Apr 7, 2013
...Tuesday haunts me.
90%: *eating a carrot, chokes, coughs violently followed by silence*
Me: ...You ok?
90%: *silence*
Me: You ok?!
90% *holds up a hand, swallows* Almost had a sausage moment there.
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...Tuesday haunts me.
90%: *eating a carrot, chokes, coughs violently followed by silence*
Me: ...You ok?
90%: *silence*
Me: You ok?!
90% *holds up a hand, swallows* Almost had a sausage moment there.
outofgrace;; *pets face* shhhh. You love the angst.
(WHY WOULD YOU DO IT THOUGH. I CAN’T. MY SHIPPERS HEART IS FAILING. I JUST.. HOW DO I EVEN!?!?)
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Cas moved his free hand, the one that wasn't being held in Dean's, and slid it to the back of short hair. He tugged gentle before kissing the man deeply. He chewed on the man's lip, sucking on it, rolling his tongue over it. Castiel nipped at his mouth, pulling back slowly. "That okay?
Dean hummed, leaning forward in an attempt to try and catch Castiel’s lips again. He nodded, flitting his eyes to meet the man’s, “mhmm. Just like that, Cas.”
"I... I like it." Castiel said softly. He used his nose to make Dean return his gaze to him so they could look each other in the eyes. "Can I kiss you again?"
Dean smiled, searching the blue eyes in front of him. With a slight nod, he pecked at Castiel’s lips gently before answering, “sure, Cas.”
The angel melted into the hunter, humming in to the kiss. He had never understood this holiday but he had no problem using it as an excuse to finally lock lips with Dean. Suddenly he was glad he was sitting. His hand turned over and he interlaced his fingers with the mortal man's. He finally broke the kiss, breathing a little heavy and eyes sliding open. "That was... I could feel my Grace inside you from when I pulled you from Hell." He brushed his nose against the other's.
Dean grinned, but turned away slightly, as to not let the angel see. He gently squeezed Castiel’s hand with a quiet chuckle at the mention of Cas’ leftover grace, “weird.”
It was a slow steady movement. Castiel's fingers found themselves in the hem of Dean's shirt. He pulled him close, carefully removing the space between them. His eyes flickered over the freckled face and he breathed him in. "Yeah... April Fools..." He said quietly. Softly, he pressed his lips to Dean's, fingers clenching and in clenching.
Dean’s breathing hitched at the touch of Castiel. Heck, he forgot to continue breathing. After realising what had been going on, his eyes slowly shut and he leaned into the kiss to deepen it slightly. He grabbed at the hand that sat entangled in his clothing and squeezed it, laying his other one on the side of Cas’ face to pull it closer.
Castiel gave a soft chuckle at the change in Dean's tone. The slap to his face wasn't really all that surprising and he only flinched a little. What really got him was the kiss on his cheek. His eyes flickered to the man's face, a slight shock apparent. "You didn't actually have to kiss me." He unconsciously touched his own lips.
Dean’s eyebrows furrowed, his eyes averting Castiel’s gaze as he rubbed at the nape of his neck subconsciously. He could feel the blood rushing to his head and warming his body, so he turned his gaze to the floor. ”I uh ” he cleared his throat quietly and shuffled his feet, “‘f course I knew, Cas… I’m not stupid. April fools..?”d