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"I DID not steal this cat, Dean. He followed me of his own accord."
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 | @righteouslysin
“WEED … gummies?”
Castiel inspects the contents of the bag with poorly concealed newfound interest.
“Should I not partake?”
⠀⠀⠀ 𝐖ould weed even affect him ׅׅ𖤠 After all, he is an angel 。Nonetheless, he wasn’t going to question it only respond to the others interest with a simple shrug 。What could go wrong ׅׅ𖤠
❛ 𝐘ou’d probably need to partake in that entire damn bag in order to feel like mild effects, Cas 。Your immune system as an angel is fuckin’ nuts 。 ❜
WITHOUT hesitation, Castiel grabs a handful of the candy and pops them all in his mouth. He trusts Dean’s word after all.
“These taste bitter,” the angel comments once he swallows it all down. “What now?”
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 | @righteouslysin
“WEED . . . gummies?”
Castiel inspects the contents of the bag with poorly concealed newfound interest.
“Should I not partake?”
hc that sometimes cas tries to wake dean up early in the morning so they can go harvest honey together 🥺 (from wingedthursday)
{{ @wingedthursday YES YES YES. I support this whole heartedly. Dean just being tired and grumbly with his cup of coffee at first because it's early but seeing how excited Castiel is he can't help but smile. Harvesting honey with Cas is one of his favorite activities <3}}
okay but what if
someone took cas out to the aquarium
on edibles
haha jk . . . unless 🥹👉🏽👈🏽
Castiel 💛 9x01 I Think I’m Gonna Like It Here 2/?
righteouslysin:
⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝓗e didn’t know to say — for once in his life he was left completely speechless 。Thoughts nonexistent as if he had a complete shut down 。The world was better with him in it 。Somehow he couldn’t believe those words , but he desperately wanted to 。After all — the angel wasn’t one for blatantly lying to him, not if he can help it 。Thick digits managed to carefully stroke the back of the angels neck, hazel eyes softening as he listened to him speak 。
He doesn’t need to do anything to keep him, but god does he want to 。After all they’ve done with each other, all the anger, sadness, joy 。There’s so much more to do 。There had to be 。After all, Castiel saved him a lifetime worth of misery in hell, granted it could have been done sooner but he’ll take what he can get 。Especially since the one thing Chuck gave him was worth a damn 。
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀❛ 𝓦hat if I want to do things to keep you, Cas ׅׅ𖤠 Like asking you to be my boyfriend 。 ❜
-
A HUM escapes him at the feel of fingers on his nape – something akin to a purr. Castiel tries not to feel embarrassed by it and instead lets his arms wrap around Dean’s middle. He’s taking stride with this new-found physical affection, letting his body guide him. His words still hold their meaning, floating across the ether. Castiel wants to catalogue everything to memory, wants to have it imprinted onto his very grace so that it’ll have something beautiful amongst something so broken.
It doesn’t take long to identify the feeling coursing through him as happiness. Something so simple, so infinitely human even with his celestial upbringing. He has felt it before – a curse he had once been punished for – but not like this. Never like this. Castiel wants to live in this feeling for as long as he’s allowed.
Dean, being Dean, makes it better.
“Boyfriend?” He parses through human experience, his own with Claire’s introduction to teen shows at the forefront. “You would like me to be your boyfriend.” Lips curl in a blinding grin, quick before he’s able to reel it in. “I would like to be your boyfriend,” he adds on, the words feeding the giddiness threatening to overwhelm him. “What would that require? Do I have to get you … something?”
⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝓗e was far to cute 。Damn bastard 。Somehow just seeing the other smile had his heart doing flip flops 。God he was a teenager again 。Allowing himself to shift slightly the hunter listened to the others words 。Finally this angel was his, and his alone 。No other human was able to stake their claim upon this being, no other supernatural creature either 。But who would dare take what was rightfully his ׅׅ𖤠
Thick digits managed to carefully trace down the others arm, landing on this angels hand before intertwining their fingers 。The contact made every nerve light on fire, enough so that he shivered 。Just everything about this relationship was intense 。Far to intense 。Yet he craved it the more he sought it out 。This is the true effect of celestial beings 。Making humans fall into the belief of being worth a damn 。He was a victim 。A proud one 。
Raising the others hand with his own he carefully pressed his forehead against the others own, taking in those sapphire eyes once more 。Beautiful 。Breathtakingly beautiful it should have put him in a coma 。After all, this angel shines brighter than the sun himself 。According to him at least 。
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀❛ 𝓨ou could, but I only really want one thing Cas 。Its all of you 。Body and soul, everything you have to offer I want and in return I’ll give you everything of me 。Can you handle that, Honeybee ׅׅ𖤠 ❜
HAND holding, Castiel is coming to understand, is starting to rank as one of his favorite things to do. There’s just something so delicately intimate about it. Rough calluses pressed upon his own, fingers intertwined. He’s allowed this now, encouraged even. And Castiel moves with it because he can, because this is Dean Winchester. Truly no other will ever make him feel this way.
This close, Castiel feels him shiver. There’s a smug recognition to it. I did that. What he lacks in experience, the angel will surely make up for with enthusiasm in discovery.
“You have me,” Castiel reminds him. “I think you always have.” He remembers the tension, the betrayals, the moments where he would have chosen Dean over anyone, including his family. The angel still would. Despite the horrors he’s come to face, the losses he’s taken, he would do it again to end up here.
“Everything. I’ll give you everything.” Castiel presses his promises onto the corner of Dean’s lips. He’s not quite sure what that would entail but he’s willing to try. Because Castiel wants and he’s never wanted before. It’s exhilarating; it’s terrifying. But Dean’s there.
“What are we supposed to do now?” His tone turns, to what only he could describe, as shy — well as close to it with the gravel in his voice. “I haven’t — I don’t . . .” He huffs out something close to a groan. “This might be easier if you instruct me on what I should do.”
righteouslysin:
⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝓗e didn’t know to say — for once in his life he was left completely speechless 。Thoughts nonexistent as if he had a complete shut down 。The world was better with him in it 。Somehow he couldn’t believe those words , but he desperately wanted to 。After all — the angel wasn’t one for blatantly lying to him, not if he can help it 。Thick digits managed to carefully stroke the back of the angels neck, hazel eyes softening as he listened to him speak 。
He doesn’t need to do anything to keep him, but god does he want to 。After all they’ve done with each other, all the anger, sadness, joy 。There’s so much more to do 。There had to be 。After all, Castiel saved him a lifetime worth of misery in hell, granted it could have been done sooner but he’ll take what he can get 。Especially since the one thing Chuck gave him was worth a damn 。
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀❛ 𝓦hat if I want to do things to keep you, Cas ׅׅ𖤠 Like asking you to be my boyfriend 。 ❜
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A HUM escapes him at the feel of fingers on his nape -- something akin to a purr. Castiel tries not to feel embarrassed by it and instead lets his arms wrap around Dean’s middle. He’s taking stride with this new-found physical affection, letting his body guide him. His words still hold their meaning, floating across the ether. Castiel wants to catalogue everything to memory, wants to have it imprinted onto his very grace so that it’ll have something beautiful amongst something so broken.
It doesn’t take long to identify the feeling coursing through him as happiness. Something so simple, so infinitely human even with his celestial upbringing. He has felt it before -- a curse he had once been punished for -- but not like this. Never like this. Castiel wants to live in this feeling for as long as he’s allowed.
Dean, being Dean, makes it better.
“Boyfriend?” He parses through human experience, his own with Claire’s introduction to teen shows at the forefront. “You would like me to be your boyfriend.” Lips curl in a blinding grin, quick before he’s able to reel it in. “I would like to be your boyfriend,” he adds on, the words feeding the giddiness threatening to overwhelm him. “What would that require? Do I have to get you . . . something?”
Once a year, Castiel gets Claire (and anyone who’s willing) to binge the Hobbit & the Lord of the Rings trilogies with him — all extended editions, of course. The couch is decked out with the softest pillows and all the sherpa blankets he can find. If anyone wants to join him under the blanket he crocheted, Castiel would test them with “speak friend, and enter.” All serious. Also, he ships Thorin and Bilbo.
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Listening to the reply, Dean couldn’t help but heave a sigh in response. Those words made thoughts swarm chaotically in his head, a maelstrom threatening to consume him. How was he supposed to respond to that? On one hand he wants to protest, to swoop in and say anything to prevent that pained look on the features of the angel before him. But the other part of him? Knows that he needs to go. He needs to do this. If there’s a chance he can save Castiel, his brother, and all of the other people out there depending on him? Dean had always known he was going to go out with a bang. With a gun in his hand, at the hands of something nasty. He’s had years to accept this and yet just a few words from Castiel could cause him to waver? “Cas…We both know I gotta do this. If there’s any chance in hell of everyone makin’ it outta here alive then I have to try.” His voice is rough, gravelly with the emotions that he refuses to let out. Only a fraction of those feelings reflected in green hues. “If there was any other way I –” Dean shook his head, a weak smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. Acceptance. “…But there isn’t. ’m sorry.”
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ALWAYS with the Hail Mary’s these Winchesters seem to get into. Castiel tries to stave off the panic. (When he contemplates making yet another deal, he knows he’s doing it poorly.) Controlled under the circumstance -- external only. He refuses to lose Dean to this; not when he won’t accept a life without him in it.
Don’t go where I can’t follow.
Castiel feels for Orpheus. He’s sure Rowena won’t let him drag Dean back a second time. Best case scenario is wrenching apart heaven’s gates.
Ideal scenario is Dean doesn’t do this at all. He voices his sentiments.
“No.” Softer. “Please.”
But even Castiel can’t deny that he can’t think of an alternative. Like chess, each move he visualizes is countered. They’re a few steps away from checkmate and no, he can’t have that. What’s the saying in the movies? There must be another way. There’s not.
“Let me go with you.” Idea not fully formed and Castiel knows there’s no reason for him to but at least Dean won’t be alone. “I won’t let you do this by yourself. I can help.” The sacrifice play? Wonder where the angel learned that from.
He takes a step in his direction, hands burning with temptation to reach out.
delabor:
unlike castiel ; unbothered. authorities unconsidered ; & if brought up: is confident about abilities to manipulate back out of any issues. this is not the corpse you’re looking for.
snort; picking up a jar; examining from all angles. “sounds like you’re the one bad for your own business, honeybee.” samael was certain castiel would hand it out for free if at all possible. seemed like he already did. “guess t h i s guy “ gesture; with jar. “ didn’t do his research.” amateur. you a l w a y s steal from the prosperous. d u h .
grin. “thieves aren’t evil, they’re just ; resourceful.” he would know. “or you know, stupid. like our friend here.” jar set down; straightened. label out. “come on castiel, you commanded a garrison. anyone i consider m i n e would do whatever i tell them to do with your honey.” spread it on toast; fling it on onlookers; rub it on their nips & let fire ants eat it off them. whatever. sense of humor grew slow; like tumor. starting somewhere around the time when he decided heaven wasn’t going to solve their own problems. after he broke out of hell the condition aggravated to terminal.
“but that’s not what i meant. i meant y o u r people. the wacky hippies wandering around here. you know i’m good at beckoning souls, you can’t deny it.” like the pied piper; could inspire followers; en masse. couldn’t really turn it off ; but rarely turned it on; anymore. but willing to use the ability for a cause other than strictly mischief. it was reasonable mischief.
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HOW far from grace has Castiel fallen? Far enough to find peace in mundanity, apparently. Still, there’s the part of him that’s defensive about it. He watches Samael with bated breath. It’s not like he’s waiting for acceptance. No. He likes this life.
Maybe he just wants his brother to still be a part of it.
“I don’t necessarily care for the business aspect of it.” At all. Zero. Zilch. “Research? On my honey? Am I meant to lecture my customers?”
At least Samael seems to be enjoying himself. Castiel can be easily convinced that it’s the aura of the farmer’s market and not the decaying body that’s become his centerpiece. “Resourceful. You speak as if there’s honor among thieves.”
The reminder of a past life stills his hands. How far, indeed. “But the bees aren’t anyone’s, Samael. Nor are these people. We all coexist in this parking lot.” Same words, different font. The old woman who sells the dried apricot has a better grasp on the notion.
The jars are stacked, his sticker sunshine yellow against the glass. It’s a distraction to the question burning at the presence of his family. Why are you here? “I do not require a siren, brother. I’d rather enjoy your company without trying to hide another body.” He straightens the beach umbrella offering them shade. “Would you like to see the hive? You’ll see it’s not about the money.” It’s about the creation, the patience; the fact that Castiel can still see beauty in heaven’s devices even if he’s been cast out. “It’s in the middle of an apple orchard.”
righteouslysin:
⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝓢ure their first meeting was less than perfect — but considering the amount of fear of being pulled straight of hell by an angel ׅׅ𖤠 The sheer idea of something good saving someone like him ׅׅ𖤠 It didn’t feel real, it had to be some god forsaken trick just to spite him 。So yes, he stabbed him and it backfired 。But the mention of it caused him to huff in the slightest, as if he was mildly offended 。However, he understands 。That night he was given hope that he was worth a damn, even for a moment, for a day, a few hours 。That’s when crimson coated his cheeks, these kisses barely had time to register in his head 。Fucker was to quick 。They were moving fast, and he wasn’t mad about it 。It’s been years 。Years of tip toeing around each other 。Letting an audible sigh escape him the hunter leaned forward and buried his face in the angels neck, inhaling the sweet scent that caused him to become intoxicated 。He felt dizzy, warm , but most of all safe 。He’s always on guard, always tired 。
That’s when he registered the words 。You’ve been owed so much 。It’s true, he has but he never expected a damn thing 。Passed it off to his brother, told the world that he didn’t matter, just that Winchester in particular 。Watch out for Sammy 。He never thought of himself let alone his happiness since he was four, but here he was relishing in it 。Thriving in it 。And it’s all this angels fault 。
Yet his soul — it’s beyond damaged, shattered in pieces that somehow remain whole 。Ironic 。How he has survived this long is news to him, he expected to die in that hospital the night he got electrocuted 。Hell he was prepared for it 。Wanted it 。But he survived long enough to meet him 。
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀❛ 𝓒as 。。I don’t have an answer for that 。It’s just — everything kept falling apart around me, anyone close to me has died 。I was owed it ׅׅ𖤠 Sure, but Sam deserved it more 。 I’m easily discardable, but when it came to you 。 。 Fuckin’ hell you stayed no matter how angry, pathetic I was man 。 I wasn’t owed so much 。。I was owed you 。 Because I just need you 。 ❜
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WILL it always be like this, he wonders, the startled stillness coming from Dean burying his face in the column of his neck. It’s something to get used to, he supposes, because he likes it. God, he likes it. It’s not as if they haven’t been close before; personal space, he seems to recall. But this sensation is different, Castiel knows, the pull no longer hidden in the way his chest tightened when he sat in a car with a beautiful boy. And he felt it then -- something that registered in that passenger seat. Always wanting to be close, the desire to be near. It feels diluted or perhaps it’s just that he didn’t connect what it was until Dean voiced it. And isn’t that the irony? That Dean has given name to what he’s been aimlessly wandering in. Dean: the only one whose words could cut him, the one whose prayers in purgatory had kept him grounded. Love, it seems, to be too grand and yet it’s not enough, not really. Not when Castiel feels too big for his vessel.
He’s never been one to mince words, at least not when it comes to the Winchesters. He’s always been forthright and knowing firsthand that Dean feels he needs to be worth something is just . . . well, Castiel needs to put an end to that right then and there. Because the righteous man has been torn apart time and time again and anyone who is still capable of fixing themselves up afterwards should never question their worth.
“Life has been unkind to you, Dean Winchester.” Such a tame word for the hell he has endured, Castiel knows. “Sam is who he is because of you. You raised him. You tried to ensure that he wasn’t trapped as a pawn in the game heaven tried to play.” The guilt is still there and would always be. Castiel was created as a soldier and it’s because of Dean that he realized he could be so much more, that humanity wasn’t meant to live life in absolutes.
“You are not easily discardable,” he spits out, the very idea of it so deplorable that it cuts through the haze that’s softened him. “There is only one Dean Winchester and the world is a better place because you are in it. And in every conceivable universe, in every part of reality, I would find you and remind you again and again.”
Too much? Not enough. Sentiments can barely pierce through armor that’s been wrapped around for so long. But Castiel remains in their truths. “You have me, Dean. Know that you don’t need to do anything else to keep me.”
can’t believe that finding out @delabor has only been to the farmer’s market twice is what’s getting me to get on
delabor:
frown; faint ; watching castiel cover corpse ; but says nothing. unsure if it’s a sign of respect or denial. best not admit to uncertainty.
eyebrow; brushing own stomach; idle; cotton tshirt under fingertips. castiel: ever mysterious. but patiently waited for him to count. eyebrows raise ; so? he’d killed men for less ; then deepens into frown; confused. “how?” hands bracket on hips now; rings flash. “are you doing business with a bunch of thieves that will avoid you because they a l s o wanted to steal from you?” smirk; hidden. “you should get better clientele. i could help.”
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HOPEFULLY everyone ignores the lump underneath the table runner. Fingers cross that no one calls the police. He’s confident of his honey harvest but not enough so to bribe the authorities.
Castiel moves his cooler in front, pulls a couple of jars to arrange on the table.
“I only charge what they can afford.” He says it simply like it should be so obvious. “Evidently, this man needed more.
Thieves, he says. Castiel almost laughs, eyes darting towards the people around them, clearly oblivious to the crime just committed. His gaze zeroes in on a person with a fedora. “I don’t think anyone here is that evil.
Samael could help. Samael has also killed the man who stole seventeen dollars. “What kind of clientele?” Castiel is almost wary of his answer. “What could your people possibly do with my honey?”
righteouslysin:
⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝓗e doesn’t want to break the kiss, because the amount of sweetness he is tasting is bloody addicting 。However, he was far to desperate 。Desperate for him 。Only him 。Thick digits managed to run through the others hair, it’s oddly soft 。Perfect for pulling on to if he so pleases, but he won’t 。Not yet 。Letting his breathing slow a bit the hunter concentrated on the others words 。Teaching him how to love, how to maneuver wouldn’t be so difficult if this was a normal situation 。If it wasn’t his damn crush since he was in his twenties 。That’s when he made one of the boldest moves, he carefully placed the others palm on his torso while the other remained on his neck 。He shivered then — the skin to skin contact somehow amplified what he was feeling 。He was on fire, everything burned in such a delicious way 。
He leaned forward, connecting their foreheads as if to close what distance they had when they weren’t kissing 。Fuckin’ hell he couldn’t help but feel safe around him 。For now he let his jaw slack open, sentence after sentence leaving his throat in a timely manner — as if there was no train of thought stopping him from embarrassing himself 。Because there wasn’t 。
⠀⠀⠀ ❛ 𝓢ince the day we met at the barn 。 I just didn’t know I wanted you — wanted something I couldn’t have 。 It’s why I tip toed around it for so long, I wasn’t worthy of you 。 But I fell harder each day and it was a curse I was willing to carry to the grave 。 I’m so glad I broke it 。 ❜
⠀ ⠀⠀⠀
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IT’S embarrassing just how easy it is for Dean to unravel Castiel. Everything fades, his only point of reference the tingling of his lips and the shivers that come from fingers in his hair. His hands are guided and find themselves pressed up against the hunter. There’s strength in the muscles underneath and Castiel can’t deny the attraction to it. A fellow soldier; a man who has protected him time and time again. Castiel succumbs to the desire and lets his hands wander, feeling the broadness of his shoulders, the warmth of the body. He would describe it as clinical, simple curiosity, really, if not for how his breath hitches. Hands return to their position, eyes latching on to how it trembles slightly at the intimacy of it.
There’s a hunger in him that he doesn’t know how to satiate, a need that starts and ends with Dean Winchester. The inferno from his earlier confession spreads and Castiel can only thank his self control from probing the depth of his words. I think I’ve always loved you. It’s as if his world has righted itself, as if he’s unlocked something so pivotal in his very being.
Castiel feels it dancing on the tip of his tongue and so he kisses it back onto Dean’s lips. Can you taste it there, he wants to ask. It’s yours; it’s yours; it’s yours.
It’s in Dean’s answer that he finds himself huffing out the start of a laugh. “The barn?” He remembers the tension that weighed down his order, the innate need to be the soldier he was crafted to be. That Castiel was doomed from the start. “You’re aware that you greeted me with a blade, right?”
The rest of Dean’s words sober him a little. “Worthy? Dean, from the very moment I saw your soul, I knew that you deserved the world. You’ve sacrificed so much of yourself, given when the world kept asking. How could you possibly think that you weren’t worthy of something that you wanted? How could anyone deny you when you’re owed so much?”
