cas can hardly believe it, hardly believe that he’s here in dean’s bed, on his back with dean’s head on his chest, their hands firmly clasped together. a mere few hours ago, cas was in the empty. he thought he would be there forever. and now he’s here, and his legs are tangled with dean’s under the blankets, and the happiness that he’d felt while confessing is nothing compared to this soft warmth. cas doesn’t need to sleep but for once he wants to. he imagines waking up with dean beside him, soft and sleepy, and cas wants it so badly he aches. he closes his eyes and turns his head, breathes in and out. he’s halfway to dreamland when dean shifts, slightly, runs the hand not held tight in cas’ up cas’ ribs. “my love,” dean whispers, as if to test it out. cas holds his breath. “my darling. my lovely.” cas turns, opens his eyes. dean is still looking at cas’ chest, at his own hand, tracing shapes against cas’ shirt. “my sweetheart,” dean says next. “my heart.” he tilts his head back to meet cas’ astounded gaze. cas is sure his face is all red and his heart is close to beating out of his chest. he is so overwhelmed with the love he never thought he’d get to have. “my angel,” dean breathes. “my cas.”
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cas: i can’t sleep
dean: you know people say if you can’t sleep it’s because someone’s thinking about you
cas: well stop thinking about me then, i’m tired
dean: who says i’m thinking about you?
cas: you’re talking to me, so you must be thinking about me
dean: well maybe i can’t.
cas: stop thinking about me? well i hope they’re nice thoughts
dean: they’re mean thoughts. the meanest
cas: maybe you should dream mean things about me instead of thinking them
cas: so that i can sleep
dean: i don’t think people get a choice in their dreams cas
cas: i suppose not. choice or not you’re in my head more often than not, and i forget it must be different from others
dean: might have to change your name to Casanova there
dean: you’re just.. you’re a lot
dean: what am i supposed to do with you?
cas: you should sleep
dean: i asked what i’m supposed to do with you, not what i should do
cas: well you could do it with me, i suppose, in your mind
cas: i’m making you uncomfortable
cas: i suppose it’s easier to talk this way, when it’s this late in the night, texting when you’re not here. you’re not real, are you, so what have i to fear?
dean: no you’re not
dean: making me uncomfortable
dean: it’s just.
dean: i wish you were here
cas: are you still thinking mean thoughts?
dean: i’m thinking you thoughts.
dean: why’d you leave cas
dean: i wouldn’t have to think you thoughts if you were home
cas: i think i can be satisfied never sleeping if you’re thinking me thoughts
cas: i’ll stop thinking of you now, dean, so that you can sleep
cas: and in the day time i can pretend this isn’t real, if you’d like
cas: goodnight, dean
dean: cas you son of a bitch
dean: i’m real. we’re real. you said that. why are you running from me? why can’t you stay, ever, long enough for me to get my shit together?
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dean: you asshole. why cant you come home?
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