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something something the idolization of mary winchester as a saint in her family's eyes

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How about beach as a prompt?

THANK YOU LINDEN BELOVED! this exists in the s6 where cas and dean fucked on the down low during his time with lisa. i don’t have many warm sandy beaches where i live so i went for the kind of windy cold rock beaches that do nothing but act as background for train tracks and tide pools. create marine layers that last until 5 pm. yk.

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Dean and Cas coexist peacefully in the oil painting, brushed on climate of a car on a beach. “Cas,” Dean murmurs, tucking his chill hands under the dress shirt Cas is wearing. “Angels don’t get cold, right?”

“I’m perfectly warm,” Cas replies. The wind snarls at the front of the car. Good. Good that he’s warm, the heater’s crapping out after all these years. “You’re cold, though,” he says, directed at the goosebumps on his arms. Dean shrugs, wrapping his arms around himself.

“You don’t think this is t-shirt weather?” he laughs. Cas frowns at him. “You’re right. It’s not.” The wind on the coast feels strong enough to rattle the Impala’s windows, and clouds bathe the sky in gray.

“I have a vessel.” Sometimes, Dean remembers- post sex, usually- that it’s not Cas’ first body or his real one. He’s still riding Jimmy, even though Jimmy is dead. “You always forget. I’m not like you.”

“Guess I do.” Dean wants to say Cas’ name, but it gets stuck in his throat like a wad of gum. He wants to bury his head in the soft, warm stomach beside him. With Sammy being back, with everything- it’s like a dream, any time he was with Cas last year.

He’s made of an impenetrable flesh. They are made of an impenetrable moment. “I wanted help with a case,” Dean says, gesturing at the papers on his lap. “It looks biblical.” He hands Cas a steaming cup of hot cocoa, smiling at the marshmallows in his own.

“Of course.” When Dean looks up, Cas is staring at him intently, a direct line from Dean’s mind to the drawn up unknown factor on his face.

Dean, more dogged, tries to show the notes he’s made instead of the throbbing of his heart. He wraps his freezing fingers around the hot cocoa instead of using body heat, using the front windshield as distraction, like he can count every rock on the beach.

Gentle fingers tuck Cas’ trenchcoat around his shoulders. “That should help,” he says. Dean breathes in deep, breathes in the smell. He’s probably going to take Cas to the Holiday Motel where he’s staying, soon, even though it’s been so, so long.

As many months as it takes for them to see each other again, Dean still feels something when he gets around him. A permanent attraction, until he starts to wonder if he’s not attracted to Cas at all, but rather- if it goes deeper than that.

He pulls the trenchcoat tighter around his shoulders.

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