for @deancaskiss’ drabble writing challenge
⤷ day 5: kiss
“kiss me. quick- now!”
cas felt the rush of air escaping his lungs as dean’s arm grabbed his waist urgently and pulled him close. before he could let out any more than a shocked “wh-” dean’s lips were slotting between his, one hand pulling him even tighter, the other delicately beginning to card through the soft, dark mess at the nape of his neck.
feeling his knees basically give out underneath him, cas couldn’t stop himself reaching for dean, hands splaying wide over the familiar expanse of his back as he stumbled, pressing down hard enough to feel the rhythm of dean’s steady heartbeat through his fingertips.
he could hear faint murmurs of people passing by, light breezes of the door slamming shut behind them, but for all intents and purposes cas’ senses were completely occupied, and his brain could not be bothered to put one and two and three together. dean is kissing me. his lips are so soft. what is this tingling on my skin, this buzzing in my ears, this pit inside my stomach filled with fluttering wings, what is happenin-
all of a sudden the taste of dean was gone. cas opened his eyes. when did i close my eyes? dean hadn’t yet, but was still breathing soft and steady, forehead resting gently against his, hand still cupping the back of cas’ neck, fingers gripping him tight.
“dean -” cas tried to speak, but heard only the wisp of a sound. he cleared his throat, causing dean’s eyelids to finally flutter open beneath his. “dean. what... uh -”
“oh. umm,” dean stuttered, trying to find his voice in turn, “the mark he, uh.. they were about to pass by, i, uh, i didn’t want ‘em to make us.”
“make us?“ cas tilted his head infinitesimally. dean’s hands still hadn’t moved from their possessive positions around his body.
“yeah, cas, you know, like... why else would we be in this room? i didn’t want him to suspect anything so... you know, i just, i - did the first thing i could think of.”
he was blushing. cas could feel dean’s nose brush lightly against his, could smell his breath as he spoke, felt the air on his lips as dean’s moved right up against them with the last word.
cas let himself swallow, and parted his lips again. there was nobody in the room but them.
for @deancaskiss’ drabble writing challenge, inspired by @shelikestv 💙
⤷ days 6 & 7: rendezvous & thunderstorm
dean could feel the storm before it arrived. it started in his gut (well, it felt like that), and by the time he could hear the rain loud enough to obscure his own rampaging hearbeat, he was looking at his third empty beer in half an hour.
sweat was starting to build at his hairline, and he couldn’t stop looking at the stupid brown clock on the wall above the bed. where was he, already? dean didn’t remember cas ever being late like this. how could you be late when teleporting was one of your freaking superpowers? what if he decided not to come...
“cas...” dean started to close his eyes, but before his perfunctory prayer could continue, there he was. door swung open. clichéd lightning illuminating the space behind the angel’s silhouette as he stood there drenched, feet squelching as he crossed the threshold seconds later.
dean paused at the hint of deja vu. “about fricken ti-” but there was no time for pointless words now, either. Almost vibrating as he slowly stripped the soaked fabric from his body piece by piece, cas raised an eyebrow as he watched dean lose his words.
“dean? are you... okay?”
“dean,” cas stepped closer, “i thought we... i thought -” his hand reached out, bare arm following, and dean watched it extend towards him hesitantly, not even daring to breathe in case this was a trick of some kind. cas was there. half naked. half an foot from his face.
“no -” dean started, so softly cas barely heard it. being an angel, though, he did, and started to lower his arm, coming to an abrupt halt where he stood.
“no..?” he frowned. confused.
“n- no! not no! i mean.. shit.” dean shook his head to clear it. what the hell? thunder rumbled from somewhere much closer than the last time, and dean’s hands shot out. it was now or never.
“yes! i mean... i mean, of course yes,” pulling cas all the way in, dean wrapped his arms tightly around his best friend, not even noticing the fat raindrops that immediately covered his face as his fingers found their familiar paths through cas’ hair, tugging and pressing here and there like a claim. his heartbeat must be so loud to cas’ ears.
pulling away just enough to look at his angel’s face, dean allowed himself a tiny smile, just in one corner, noticing cas’ eyes slowly open under his gaze. “dean... i’m sorry. i got you all wet. i thought.. i thought - i’m sorry i was late.“
dean chuckled, running a hand down cas’ back to rest at the dip just above the belt loop of his pants. “don’t worry about it,” he whispered, “i could wait forever.”
cas blushed, folding into the curve of dean’s arms and resting his cheek against his shoulder. breathing in the intoxicating mixture of thunderstorm and dean, cas placed a feather light kiss on the exposed, goosebumped skin beneath his lips. feeling dean shiver in response and tighten his grip, cas lifted his head and grinned at the man’s now closed eyes, fluttering softly with untapped desire.
“mmm? cas...” dean kept his eyes closed, fingers wandering lower, pushing forward, skin on skin, breath shaky and warm, “thank you for coming...”
the words were almost indistinguishable from the rain, but cas answered anyway as he fumbled for the buttons on dean’s shirt - “we had an appointment.”