked Cas lay around, to be honest. Not at all, it's a very nice sight to see.
Then again, seeing Cas wearing Dean's clothes would be kinda hot, too. ]
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Also, Castiel has never worn anything besides the one outfit before. He'd like to see if different clothes feel differently. There must be some appeal to flannel, or else Dean and Sam wouldn't wear it so often. ]
I appreciate it.
[ The food and the offer of clothing, though he wishes there was more he could do for Dean, and himself, to feel like less of a burden. He pulls the first t-shirt he finds over his head, unconcerned by the meaning of the words on the front. Next, he finds a pair of jeans to pull on, though he's even more awkward in pulling them on that the shirt, completely unaccustomed to dressing himself this way. He very nearly loses his balance in the process, but recovers quickly. The fly is closed. He's mastered the art now, after his earlier attempts with Dean. And he pulls a flannel shirt over his shoulders, though he's not entirely sure what its purpose is. It does make him feel warmer. He leaves it unbuttoned, as Dean wears them, and looks at Dean expectantly. Is he dressed properly? ]
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Dean clears his throat and moves to rinse his hands off in the sink, using a little cold water to splash on his face. Calm down, Winchester. Jesus. Deep breaths, get it together. You can't be wanting to jump his bones every time you see him now - that's not gonna work. They'll constantly be distracted, Sam will figure it out, and it'll just..
End in tears, probably.
He turns back to find Cas dressed, looking at him like he deserves a prize, and Dean has to admit - Cas looks good in Dean's shit. Like, really good. Something about his stuff wrapping the angel up has him twitching in his pants and he shifts closer, chewing on his lower lip as he reaches out to smooth imaginary wrinkles out from the flannel. ]
You look good. Zeppelin and plaid suits you.
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It can't possibly suit me better than its owner. But I appreciate the compliment.
[ Dean is close, touching him, and Castiel tries and fails to resist temptation. He covers Dean's hands with his own, leans in slowly enough not to tear open his injury, and kisses Dean again warmly.
He's still hungry (apparently) in a way that aches, but these clothes are obviously important to Dean, and so Castiel lets his curiosity win out. He leans back from Dean to look down at his own chest and make sure he'd read the words correctly. Yes, it's "led" not "lead." He's baffled. ]
What is a "Led Zeppelin" ?
[ Castiel looks back up at Dean for clarification. The words both make sense to him, but who's leading the zeppelin, where to, and why? Obviously there's a reference he isn't understanding. ]
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The question pulls him out of it, thank God, and he glances down at the shirt and he laughs a little, glad for the distraction, and slings and arm around Cas' shoulders to walk him to the kitchen. There's some gas station sandwiches with their names on 'em in the bags he brought in. ]
Only one of the best bands of all time.
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how dare you write me poetry over gas station sandwiches???
LMFAO i got carried away and at the end was like ok, dial back Cat, its a sammich, its not that srs
no it was beautiful. also very IC for mr. "hey i read" and what he reads is tolstoy
i am NOT reading tolstoy lmfao
okay ig, but only if you play 1,225 pages of rp with me instead
okay that seems fair
8) nice
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i just. couldn't bring myself to be cruel
oh good. save all that for endversedean. :,)
ffff sob he's such a broken baby
me: i like happy endings. also me: endverse best verse
i mean i see the logic here
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wait was this my tag THE WHOLE TIME askghahjka i hecked up
lmfao me over here refreshing my inbox on repeat like mO_Om
SAME THO i played myself :,)
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gently covers the date of this tag with my hand
i am no better apparently; what the fuck dw
i can't believe dw hates destiel
im genuinely mad about it
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