Drabble - Praise Be
Title: Praise Be
Author: tooearlyforthis
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 900
Summary: In which Castiel tries to tell Dean how valued he is, but has the tables turned on him.
Notes: Inspired by this post.
Crossposted from: Tumblr
Here they were. Both human again after a long battle with their inner demons and angels. It was their final chance to get it right, to screw 'third time lucky' and make the umpteenth time work. From his angelic experience, Castiel knew that luck did not exist, that it was purely a human belief more common that any religion, but he could not convince Dean otherwise. Not when it came to a particular rabbit's foot.
However, he considered himself lucky to be alive at the end of it all, and lucky to be with the Winchesters. Lucky to be with Dean. Lucky to share a bed, home-cooked meals, and kisses.
Castiel was lucky that Dean loved him at all, even after everything.
"Hey, where'd you go?" Dean asked, draping himself across Castiel's chest.
Castiel's deepening wrinkles between his brows became more pronounced. "I have remained here for the last half hour or so."
"In your head, Cas," Dean clarified with a roll of his eyes. "What were you thinking about?"
Of all the things Dean had asked of him, this was the easiest to answer. There was nothing to hold Castiel back anymore, nothing forbidden and nothing unsaid. Freedom of speech was beautiful - though not quite as beautiful as Dean.
"I was thinking about how lucky I am to have you love me."
"I thought luck was just a concept," Dean teased.
"It is, but...you defy it, as you defy everything." He carded his newly calloused hands though sandy, drying hair, playing with spikes and flattening them. "I love you," said Castiel, still amazed at how simply it rolled off his tongue in Dean's presence. "Your mind, body, and soul are beautiful, and your-"
Dean shook his head under Castiel's fingers. "Uh-uh. Nope. I mean yeah, I'm beautiful and whatever, all that, but so are you, you know that?"
If Castiel were still an angel, he would say that he had malfunctioned.
Pulling the blankets off the both of them and to the foot of the bed, Dean shifted them to the centre of the memory foam mattress and untied the blue knot of Castiel's dressing gown.
"I'm doing this because I love you," he said, stern before he softened.
The first of the kisses Dean gave him was on his lips, much like the very first time. There was the same amount of love in it than there was then, and the wrinkles between Castiel's brows disappeared when that love was kissed all the way down his chest, with diversions to each nipple.
"If you're lucky to have me, then boy, am I the luckiest person on Earth, Purgatory, Hell, or Heaven. You are the sweetest"-Dean's mouth popped as it released a hardened nipple-"funniest"-Another pop from the other puckered nipple-"most amazing, most important person in any of those four places."
Dean's tongue dipped into Castiel's belly button, eliciting a different kind of squirm, and a warm huff tickled his belly as Dean laughed. He nipped at the tiny amount of pudge by the 'V' of Castiel's hips, his hands stroking along Castiel's torso.
Castiel could barely breathe, let alone speak. While his sensitized nipples were being thumbed, he said, "Dean, thank you, but-"
"I'm not done yet. I've wanted you for so long, I've always wanted you. Even though I pushed you away I still wanted you, still needed you. I love you so much, Cas, have done for so long, and I should be saying this every day."
The stroking stopped, the insistent lips only moving around words, and like countless times, Dean's eyes only searched for Castiel's. Though they had found the forget-me-nots, they still searched, still reached for Castiel's soul. Because wasn't that what they had been doing from the start? Hadn't they been soul-searching all those years until they had souls both to search and to search for?
"Cas, look at me."
"I am looking at you," Castiel muttered through the lump in his throat.
"No, look at me."
Castiel's soul looked at Dean's.
"I love you. I need you. I want you. If you can't figure out which way I mean those things, it's 'cause I mean 'em all. I love you because you're my best friend, I'm in love with you because you're my damn soulmate." Dean paused to kiss the dips in Castiel's collarbone. "I need you by my side because I'm better with you, and I need you next to me because loving you's like breathing." Dean paused again, this time to kiss the place above Castiel's heart. "I want you around to hang with, to make Sam laugh, to tell me when I'm being an ass. And I want you around me, I want you in me, and I want you everywhere. I'll always want you."
Dean kissed Castiel lips again, dampened from the fall of tears. He followed the trail, kissing it away as he went, and wiped the rest away.
Before Castiel knew it, he was being gently manhandled into a cuddle, and whatever naked parts Dean's hands could find, they were palming and fondling. Castiel relaxed into it, but wouldn't let his eyes fall closed while they were still locked with his lover's.
"I love you too," croaked Castiel, "and I need you, and I want you."
"I know, but just let me keep tellin' you how much I frickin' adore you, okay?"
Castiel nodded his okay, and let Dean tell him.
Author: tooearlyforthis
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 900
Summary: In which Castiel tries to tell Dean how valued he is, but has the tables turned on him.
Notes: Inspired by this post.
Crossposted from: Tumblr
Here they were. Both human again after a long battle with their inner demons and angels. It was their final chance to get it right, to screw 'third time lucky' and make the umpteenth time work. From his angelic experience, Castiel knew that luck did not exist, that it was purely a human belief more common that any religion, but he could not convince Dean otherwise. Not when it came to a particular rabbit's foot.
However, he considered himself lucky to be alive at the end of it all, and lucky to be with the Winchesters. Lucky to be with Dean. Lucky to share a bed, home-cooked meals, and kisses.
Castiel was lucky that Dean loved him at all, even after everything.
"Hey, where'd you go?" Dean asked, draping himself across Castiel's chest.
Castiel's deepening wrinkles between his brows became more pronounced. "I have remained here for the last half hour or so."
"In your head, Cas," Dean clarified with a roll of his eyes. "What were you thinking about?"
Of all the things Dean had asked of him, this was the easiest to answer. There was nothing to hold Castiel back anymore, nothing forbidden and nothing unsaid. Freedom of speech was beautiful - though not quite as beautiful as Dean.
"I was thinking about how lucky I am to have you love me."
"I thought luck was just a concept," Dean teased.
"It is, but...you defy it, as you defy everything." He carded his newly calloused hands though sandy, drying hair, playing with spikes and flattening them. "I love you," said Castiel, still amazed at how simply it rolled off his tongue in Dean's presence. "Your mind, body, and soul are beautiful, and your-"
Dean shook his head under Castiel's fingers. "Uh-uh. Nope. I mean yeah, I'm beautiful and whatever, all that, but so are you, you know that?"
If Castiel were still an angel, he would say that he had malfunctioned.
Pulling the blankets off the both of them and to the foot of the bed, Dean shifted them to the centre of the memory foam mattress and untied the blue knot of Castiel's dressing gown.
"I'm doing this because I love you," he said, stern before he softened.
The first of the kisses Dean gave him was on his lips, much like the very first time. There was the same amount of love in it than there was then, and the wrinkles between Castiel's brows disappeared when that love was kissed all the way down his chest, with diversions to each nipple.
"If you're lucky to have me, then boy, am I the luckiest person on Earth, Purgatory, Hell, or Heaven. You are the sweetest"-Dean's mouth popped as it released a hardened nipple-"funniest"-Another pop from the other puckered nipple-"most amazing, most important person in any of those four places."
Dean's tongue dipped into Castiel's belly button, eliciting a different kind of squirm, and a warm huff tickled his belly as Dean laughed. He nipped at the tiny amount of pudge by the 'V' of Castiel's hips, his hands stroking along Castiel's torso.
Castiel could barely breathe, let alone speak. While his sensitized nipples were being thumbed, he said, "Dean, thank you, but-"
"I'm not done yet. I've wanted you for so long, I've always wanted you. Even though I pushed you away I still wanted you, still needed you. I love you so much, Cas, have done for so long, and I should be saying this every day."
The stroking stopped, the insistent lips only moving around words, and like countless times, Dean's eyes only searched for Castiel's. Though they had found the forget-me-nots, they still searched, still reached for Castiel's soul. Because wasn't that what they had been doing from the start? Hadn't they been soul-searching all those years until they had souls both to search and to search for?
"Cas, look at me."
"I am looking at you," Castiel muttered through the lump in his throat.
"No, look at me."
Castiel's soul looked at Dean's.
"I love you. I need you. I want you. If you can't figure out which way I mean those things, it's 'cause I mean 'em all. I love you because you're my best friend, I'm in love with you because you're my damn soulmate." Dean paused to kiss the dips in Castiel's collarbone. "I need you by my side because I'm better with you, and I need you next to me because loving you's like breathing." Dean paused again, this time to kiss the place above Castiel's heart. "I want you around to hang with, to make Sam laugh, to tell me when I'm being an ass. And I want you around me, I want you in me, and I want you everywhere. I'll always want you."
Dean kissed Castiel lips again, dampened from the fall of tears. He followed the trail, kissing it away as he went, and wiped the rest away.
Before Castiel knew it, he was being gently manhandled into a cuddle, and whatever naked parts Dean's hands could find, they were palming and fondling. Castiel relaxed into it, but wouldn't let his eyes fall closed while they were still locked with his lover's.
"I love you too," croaked Castiel, "and I need you, and I want you."
"I know, but just let me keep tellin' you how much I frickin' adore you, okay?"
Castiel nodded his okay, and let Dean tell him.