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You told me the name you chose was a promise. What was the promise?
The Great Game
oh my god i'm cleaning out my desk and i found my first phone
it was a fucking house phone that i was so stoked to have because it was mine that i kept in my own room and i cannot believe technology has progressed at the speed of FUCKING light to the point where this is a hilarious artifact to have had in like 6th grade and now theres kindergarteners with iphones
How did you know if you dialed the right number
each button made a different tone so the numbers you dialed a lot became a subconscious melody in your head and if you hit the wrong button by accident it would sound like a wrong note in a song you know by heart
i can’t beleive that is a legitimate question in my lifetime
Other acceptable answer: the wrong person answers on the other end.
Another acceptable answer: the robot lady comes on the phone and tells you number doesn’t exist.
I feel old.
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I’m excited for OP, but if that was OP’s first phone, them I feel real old or OP was luckier than me.
Even my own first phone was attached to the base with a phone cord and had huge buttons on it. We had a rotary dial phone when I was real little but we’d progressed to press buttons when I got my own phone around 14y.o. in 91. We were among the last to get a cordless phone.
I was the last, after Mom and in-laws to accept the necessity of a mobile phone and my in-laws (b.1932 & b.1937) did away with their landline phone, before us.
We were even later… My parents used a phone with a chord until around 2003! It stood in the hallway so everyone in the house could hear your conversation, there was no privacy. I never had my own landline phone, and even when I got my first cell phone in 2002-ish (aged 17), I was supposed to use it only in emergencies because it was super expensive. Even with the landline you couldn’t talk long because there was no flatrate and my parents always reminded me that it costs money. And while we’re at “granny tells stories from the past” 😉: We also only had 1 computer in the entire house, my dad’s. From 2001 it had a (unbelievably slow) internet connection and my brother and I were sometimes, for limited time and under supervision, allowed to use it. I didn’t have my own labtop/computer until I moved out at age 19 (and smartphones weren’t a thing yet.
February Night - Part 78
„I can’t believe he’s done that!“, Spencer exclaimed.
„Spencer, come on sit down!“, Lucy loudly said and grabbed his hand to pull him back on the couch. It was the day after their wedding and they were looking at the presents they had gotten. And the one Rossi had given them…was just…amazing. At least, Lucy thought so. Spencer didn’t seem to be so excited about it.
“How he dares paying for our honeymoon? We haven’t even decided where we want to go!” Spencer threw his hands up in the air. Lucy bit her bottom lip to hold back a chuckle. It didn’t happen often that Spencer freaked out. It was fascinating to watch. But she had enough of it right now, so she pressed him back into the pillows.
“Stop it now”, she calmly said while she looked at the plane tickets and the hotel booking that they’d found in an envelope while unpacking their wedding presents. The tickets were for a flight from D.C. to Kaua’i, Hawaii. And the hotel booking…for a luxury resort directly on a private beach. “This is a dream honeymoon, Spence”, Lucy said and handed him the tickets and the booking. Quietly, he looked at it and then sighed.
“The flight is for tomorrow. I…I don’t even have asked for days off yet!” He groaned. Lucy took Spencer’s phone from the coffee table and dialed Emily’s number before passing the phone to its owner.
“Ask Emily. I’m sure she’ll give you two weeks off.” With those words, Lucy got up and called Phoebe. She wanted to ask her if there was a chance that she could look after the shop while Lucy would be away. And Phoebe agreed. She wouldn’t be able to open it every day but Lucy was okay with it. Only a few days would be good too. She’d write a temporary opening sign to put next to the front door.
“She gave me two weeks!”, Spencer exclaimed when Lucy came back into the living room.
“I told you so”, she smirked and let herself sink next to Spencer again. He wrapped an arm around her.
“I’m not a huge fan of the beach and stuff. But…maybe I could start like it. Kind of.” He smirked and Lucy laughed out loud, feeling all excited about that honeymoon now. She had always wanted to go to Hawaii. And now she had the chance to.
“I’m going to pack!”, she exclaimed, jumped from the couch and disappeared in the bedroom. Spencer followed her laughing. Without a warning, they’d have their honeymoon. And although Spencer had never thought about going to the beach, he was excited now as well.
“Wait!” Spencer suddenly stopped in his movements. Lucy looked up from her suitcase, frowning.
“What?”
“I don’t have swimming trunks!”
Lucy burst out in laughter. She laughed so hard that tears started to run down her cheeks. “That’s not funny”, Spencer murmured with his arms crossed in front of his chest. But Lucy nodded and whipped away the tears.
“It is”, she chuckled. “Guess what? Go and buy some while I continue packing, okay?”
~
The next day, after sitting almost 13 hours in a plane from D.C. to the airport in Lihu’e, Spencer and Lucy finally arrived at their hotel in Princeville. “I’m really wondering why he did this”, Spencer murmured as they walked into the lobby. Lucy smirked.
“I have a feeling, he did this so you’ll finally find some peace and get a bit of sun”, she replied. Spencer just murmured something Lucy couldn’t understand. They checked in and then stepped into the suite Rossi had booked for them. Lucy’s jaw dropped. The suite was huge and from their bedroom and bathroom they had a view directly to the sea. “Wow”, Lucy murmured as she slowly walked through the suite. “Wow.”
Spencer was amazed as well and couldn’t believe Rossi had done this for them. “I guess…I might like it here”, he quietly said as he wrapped his arms around Lucy. She snuggled into his chest.
“Let’s go to the beach. It looks amazing”, Lucy suggested. And much to her surprise, Spencer agreed. She had thought that she’d have to fight with him about going to the beach. But nope, he was already rummaging in his suitcase. Smiling, Lucy did the same to find her bikini and hurried to get changed.
Soon they were swimming in the ocean. For Spencer, it took a moment to get used to walking around in swimming trunks. Since he didn’t have the body of a model he seemed to be a bit embarrassed at first. But Lucy took that feeling away from him. She was so loving and showed him how much she admired him all the time. Giggling, she now came swimming towards Spencer and then wrapped her arms and legs around Spencer’s body. The water here wasn’t too deep, Spencer could still stand while Lucy couldn’t anymore.
“It isn’t so bad, right?”, she quietly asked. Spencer nodded and then kissed her passionately.
“No, it isn’t. It’s actually nice to be honest. Even the beach and the water”, he confessed. The beach was a private one and belonged to the hotel. So, there weren’t that many people here and it wasn’t too crowded. They felt comfortable almost from the first moment on.
They enjoyed amazing meals, they took baths in the huge bath tub with a view over the sea and the sunsets in the evenings, they took long walks on the beach and for some days, Lucy and Spencer even rented a car to drive over the island and see a bit more of this place that was also called paradise. They drove to Waimea and to the volcano Kilauea. Both, Spencer and Lucy, were fascinated by the nature of this island. It was green almost everywhere; there were beautiful, lonely beaches and a lot of rain forests. Lucy couldn’t think of something more beautiful she had seen so far.
“Spencer?” Lucy and Spencer were taking their last long walk on the beach in the evening before they’d fly back home the next afternoon. They were holding hands and walked slowly through the sand.
“Yeah?”
“I wish we could stay here for longer”, Lucy sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder. “It’s calm and beautiful and relaxing. When we’re back in D.C., we both have to work again and might not see each other so often…” She stopped and let her eyes wander over the ocean.
“I can’t believe I’d ever say this, but yes, I agree. I could stay here for a bit longer as well”, Spencer eventually said, rubbing Lucy’s arm and kissing her hair. She chuckled and looked up to him.
“Seriously? Well, I can’t believe you’re saying this neither.” They both laughed and then got lost in a long, romantic kiss while the sun was going down. Yes, this had been the perfect honeymoon and they would have to thank Rossi a lot for this. Even Spencer, who wasn’t a huge fan of the beach and the sea, had enjoyed it and had swam in the salty water every day.
“You’ll be glad to be back in your bookstore, believe me”, Spencer said after they’d parted and grinned widely. Lucy grinned back. She knew he was right. She couldn’t deny that she missed her store a bit. And she had made some plans for it when they were back.
…….
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February Night - Part 78
„I can’t believe he’s done that!“, Spencer exclaimed.
„Spencer, come on sit down!“, Lucy loudly said and grabbed his hand to pull him back on the couch. It was the day after their wedding and they were looking at the presents they had gotten. And the one Rossi had given them…was just…amazing. At least, Lucy thought so. Spencer didn’t seem to be so excited about it.
“How he dares paying for our honeymoon? We haven’t even decided where we want to go!” Spencer threw his hands up in the air. Lucy bit her bottom lip to hold back a chuckle. It didn’t happen often that Spencer freaked out. It was fascinating to watch. But she had enough of it right now, so she pressed him back into the pillows.
“Stop it now”, she calmly said while she looked at the plane tickets and the hotel booking that they’d found in an envelope while unpacking their wedding presents. The tickets were for a flight from D.C. to Kaua’i, Hawaii. And the hotel booking…for a luxury resort directly on a private beach. “This is a dream honeymoon, Spence”, Lucy said and handed him the tickets and the booking. Quietly, he looked at it and then sighed.
“The flight is for tomorrow. I…I don’t even have asked for days off yet!” He groaned. Lucy took Spencer’s phone from the coffee table and dialed Emily’s number before passing the phone to its owner.
“Ask Emily. I’m sure she’ll give you two weeks off.” With those words, Lucy got up and called Phoebe. She wanted to ask her if there was a chance that she could look after the shop while Lucy would be away. And Phoebe agreed. She wouldn’t be able to open it every day but Lucy was okay with it. Only a few days would be good too. She’d write a temporary opening sign to put next to the front door.
“She gave me two weeks!”, Spencer exclaimed when Lucy came back into the living room.
“I told you so”, she smirked and let herself sink next to Spencer again. He wrapped an arm around her.
“I’m not a huge fan of the beach and stuff. But…maybe I could start like it. Kind of.” He smirked and Lucy laughed out loud, feeling all excited about that honeymoon now. She had always wanted to go to Hawaii. And now she had the chance to.
“I’m going to pack!”, she exclaimed, jumped from the couch and disappeared in the bedroom. Spencer followed her laughing. Without a warning, they’d have their honeymoon. And although Spencer had never thought about going to the beach, he was excited now as well.
“Wait!” Spencer suddenly stopped in his movements. Lucy looked up from her suitcase, frowning.
“What?”
“I don’t have swimming trunks!”
Lucy burst out in laughter. She laughed so hard that tears started to run down her cheeks. “That’s not funny”, Spencer murmured with his arms crossed in front of his chest. But Lucy nodded and whipped away the tears.
“It is”, she chuckled. “Guess what? Go and buy some while I continue packing, okay?”
~
The next day, after sitting almost 13 hours in a plane from D.C. to the airport in Lihu’e, Spencer and Lucy finally arrived at their hotel in Princeville. “I’m really wondering why he did this”, Spencer murmured as they walked into the lobby. Lucy smirked.
“I have a feeling, he did this so you’ll finally find some peace and get a bit of sun”, she replied. Spencer just murmured something Lucy couldn’t understand. They checked in and then stepped into the suite Rossi had booked for them. Lucy’s jaw dropped. The suite was huge and from their bedroom and bathroom they had a view directly to the sea. “Wow”, Lucy murmured as she slowly walked through the suite. “Wow.”
Spencer was amazed as well and couldn’t believe Rossi had done this for them. “I guess…I might like it here”, he quietly said as he wrapped his arms around Lucy. She snuggled into his chest.
“Let’s go to the beach. It looks amazing”, Lucy suggested. And much to her surprise, Spencer agreed. She had thought that she’d have to fight with him about going to the beach. But nope, he was already rummaging in his suitcase. Smiling, Lucy did the same to find her bikini and hurried to get changed.
Soon they were swimming in the ocean. For Spencer, it took a moment to get used to walking around in swimming trunks. Since he didn’t have the body of a model he seemed to be a bit embarrassed at first. But Lucy took that feeling away from him. She was so loving and showed him how much she admired him all the time. Giggling, she now came swimming towards Spencer and then wrapped her arms and legs around Spencer’s body. The water here wasn’t too deep, Spencer could still stand while Lucy couldn’t anymore.
“It isn’t so bad, right?”, she quietly asked. Spencer nodded and then kissed her passionately.
“No, it isn’t. It’s actually nice to be honest. Even the beach and the water”, he confessed. The beach was a private one and belonged to the hotel. So, there weren’t that many people here and it wasn’t too crowded. They felt comfortable almost from the first moment on.
They enjoyed amazing meals, they took baths in the huge bath tub with a view over the sea and the sunsets in the evenings, they took long walks on the beach and for some days, Lucy and Spencer even rented a car to drive over the island and see a bit more of this place that was also called paradise. They drove to Waimea and to the volcano Kilauea. Both, Spencer and Lucy, were fascinated by the nature of this island. It was green almost everywhere; there were beautiful, lonely beaches and a lot of rain forests. Lucy couldn’t think of something more beautiful she had seen so far.
“Spencer?” Lucy and Spencer were taking their last long walk on the beach in the evening before they’d fly back home the next afternoon. They were holding hands and walked slowly through the sand.
“Yeah?”
“I wish we could stay here for longer”, Lucy sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder. “It’s calm and beautiful and relaxing. When we’re back in D.C., we both have to work again and might not see each other so often…” She stopped and let her eyes wander over the ocean.
“I can’t believe I’d ever say this, but yes, I agree. I could stay here for a bit longer as well”, Spencer eventually said, rubbing Lucy’s arm and kissing her hair. She chuckled and looked up to him.
“Seriously? Well, I can’t believe you’re saying this neither.” They both laughed and then got lost in a long, romantic kiss while the sun was going down. Yes, this had been the perfect honeymoon and they would have to thank Rossi a lot for this. Even Spencer, who wasn’t a huge fan of the beach and the sea, had enjoyed it and had swam in the salty water every day.
“You’ll be glad to be back in your bookstore, believe me”, Spencer said after they’d parted and grinned widely. Lucy grinned back. She knew he was right. She couldn’t deny that she missed her store a bit. And she had made some plans for it when they were back.
…….
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Movie tag game
Thank you, @castiel-saved-me-from-myself , for tagging me.
I’ve always had favourite films, but I’ve never had to order them, it was really difficult 😂
Rules: list your top 10 favorite movies in gif format.
1. The Dark Knight
2. Blades Of Glory
3. Hot Fuzz
4. Shaun Of The Dead
5. The World’s End
6. Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber Of Fleet Street
7. Deadpool
8. Step-Brothers
9. Beetlejuice
10. Watchmen
And I’m tagging @woodox-earthtaurus @i-live-in-a-fantasy-world @suck-too-hard-on-your-lollypop @badjokesbyjeff @daniduck082 @in-the-tardis-dont-blink @promptdude and anyone else who I didn’t tag but wants to do it
Dear hearing aid providers: stop only advertising your hearing aids for old people - from a deaf 19 year old who’s used hearing aids since she was 7
Note: you don’t have to use hearing aids, or have any form of hearing loss to be able to reblog this
Deaf people using hearing aids should be as normalized as people with vision loss wearing glasses.
Name a more iconic duo, I’ll wait.
Pairing: Dean/Cas Length: 2.5k Tags: Fluff, Mild Angst, Pining, First Kiss, Canon Divergent Read on AO3
A special thank you to @braezenkitty for being my awesome beta <3
“You just gotta get laid,” Dean said, reseating the burger beside the pile of fries on his plate, this time with a big bite missing. “Or a decent kiss, at least.”
He crumbled a napkin between greasy fingers, tossed it to the middle of the table. Shoved his shirtsleeves up one more time as he tucked his black fed tie under the table ledge and away from the plate. “It’d loosen you up, buddy. And maybe you’d quit tryna live vicariously through horny eighteen-year-olds.”
This was because of the door-to-door canvas. The couple at the park who’d been all over each other, that Castiel hadn’t been able to stop looking at—even after the old, blue-haired lady at 512 Bakersfield Court had made a comment. “Your partner likes to stare…” like she’d never in her seventy-five years of life seen someone curious about such a thing.
“If only that was the first time I heard it, too,” Dean’d smiled back from her stoop, the sharp sun cooking them both in the stuffy Tennessee heat. A marked jab to Cas’ ribs, and a walk to the nearest pub later, and Dean was bringing it up again, because, of course he was. Why talk about the case?
“I only glanced at the couple in the park,” Cas sighed. “It’s not a recurring issue. It doesn’t mean anything.”
Dean laughed, lipped his beer bottle, and took a stout drink. “Sure,” he said. “Glanced at them. Glanced at those girls holding hands last week—though, I’ll give ya that one. I gave ‘em a couple once-overs too.”
“Dean—”
“Point is, it ain’t the first time, and you’re a damn liar.”
Cas rolled his eyes. “My being, or not being with people has nothing to do with anything—”
“Has everything to do with everything when you’re touch-starved.”
“I’m not starved. I’ve been… touched.”
Dean scoffed, swirled his beer bottle. “Sure, if you wanna count Reaper-Fools-Day.”
“I’ve kissed more people than April,” Cas bristled back. “How about we talk about what you know of touch starved instead?”
Dean snapped shut, cocked his head as a follow-up comment seemed to slip from his mouth quick. He replaced the words with a couple fries and averted eyes. “Fine,” he relented around the bite. “And?”
“And… What?”
He looked back up, eyebrows jumping. “Were they any good?”
“Who? The people?”
“The kissing, idiot. Was the kissing any good?”
Cas’ heart flopped. He slipped a hand down his beer bottle, and then back up again nervously. The motion pulled Dean’s attention in a glance, so Cas tucked the rogue thing back onto his lap instead. Fingers lacing together under the shelter of the slick waxed top where no one could see. “I don’t know. Yes?” he offered carefully.
“Are you tellin’ me, or askin’ me right now?”
“No—I mean… ” Cas cleared his throat, shifted in his chair, and listened to the wood slats groan. “They were fine. They were… wet.”
“Wet?” Dean repeated. “Cas, wet is how you describe a swimming pool… Oregon in the winter, maybe… Not a kiss. Never a good kiss.”
“Then how should I describe it?”
“No, I mean… if they were wet, then they were wet—”
“No, please. You tell me.”
Dean’s face suddenly fell wide in mock innocence. “What? You want me to describe a good kiss to you right now? In the middle of a restaurant.”
“If wet is insufficient—”
“Oh, yeah. It’s like, miles of not-sufficient-ness, dude.”
Cas chewed a smile down and gestured Dean’s way. Crossed his arms, and sat back. He watched Dean waffle before finally sliding back in his chair to think. He splayed wide, elbows up on the armrests and knees hugging the corners. His face caught the dim overhead lights, and the sun-kissed healthy pink of his skin shone back like warm earth.
He had white in the creases beside his eyes where his smile lines had shaded him from the harsh afternoon sun. A little cut of tan at the bridge of his nose where his sunglasses sat after he’d gotten sick of squinting through the reflections of every bright midday door.
“Okay, it’s like this,” he said finally, tapping an erratic finger on the neck of his bottle, and pausing to worry his lip. “A kiss is a kiss is a kiss, til it ain’t. If you’re with the right person, then the tension between you’s gonna be thick enough to cut. It’s gonna feel like you’ve got a firecracker in your gut, and that other person’s just flicking the Bic. The minute the two of you kiss, the fuse lights. That bastard explosive rips up through your chest, and pops behind your eyes, and I’m talking—screw seeing colors at that point—you’ll be so wrecked, you’ll know what they sound like.”
Castiel smiled as Dean came back in with a languid look, and a tongue tip between his teeth. He peeled forward, hovering over the table, so much closer than before, that there was only the dragging smell of his burger all tangled up in his woody cologne for Cas to breathe.
“That’s a good kiss,” he said slowly, and maybe it was Castiel’s imagination, but the sun kiss on Dean’s cheeks had spread to his ears now. “Sounds good, don’t it?”
“It sounds very good,” Castiel agreed. “Very surreal.”
Dean let a long, animated sigh into the room and it mixed happy with the gentle murmur of the busy forks and glasses around them. “Oh, it’s very real,” he said. “Just not very common.”
He poked absently at the pile of cooling fries, and sucked the salt from the end of his finger. The gorgeous smacking sound it made curled red ribbons in Cas’ stomach. “Still, you find someone who’ll give you that, and it’s the kinda thing that’ll right some wrongs. Know what I mean?”
Cas took a long drink, smile falling as the carbonation from his beer prickled reality back into his tongue. “Sure,” he said quietly. “I’ll have to take your word for it.”
Dean’s mouth thinned, and his eyes ping-ponged away uneasy. He tailed and tacked down the waitress, kept locked on her as she floated behind the counter poking something into the mounted LED screen beside the register. “Doesn’t that rub you, though?” he asked, “not knowing for yourself. Don’t you… want that with somebody?”
Cas puffed surprised, and his mouth went dry. Try as he might, the beer wouldn’t wet it. “I mean, yes…” he said earnestly, and the admission ate holes in his stomach.
“Then… how come you ignore all the waitresses I send your way? You’re never gonna get it if you don’t even try.”
Cas was suddenly, and shamefully aware of his attention at Dean’s lips, and when Dean snagged a glance at him, Cas tore his eyes away, shoved them onto the table instead. Focused everything he had on the bleed of condensation below the cool, brown bottle to his left.
“Those people wouldn’t change anything,” he said to the ring. “Colors were never meant to make sounds for some.”
Dean fidgeted the fries again, finally pushed them aside, and brushed the salt off his hand this time instead of eating it. “I guess we better head out,” he said, flagging the waitress. “Sam’s waiting.”
They paid, and headed back out into the melty summer heat. It was sunset, but the air was still laying in the city thick as a wool blanket. Shadows stretched through the streets like plastic-capped Halloween fingers, crowding up in the alleyways and turns, painting the dingy brick walls black.
Cas flared his coat to check his back pocket for his wallet as they passed a couple people with hungry eyes, but just as quickly remembered that he’d dropped his last twenty for the meal, and let the impulse to feed them drift out. Still, he welcomed the brief breeze it gave him, and he wondered if maybe it was getting time to rethink the coat. Grace or not, he seemed to be touchier to the temperatures these days, and it was starting to seem like wardrobe was becoming more important—practically speaking.
Dean shed his own suit coat as if he’d just read Castiel’s mind, and slung it over his shoulder with a hooked finger. His shirtsleeves were still shoved up to his elbows under the blazer, as if he’d put it on after dinner, distracted. “Nothing fancy,” he murmured to his feet.
“Pardon?”
“Hmm—?” He looked over quick, eyes wide, before blinking them back down. “What?”
“I just didn’t catch what you said.”
Dean shook his head. “I didn’t—” But when Cas frowned, opened his mouth to contest, Dean relented. “Oh, you mean the, uh, thing I said out loud…” He cleared his throat, added “apparently” under his breath, and slowed down for some oncoming foot traffic.
“I was just thinking about the, uh, Nichols’ story,” he said, temporarily falling in line behind Cas as a group of people passed. He touched the small of Cas’ back out of nowhere, and kept his hand there. Cas’ chest snagged. “The alibi Brent was peddling didn’t feel right.” His voice was soft in Cas’ ear, almost breathy—but brief, and when he pulled up beside Cas again, sidewalk clear, Cas grabbed a shaky glance, but Dean wasn’t watching.
“You, uh, think they have something to do with the black magic we’re seeing?” Cas asked, and his voice managed to pour out level, despite his stomach coming off that quick rollercoaster dip.
“I mean, the house was a little much for a twenty-hour a week gas-slinging gig at the local area Gas n’ Sip, don’t you think?”
It was the most they’d talked about the case all day.
“Fancy,” Cas reiterated, then, “I certainly never would’ve been able to afford that place when I worked there.” For some reason, the comment pulled Dean tight at the joints. “But I couldn’t even afford hourly motels.”
“Well… the hourlies charge more.”
Cas frowned again, started to ask why when Dean squirmed past it. “But, you’re right,” he said. “Doesn’t add up no matter how you flip the numbers.”
“So, do you suspect they’re the source of the black magic, or victims of it?”
They hopped down the curb, checking the way for traffic, and ended up on the grassy side of Spring Street, just down from their motel. Dean popped a piece of gum in his mouth, balled the wrapper, and stuck it back in his pocket instead of tossing it away.
“I suspect there’s something screwy going on,” he said, “and that’s as far as I’ve got.”
He plucked the gum from his mouth a moment later, and flicked it to the bushes, ran a hand down his face. “Sam’s doing backgrounds as we speak. Here’s hoping there’s a smoking gun in there somewhere. But, ‘til we get that, we’re pulling straws.”
The streetlamps kicked on, buzzing like fireflies in the thick night, the light falling on the street in goldweave strings as they hustled past a defunct sporting goods store—hollow bones brick and mortar now. No one missing what used to be inside.
Dean scanned the streets, watched another few strings of dusk foot traffic pass on the left while he chewed his cheeks.
“Did Sam find anything at the morgue?” Cas pressed, because the silence seemed oddly unnerving.
“No—I mean, uh, I don’t know. Haven’t talked to him.”
“I thought we were meeting him.”
Dean’s attention caught up in a little alcove at the end of the street and he gripped his jacket tighter, tucked his chin and let a heavy breath out. “We are,” he said quietly.
“Not at the morgue?”
“Um, no, he’s at the motel,” Dean said, and he sounded nervous. “Waiting to take us.”
“Maybe we’ll get lucky and we’ll find a hex bag, or—”
Dean suddenly shoved Cas’ sideways, off the street and into the alcove, shadows tangling up in the corners of it, all those long witch fingers bleeding to flat black. Castiel grunted, surprised. “What’re you—” and his throat went dry as Dean pushed him into the stuccoed brick backside of a closed Chinese restaurant, hands curling up on both sides of Cas’ jaw, but fingers combing a soft arc “—doing?”
“Nothin’, if you don’t want me to,” Dean whispered, conviction skippy at best. His body was hot against Cas. Heavy and hard. Nothing like April’s… Meg’s… Hannah’s…
The question—and it was a question—coiled in Cas’ belly like a fever dream, but an answer never had a chance of bubbling back out. Because a response would’ve been moot before it ever left his lips. Castiel’s pause was too long to be a no, and his fingers had already found their way to Dean’s waist. They were making note of the way his blue button down clung to his sides, like the tee underneath had been soaking in all that sudden, nervous heat since before they’d ever even left the bar.
And so, Dean brushed their lips together, not a hesitation so much as dipping a toe, and a rush of butterflies went right to Cas’ head without mercy. Cas whimpered without meaning to, and Dean landed the meat of the kiss, hands falling down Cas’ neck and dragging that unruly sensation through. His lips were soft and his cheeks, five o’clock gritty. He worked Cas’ mouth open with a roll of his jaw, and a flirty burst of mint graced Cas with the pass of Dean’s tongue.
Castiel melted into it, fingers curling around the back of Dean’s head as he tried desperately to get a handhold on something. Their hips rolled together. Cas stole himself a handful of Dean’s ass. Felt Dean hard against him as he moved against Cas’ thigh.
Dean’s breath went rocky, like he was fighting some kind of tightrope walk of heavy and thin, and the sound he made was dirty enough to sin. Castiel nosed him, combed fingers through his hair as Dean pulled back. His eyes fell hot on Cas’ mouth. The shadows ate the flush from his face, but not the burning heat of it.
“Now tell me again,” he whispered, voice licking at Cas ear and coming out like gravy. “Tell me again what a kiss feels like.”
Castiel huffed, tried to catch his running brain. He couldn’t help himself, hands still at Dean’s waist, he held him there. The both of them were hard, and neither of them were in a hurry to do anything about it. “I would say… green makes a helluva sound,” he whispered back.
He watched a wicked smile crawl through Dean’s face. “There it is,” Dean hummed, dragging a chill with his thumb from the skin he’d bared at Cas’ side, and chasing it to Cas’ neck with a soft breath, a kiss. “An’ I’m just getting started too.”
Then, he pulled away, the absence of his sticky heat leaving Cas bare. The gravel chewed under Dean’s heels as he headed for the street, pausing only to stoop for the jacket he’d shed at some point on the way. He shook it off, straightened his tie. “Let’s go! We’re late!”
Castiel swallowed, hand to his stomach, and peeled himself from the brick.
I cannot stop laughing!!! Who made this??
Tom loves Josh <3
Idk, I’m bored so I’m gonna summon the supernatural gif lords…
*Crowley whisper* Do your worst.
Jensen Ackles Interview On Live With Kelly & Ryan 10/2/2017