[ it’s been a while since he’s had someone in his bed like this.
He’s not sure if the last Cas counts, it was so fleeting, but this is good.
Really good. ]
[ unless you count samhain, he's never shared a bed with anyone before. he's probably giving it more conscious due than it deserves. the arrangement of his limbs, hairy knees brushing dean's outer thighs every so often when they shift, the amount of his body touching dean's at any given moment and with what amount of pressure. the psychological effect that it produces, and the way the feeling translates to him from physical body to non-physical manifestation. chemical processes written in one language translated into another.
it's an original experiment.
at least, for him. he deliberately doesn't linger on the thought of anna. (he thinks, bitterly, she had known exactly what she wanted.) ]
[ this almost feels like a job interview, and he huffs a laugh, curling his fingers into Cas’ hair, rubbing their legs together, quietly enjoying how it feels to have a man’s legs press against his. ]
Yeah. Livin the dream. You should come by more often. Beers on me.
[ he can't make drinks. he doesn't know anything about maintaining a place of entertainment. and at the current juncture, he's explored as much of etraya as he can. now— what does he do with himself? he has to do something. he has to make himself useful.
he's been useless since the day he's arrived. he curls his fingers in the front of dean's shirt, trying to warm them. his other hand he wedges beneath dean's shoulder. ]
[ could be, he doesn’t know. Most others he’s met with abilities seem to retain them but it’s a weird place. He’d met another angel very briefly in the maze, but they hadn’t exactly talked much about it when they’d been fighting for their lives. ]
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I will.
[ it’s been a while since he’s had someone in his bed like this. He’s not sure if the last Cas counts, it was so fleeting, but this is good. Really good. ]
It’s easy. You’ll probably be good at it.
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[ unless you count samhain, he's never shared a bed with anyone before. he's probably giving it more conscious due than it deserves. the arrangement of his limbs, hairy knees brushing dean's outer thighs every so often when they shift, the amount of his body touching dean's at any given moment and with what amount of pressure. the psychological effect that it produces, and the way the feeling translates to him from physical body to non-physical manifestation. chemical processes written in one language translated into another.
it's an original experiment.
at least, for him. he deliberately doesn't linger on the thought of anna. (he thinks, bitterly, she had known exactly what she wanted.) ]
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I’m decent. No champions, but I can snag a high score.
[ Anna is so far in the past she isn’t a thought. That Angel food cake is long gone. ]
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Have you been enjoying your time at the arcade?
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Yeah. Livin the dream. You should come by more often. Beers on me.
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[ he can't make drinks. he doesn't know anything about maintaining a place of entertainment. and at the current juncture, he's explored as much of etraya as he can. now— what does he do with himself? he has to do something. he has to make himself useful.
he's been useless since the day he's arrived. he curls his fingers in the front of dean's shirt, trying to warm them. his other hand he wedges beneath dean's shoulder. ]
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[ he shifts to let Cas jam his jams under, turning his head a little, soft hair brushing against his face. Cas smells good. ]
Are you cold?
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... Yes.
[ he is cold. he really shouldn't be. ]
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That help a litle?
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[ though the crease of worry between his brows doesn't abate. ]
Dean, I...
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Yeah, Cas?
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[ it was inevitable, wasn't it? ]
I wanted you to know.
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What, really? How?
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[ he suspects that's the reason, anyway. there are no angels here, no god. ]
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[ could be, he doesn’t know. Most others he’s met with abilities seem to retain them but it’s a weird place. He’d met another angel very briefly in the maze, but they hadn’t exactly talked much about it when they’d been fighting for their lives. ]
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[ castiel sighs. ]
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Other people keep their powers, so maybe it's something else? I dunno...
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[ he thinks of barnabas, and then decides he doesn't want to think about barnabas. ]
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[ from dark shadows? dean would be thrilled. ]
Maybe. I met another angel once...forever ago. During the maze. Shit...what was his name...
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[ huh. ]
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[ the fuck was the guys name... ]
Sandalphon. That was his name.
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[ what does THAT mean ]
Ah.
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He just looked, y'know. Frilly.
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[ did he stutter ]
Yeah.
[ he's doing his best to not laugh, though, a choked cough forcing it back down. ]
Frilly.
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