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[nic-mccool]

Platonic: Hexahedron

Humor me, if you could When I propose this cliché Of golden hair falling Like pure sunlight From a clear blue-eyed sky Even unknowing Prompting the plants to grow; Imagine, silly as it might seem, That I am a hint of green Encouraged to emerge By your distant warmth.

If I could say these things And do justice to you, I would. And yet, While the image is worn, I'll set the rest of this scene In the hopes that you'll notice What sets you apart From any other ray.

The sunlight filters Through treetop leaves Before landing Gently Dappling the ground With light and shadow. Dust dances in the rays; The soil is warm The moss is soft The stream is near enough To provide its pleasant noise. The earth reaches for the sun.

You are seated On a rock In the sun; I lay beside you. You read a book. I contemplate the universe Hidden within a wisp of moss Emerging from the stone.

A breeze appears momentarily

Twirls through the leaves

Skips through the grass

And wraps its fingers in your hair;

You smooth it absentmindedly

Returning to your book.

I lay my head down

Returning to my contemplation

Of slow, gentle growth.

[museaway]

DeanCas - Ever since Cas came to live with them in the bunker, Same honestly isn't sure if anything is safe to sit on anymore. Or like: why does he keep walking in on them in various states of undress on the library/kitchen/war room table? They've had the sit down. They've TALKED about this. It might be time to start apartment hunting on craigslist.

The thing is, Sam’s happy for them. Really. The first couple times he walked in on their antics, he had to fight the smile down because, well, Dean doesn’t usually look that happy, even if they were on the kitchen table and Cas was only wearing–you know what? It’s not important. 

So he required a little brain bleach now and then, but seeing Dean with an arm around Cas’s shoulders while they watch TV? Watching him pat Cas’s leg in the car, fall asleep on his shoulder, willingly go to bed at a reasonable hour? That–that was pretty incredible. 

They were still in the honeymoon phase. Sam remembered what that was like–he and Jess broke an end table after they signed on the place in Stanford, so. He got it.

But after the third time on the kitchen table, the incident in the garage, and just now in the war room? He could’ve gone a lifetime without being able to describe Cas’s o-face or getting confirmation that Dean swallows. It’s like neither of them remember the conversation they had two weeks ago where Dean swore on the Impala they’d restrict the naked stuff to their room. 

Looks like Sam’s getting the keys and his own place.