Suptober Day 9: Starlight
We took a gamble with this love
Like sailing to the storm
With the waves rushing over to take us
We were battling against the tide
You were my beacon of salvation
I was your starlight.
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Now that I have finished Supernatural, it is time to start a new show to ease my addictive personality and autistic mind. I have therefore decided to start Supernatural over from the beginning and pretend like I’ve never seen it before (again)
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I know this is a little bit strange because it’s months past due -and the toxic perfectionist that dwells in my skull really DID really hesitate to post this- but back in January I was too ill to finish this little story and then lost motivation because I was already too late. Still, since I was pretty fond of it (and the stupid hats), I recently decided to give it a “half finish” because I didn’t like leaving it incomplete.
...AKA: I discovered “seraphinite” is a real stone and lost my entire damn mind.
Anyway, sketchiness aside, I hope you like it anyway.
(Please don’t repost; reblogs are fine.)
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the thing is, it IS important to me that dean and cas get an earth-based post-canon. it is vital to me that there's windows and sunlight and porches and freckles. that they get to wield freewill in a way that beckons both risk and joy. that there's a reclamation of body as well as mind. that they get to have wonderfully petty arguments over life-and-death ones. that there are calm evenings and hectic mornings. that fundamentally, overarchingly, they're experiencing an unadulterated life of their own whim
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That trope when two people are sneaking around somewhere and nearly get caught so one of them drags the other into a passionate kiss and they escape notice.......
That. but it's season 6 painfully-pining-for-each-other Castiel and Dean.
They're sneaking around a building for a hunt when they both realise that they're about to get caught and there's nowhere to go.
Cas quickly turns around and slams Dean against a wall and suddenly they're kissing.
They're kissing and kissing and Dean is making noises into Cas's mouth and he's pulling him in as close as he can and Cas is pressing against him as close as he can and Dean's hands are diving deep into Cas's hair and the kissing just keeps going faster and deeper and hotter and they're pressed so close together and
Cas pulls back slightly and they're both panting (even though angels don't breathe) and Dean blinks a few times like he's coming out of a dream (even though Cas never stops in his dreams) and he says softly, What. the fuck. was that????
Cas looks wrecked. His hair is a mess and his blue eyes are glowing and he stares at Dean while he tries to catch his breath (even though angels don't breathe) and Dean stares back (even though Dean's eyes keep flicking back to Cas's mouth) and Cas eventually rumbles, I had to touch your skin to make you invisible with me.
Dean licks his lips and takes a deep breath through his nose but neither of them have moved and they're still pressed against the wall and they're still pressed against each other and Cas is still only inches from his face
And yeah the monsters must have gone. so it obviously worked. but
Dean swallows hard. He searches Cas's face and he thinks and he hopes and he already knows what he wants the answer to be when he asks, Why didn't you just touch my forehead? Or uh- hold my hand?? Fly us away???
And Cas just stares. and stares and stares. He brings his fingers up to touch Dean's lips gently. so so gently. and Dean can't help it when he parts them slightly and he sighs and
Cas disappears to the sound of wingbeats
Dean throws his hands up and yells, OH, C'MON!
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Dean: “Are we fighting or flirting right now?”
Castiel: “My hand is literally around your throat.”
Dean: “Ok, that still doesn’t answer my question.”
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Sure, Sam’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline once Dean starts losing patience and rifling through Cas’s pockets whenever Cas can’t find something.
But they practically jump off his head and shoot up to the clouds when Dean starts storing his own shit in Cas’s pockets. Receipts, spare change, gloves, pens, knives, other random weapons, pamphlets, folded-up restaurant menus, maps, knickknacks, his own fucking wallet.
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