Which of the Chris's is that one? You mentioned a few.
[It's not very nice, but Castiel just appears at the foot of Dean's bed, pie in one palm.] You're still in bed? [There's some simmering concern under the judgment, but not much. He sets the pie on Dean's nightstand.] Let me go get a fork.
( He drops his phone. No, he tosses it up as it flips and tumbles like an Olympic diver onto the bed and he pulls the covers up over him from habit. )
Cas, you can't just
( There's the kitchen. The living room. Why the judgment. )
Yeah, I bartend.
( Man, early Castiel was oblivious Castiel. Excuse you. He holds a hand out, palm up as Cas goes to get him a fork.
Dean lets the covers fall back, part of his underwear peeking out. He gets a glimpse of his bedhead and decides he doesn't care as he waits for Cas to return. As Cas returns... )
So, this is middle of the night stolen kitchen pie.
[It's not obliviousness that has him pop in abruptly, it's impatience, and a desire to see Dean. It's just - not what he's expecting, and so on his way over with the fork he slides a gentle palm over Miracle's head, and massages one ear.] I know you do, I'm just not used to you keeping a normal schedule. [It's a fair statement, no matter how late he was out Castiel always found Dean awake in the early hours of the morning. Like an animal, trained to wake with the rise of the sun.] Yes, a recipe of my own design. I could only sit and read for so long.
( He also stayed up drinking and his routine has been shot to shit since worrying about the sleeping Castiel the week before. But, he's not going to say any of that. He just rubs an eye and appreciates Cas acknowledging Miracle as he works on waking up. )
What were you reading?
( He accepts the fork and grabs the pie from the night stand. )
A harlequin novel called The Little Death. I've exhausted all of the historical resources here and non-fiction is hard to come by.
[With all the time to kill in the middle of the night he's taken to reading and the only thing available to him was harlequin novels with not much in the way of plot but enough to follow and keep him busy.
Even that can't always keep his attention, hence the pie. Castiel places a large palm down on Dean's lower leg when he takes a seat, mostly to make sure that he doesn't sit on top of him under the covers.]
( He takes a bite post question, not knowing what to expect. Cas doesn't bake for the bunker (is never there long enough to bake for the bunker) and what he remembers of his human skills is ... peanut butter and jelly.
And yet, fuck, he's stunned silent as his eyes find Cas' and he chews something so delectable. )
Yes, framed off of La Petit Mort - no doubt. A term used to describe the state of unconsciousness and transcendence experienced post-orgasm.
[Castiel lifts a shoulder, the pretense of the novel and the name doesn't bother him. It's a means to an end, a way to pass the time for when his corner of the world goes quiet. Mortals needed to sleep, he didn't, and it left him with hours of time on his hands.
Castiel's eyes fall to Dean's lips as he takes a bit, and he's pleased with what he sees. Dean's not very good at hiding his feelings with regards to food, his face gives him away, and Castiel's lips curl up at the corners as a result.] Good?
The novel is set in the libertine era and centers around some kind of sexual revolution led by the protagonist Juniper.
[He hasn't gotten very far into it, but it's not really something that carries his genuine interest either. Beyond, a passing of the time.]
Good. Well, Happy Valentines Day. I heard there's a festival coming up, another day of celebration? The last one is when we came upon those compasses. Please be careful.
[Castiel hesitates as he eases off the bed, fingers grazing the same place he'd touched before to be careful of his legs again in preparation to leave.]
( And Dean is done listening, anyway, Dean is moving into a food coma. He has something to say about what he's heard about the festival, but he feels the weight of the bed shift and his eyes open. )
Brcrfal?
( He sets the pie aside, the fork clattering off the edge onto the night table as he shifts forward, trying to chew. Finally, he swallows. )
If I contributed to the offset of your schedule, I'm sorry. Next time I'll leave the baked goods in the kitchen.
[Castiel likes spending time with Dean, especially now so soon after losing him at home. Navigating the truth of that, with the duality of Duplicity has been difficult. Castiel has feelings about both, and finding where they meet is a challenge.]
Is there something other than shopping that you'd like to do? I'm already wearing some of the clothes you got me after our last excursion.
[Just a pair of jeans over his boots and Dean's old t-shirt under the usual coat but still. Castiel is so set in his ways even that was an arduous task.
( It's a habit he needs to break him of, except when Dean deserves the apology. And, usually, Dean is overreacting. He knows. This isn't Rowena's death level betrayal, this is pie and mid-morning. )
First, that festival's not a festival, it's like, Celebration Time, Duplicity. There's probably only trouble there. And second, it's Valentines Day. When's the last Valentines Day you think I've celebrated. Or, you celebrated. Is that what you want to celebrate?
[Castiel looks at him then for a long time, something bordering on understanding. He was quick to apologize because of the way things had been for the two of them at home, touch and go, always walking on eggshells. With that still present on his mind, it's easy to forget they've established something for themselves here.
With a sigh, Castiel sits back down, this time not stopping to make sure he isn't on Dean's legs. He figures sitting in the same place is a safe bet.]
Do you want to celebrate? [Castiel understood the holiday to be a romantic one, commercialized or not. His blue eyes are earnest, despite his impartiality. Dean had asked first, maybe it's wrong to put the question back in his lap but it's a fair proposition. Is and Do, two very different things.]
( He gets one foot, that slides out from under him as Dean shifts. He had sat himself forward. It's fine.
All Cas does is continuously reframe his questions, lobbing them back at the hunter with cool ease. )
No, I'm not going to tell you my answer until you say yours. This is even ground. You have to tell me what you want now. Give and take. That's -- ( A relationship, but he stops himself. ) You gotta give me something. Tell me how you feel. When you feel it. Only way we'll feel equal in this, especially after we get married.
( Cas knows the way he described what happened with Steve and the contracts themselves, they feel like marriages. So, as earnest as he is at first, he does devolve into a more playful tone by the time he gets around to the word: married. )
[It's not wrong to want to seek out guidance from Dean after years of doing that to navigate the human world. Even ground felt a lot like being under a microscope, and the joke at the expense of this new life they were living is proof that Dean's enjoying having the upper hand of experience on his side even if he doesn't state it.
Castiel narrows his eyes and leans forward into Dean's personal space. As close as they'd been standing the night that he learned the term.] Married.
Well, Dean. To answer your question, test-driving the car before you buy is just good sense.
You're about to sell a lot of your time to me, permanently. I think you should know if you're capable of being with me without being drugged.
( Shit. Talk about someone calling your bluff. Dean doesn't lean back, or even breathe, as Cas moves in close. To Dean, he used to test drive every car, and only to test drive, never with designs on buying the car. Lisa was his last shot at a happy ending, and then after that he thought he, Sam, and Cas could retire somewhere sunny. Happiness evolves over time and thinking about it, happiness to Dean is very specific now, especially in a place like this. And shouldn't he be able to explore that happiness?
So, gay chicken commences, except, Dean's not about to back down and Cas is the initiator. Also, if two people want something, can it be called chicken?
His throat dry, mouth inches away from Cas, Dean quotes himself. )
Not for nothing, Cas, but the last time someone looked at me like that, I got laid.
[That's something else, Castiel like Dean couldn't back down from a challenge. He gave as good as he got, and he stayed present no matter how he felt about a situation.
In this case, he felt far too much, and Dean's joke only ushers that along into a new momentum. One fueled partly by stubbornness, and the rest by desire.]
You ass.
[It needs to be said, even though he follows it up by a palm to Dean's jaw, firm but not tight. He slides into Dean's lap and watches his face, to be sure that he was paying attention. He knew Dean was in nothing but underwear beneath the covers, and it thrills him, and it thrills him, even more, to be in his bed.] You smell like Strawberries.
[At the sudden jostling, the movement, and all the talking Miracle exits the room to get peace so she can rest. Not that Castiel blames her. He lets Dean's jaw go, watches her leave, and then looks back to Dean, expectant.]
( He smirks , watching Miracle give them the privacy they'll need, as Cas slides forward. They both look back at one another at the same time as Dean exhales, his smile still apparent, before pulling Cas' face down and giving him a welcome, morning, come get it kiss all-in-one.
He lays them back, letting Cas dictate what he needs, even though he's done good enough so far.
Could you have told him he'd have a Valentines Day morning lay, he wouldn't have believed you. Steve and him aren't that, right? And Max deserves someone to make her the center of Valentines Day and that's not Dean.
[It's the first time since he's been out of the coma that he's been able to put his hands on Dean in anything more than a friendly way. The pressure he'd built up to it falls away, and Castiel answers Dean's kiss by nibbling on his lower lip when he pulls back to pull his jacket off and the shirt along with it.
As satisfying as it would be to stay there kissing him and applying friction until they both made it across the threshold of another little death Castiel has other plans. He realigns their lips, a little greedier this time when he curls his tongue around Dean's.]
( As fun as dry-humping, and everything else they've done, don't think Dean hasn't contemplated taking things to the next level. If it was with anyone (before anyone else), it would be with Cas. He's thought about it, about the mechanics of how it would work. He knows the basics (does he?) but not what really happens or how. With Cas on top like this, he feels along for the ride, happy to go with Cas' flow.
[Castiel who has been waiting for four years and several months to take things further with Dean remains patient, and dedicated. His bed is comfortable, and he considers that for a moment before continuing.]
I could give you another blowjob. Do you want to be inside of me?
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Date: 2022-02-14 04:55 pm (UTC)I'll leave you with the plausible deniability of not knowing. For the sake of both of us.
It's fully baked. You don't have to worry about that. My concern is the flavor, as you know I have to really focus to get each note.
Could I bring it by now?
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Date: 2022-02-14 04:58 pm (UTC)I'm in bed
Been a long time since I've had breakfast pie
text to action; at this hour why are you sleeping
Date: 2022-02-14 05:01 pm (UTC)[It's not very nice, but Castiel just appears at the foot of Dean's bed, pie in one palm.] You're still in bed? [There's some simmering concern under the judgment, but not much. He sets the pie on Dean's nightstand.] Let me go get a fork.
Re: text to action; at this hour why are you sleeping
Date: 2022-02-14 05:07 pm (UTC)Cas, you can't just
( There's the kitchen. The living room. Why the judgment. )
Yeah, I bartend.
( Man, early Castiel was oblivious Castiel. Excuse you. He holds a hand out, palm up as Cas goes to get him a fork.
Dean lets the covers fall back, part of his underwear peeking out. He gets a glimpse of his bedhead and decides he doesn't care as he waits for Cas to return. As Cas returns... )
So, this is middle of the night stolen kitchen pie.
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Date: 2022-02-14 05:13 pm (UTC)[It's not obliviousness that has him pop in abruptly, it's impatience, and a desire to see Dean. It's just - not what he's expecting, and so on his way over with the fork he slides a gentle palm over Miracle's head, and massages one ear.] I know you do, I'm just not used to you keeping a normal schedule. [It's a fair statement, no matter how late he was out Castiel always found Dean awake in the early hours of the morning. Like an animal, trained to wake with the rise of the sun.] Yes, a recipe of my own design. I could only sit and read for so long.
i hate when i leave a title up there oops
Date: 2022-02-14 05:20 pm (UTC)What were you reading?
( He accepts the fork and grabs the pie from the night stand. )
it happens to the best of
Date: 2022-02-14 05:43 pm (UTC)[With all the time to kill in the middle of the night he's taken to reading and the only thing available to him was harlequin novels with not much in the way of plot but enough to follow and keep him busy.
Even that can't always keep his attention, hence the pie. Castiel places a large palm down on Dean's lower leg when he takes a seat, mostly to make sure that he doesn't sit on top of him under the covers.]
Re: it happens to the best of
Date: 2022-02-14 05:54 pm (UTC)( He takes a bite post question, not knowing what to expect. Cas doesn't bake for the bunker (is never there long enough to bake for the bunker) and what he remembers of his human skills is ... peanut butter and jelly.
And yet, fuck, he's stunned silent as his eyes find Cas' and he chews something so delectable. )
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Date: 2022-02-14 06:00 pm (UTC)[Castiel lifts a shoulder, the pretense of the novel and the name doesn't bother him. It's a means to an end, a way to pass the time for when his corner of the world goes quiet. Mortals needed to sleep, he didn't, and it left him with hours of time on his hands.
Castiel's eyes fall to Dean's lips as he takes a bit, and he's pleased with what he sees. Dean's not very good at hiding his feelings with regards to food, his face gives him away, and Castiel's lips curl up at the corners as a result.] Good?
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Date: 2022-02-14 06:03 pm (UTC)Dean nods and without swallowing, takes another forkful, chewing both at once, settling back. )
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Date: 2022-02-14 06:11 pm (UTC)[He hasn't gotten very far into it, but it's not really something that carries his genuine interest either. Beyond, a passing of the time.]
Good. Well, Happy Valentines Day. I heard there's a festival coming up, another day of celebration? The last one is when we came upon those compasses. Please be careful.
[Castiel hesitates as he eases off the bed, fingers grazing the same place he'd touched before to be careful of his legs again in preparation to leave.]
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Date: 2022-02-14 06:20 pm (UTC)Brcrfal?
( He sets the pie aside, the fork clattering off the edge onto the night table as he shifts forward, trying to chew. Finally, he swallows. )
You're drive-by pie-ing?
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Date: 2022-02-14 06:27 pm (UTC)[Castiel's eyebrows lift, the small grin still in place on his features when Dean finds his voice again.]
Well, I thought you might want to rest. You said you worked late at the bar last night, just not in so many words.
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Date: 2022-02-14 06:43 pm (UTC)( Obviously. )
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Date: 2022-02-14 06:56 pm (UTC)[Castiel likes spending time with Dean, especially now so soon after losing him at home. Navigating the truth of that, with the duality of Duplicity has been difficult. Castiel has feelings about both, and finding where they meet is a challenge.]
Is there something other than shopping that you'd like to do? I'm already wearing some of the clothes you got me after our last excursion.
[Just a pair of jeans over his boots and Dean's old t-shirt under the usual coat but still. Castiel is so set in his ways even that was an arduous task.
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Date: 2022-02-14 07:01 pm (UTC)( It's a habit he needs to break him of, except when Dean deserves the apology. And, usually, Dean is overreacting. He knows. This isn't Rowena's death level betrayal, this is pie and mid-morning. )
First, that festival's not a festival, it's like, Celebration Time, Duplicity. There's probably only trouble there. And second, it's Valentines Day. When's the last Valentines Day you think I've celebrated. Or, you celebrated. Is that what you want to celebrate?
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Date: 2022-02-14 08:51 pm (UTC)With a sigh, Castiel sits back down, this time not stopping to make sure he isn't on Dean's legs. He figures sitting in the same place is a safe bet.]
Do you want to celebrate? [Castiel understood the holiday to be a romantic one, commercialized or not. His blue eyes are earnest, despite his impartiality. Dean had asked first, maybe it's wrong to put the question back in his lap but it's a fair proposition. Is and Do, two very different things.]
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Date: 2022-02-14 09:11 pm (UTC)All Cas does is continuously reframe his questions, lobbing them back at the hunter with cool ease. )
No, I'm not going to tell you my answer until you say yours. This is even ground. You have to tell me what you want now. Give and take. That's -- ( A relationship, but he stops himself. ) You gotta give me something. Tell me how you feel. When you feel it. Only way we'll feel equal in this, especially after we get married.
( Cas knows the way he described what happened with Steve and the contracts themselves, they feel like marriages. So, as earnest as he is at first, he does devolve into a more playful tone by the time he gets around to the word: married. )
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Date: 2022-02-14 09:24 pm (UTC)Castiel narrows his eyes and leans forward into Dean's personal space. As close as they'd been standing the night that he learned the term.] Married.
Well, Dean. To answer your question, test-driving the car before you buy is just good sense.
You're about to sell a lot of your time to me, permanently. I think you should know if you're capable of being with me without being drugged.
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Date: 2022-02-14 09:34 pm (UTC)So, gay chicken commences, except, Dean's not about to back down and Cas is the initiator. Also, if two people want something, can it be called chicken?
His throat dry, mouth inches away from Cas, Dean quotes himself. )
Not for nothing, Cas, but the last time someone looked at me like that, I got laid.
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Date: 2022-02-14 09:44 pm (UTC)In this case, he felt far too much, and Dean's joke only ushers that along into a new momentum. One fueled partly by stubbornness, and the rest by desire.]
You ass.
[It needs to be said, even though he follows it up by a palm to Dean's jaw, firm but not tight. He slides into Dean's lap and watches his face, to be sure that he was paying attention. He knew Dean was in nothing but underwear beneath the covers, and it thrills him, and it thrills him, even more, to be in his bed.] You smell like Strawberries.
[At the sudden jostling, the movement, and all the talking Miracle exits the room to get peace so she can rest. Not that Castiel blames her. He lets Dean's jaw go, watches her leave, and then looks back to Dean, expectant.]
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Date: 2022-02-14 10:00 pm (UTC)( He smirks , watching Miracle give them the privacy they'll need, as Cas slides forward. They both look back at one another at the same time as Dean exhales, his smile still apparent, before pulling Cas' face down and giving him a welcome, morning, come get it kiss all-in-one.
He lays them back, letting Cas dictate what he needs, even though he's done good enough so far.
Could you have told him he'd have a Valentines Day morning lay, he wouldn't have believed you. Steve and him aren't that, right? And Max deserves someone to make her the center of Valentines Day and that's not Dean.
In some ways, of course it's Cas. )
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Date: 2022-02-14 10:11 pm (UTC)[It's the first time since he's been out of the coma that he's been able to put his hands on Dean in anything more than a friendly way. The pressure he'd built up to it falls away, and Castiel answers Dean's kiss by nibbling on his lower lip when he pulls back to pull his jacket off and the shirt along with it.
As satisfying as it would be to stay there kissing him and applying friction until they both made it across the threshold of another little death Castiel has other plans. He realigns their lips, a little greedier this time when he curls his tongue around Dean's.]
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Date: 2022-02-14 10:24 pm (UTC)It's still morning, they can be lazy. )
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Date: 2022-02-14 10:33 pm (UTC)[Castiel who has been waiting for four years and several months to take things further with Dean remains patient, and dedicated. His bed is comfortable, and he considers that for a moment before continuing.]
I could give you another blowjob. Do you want to be inside of me?
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