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Title: Running I Stand Still
Pairing: Cas/Dean
Rating:G-ish
Spoilers all the way through the current episode of Season 8
Word Count: 506
I meant it. At least I fooled myself into meaning it. I had to stay away. To keep him safe. He still prayed to me every night. I listened, and I ached. Ached when he called, his voice so broken, so raw, so pure.
He caught up to me again. I don’t know how. I’d been running for a few days. Tired, dirty, afraid. Heading for the stream again. To at least wash my face, to drink, to breath. I’d forgotten what that was. To just sit and breath.
I heard my name, and looked up. Blood covered, as dirty as me, he was the best thing I’d ever seen. This time there was no Benny, this time I stood and he walked fast and we crashed together, and I didn’t hold back. I pressed my lips to his with the same need he was giving and giving and giving. Our tongues dancing together, hands running through shaggy hair, scratching whiskers and the scent of survival. We pressed close and kissed and lost the world for I don’t know how long. When we pulled back he traced my cheek.
“I’m glad I found you. I miss you. Do you hear me at night? When I pray?”
“I do.” I nod, a small smile. I thought I’d forgotten how. “I like it.”
“Good. Come with me Cas. Don’t run. We can do this together.”
“Dean you know I can’t.”
“Please.” His eyes plead. “I’ve lost you too many times.”
My fingers trace his lips as I think. The running is hard. I want to lay close to him at night. To steal kisses, to have chances to smile. To get away from this whole mess I created. Dare I hope? I remember so few times being happy in the last few years, all of them when I was with him. Watching him sleep, talking late at night.
“You…need me. As I need you Dean.”
Again our lips are together and it’s better than all the light in Heaven and the cleanest air on earth, and everything I’ve seen or known. It’s perfect, and in that moment as we sigh I know. I have to go with him. Whatever happens be damned. I can’t be apart from him any longer. My Dean.
We pull back breathless, and he smiles, and it’s the finest painting. The brush strokes of the masters. I feel myself saying it, my stomach lurching, but I can’t help it and it’s there.
“I’ll come with you. I want to go home.” I smile, my fingers lacing through his.
“I want to go home too. We’ll get some burgers and there is so much I’m going to take you to do. You just wait. “
We walk holding hands as he talks quietly, eyes watching. You always have to watch in Purgatory. He tells of roller coasters and cotton candy, movies and popcorn, the Grand Canyon.
I see eyes behind me, but this time I don’t look back. I look ahead, forever I look ahead.
Title: Running I Stand Still
Pairing: Cas/Dean
Rating:G-ish
Spoilers all the way through the current episode of Season 8
Word Count: 506
I meant it. At least I fooled myself into meaning it. I had to stay away. To keep him safe. He still prayed to me every night. I listened, and I ached. Ached when he called, his voice so broken, so raw, so pure.
He caught up to me again. I don’t know how. I’d been running for a few days. Tired, dirty, afraid. Heading for the stream again. To at least wash my face, to drink, to breath. I’d forgotten what that was. To just sit and breath.
I heard my name, and looked up. Blood covered, as dirty as me, he was the best thing I’d ever seen. This time there was no Benny, this time I stood and he walked fast and we crashed together, and I didn’t hold back. I pressed my lips to his with the same need he was giving and giving and giving. Our tongues dancing together, hands running through shaggy hair, scratching whiskers and the scent of survival. We pressed close and kissed and lost the world for I don’t know how long. When we pulled back he traced my cheek.
“I’m glad I found you. I miss you. Do you hear me at night? When I pray?”
“I do.” I nod, a small smile. I thought I’d forgotten how. “I like it.”
“Good. Come with me Cas. Don’t run. We can do this together.”
“Dean you know I can’t.”
“Please.” His eyes plead. “I’ve lost you too many times.”
My fingers trace his lips as I think. The running is hard. I want to lay close to him at night. To steal kisses, to have chances to smile. To get away from this whole mess I created. Dare I hope? I remember so few times being happy in the last few years, all of them when I was with him. Watching him sleep, talking late at night.
“You…need me. As I need you Dean.”
Again our lips are together and it’s better than all the light in Heaven and the cleanest air on earth, and everything I’ve seen or known. It’s perfect, and in that moment as we sigh I know. I have to go with him. Whatever happens be damned. I can’t be apart from him any longer. My Dean.
We pull back breathless, and he smiles, and it’s the finest painting. The brush strokes of the masters. I feel myself saying it, my stomach lurching, but I can’t help it and it’s there.
“I’ll come with you. I want to go home.” I smile, my fingers lacing through his.
“I want to go home too. We’ll get some burgers and there is so much I’m going to take you to do. You just wait. “
We walk holding hands as he talks quietly, eyes watching. You always have to watch in Purgatory. He tells of roller coasters and cotton candy, movies and popcorn, the Grand Canyon.
I see eyes behind me, but this time I don’t look back. I look ahead, forever I look ahead.