It's a gift; you keep those.

no matter how steamy and passionate a make out session between them gets whenever dean feels them slowing down and he starts pulling away because one of them (him) actually needs to breathe castiel pulls him closer again with both his hands framing dean's face and gives him this sweet smile and peppers his entire face with light kisses, chaste and loving, and that somehow manages to make dean weaker at the knees and more flustered than everything they were doing before

Ed wonders, as he usually does when they leave their cot for a walk by the shore, why they don't do this more often. The Sun is low as the afternoon gives way to a calm and quiet evening in their island, there is a cooling breeze kissing their lands as the water laps at their bare feet. Stede is talking animatedly, gesturing effusively with the hand that isn't holding Ed's own right now and Ed allows the sound of his voice to wash over him paired with the wind and the waves and the occasional seagull flying in lazy circles over them. His knee starts protesting what must have been just half an hour after they have left the house, reminding him why they don't do this as of ten as he would like. He doesn't say anything, but there must be some change in the way he is walking, or in the speed he is doing so, because it doesn't take Stede too long to slow down too, gently guiding Ed towards a group of flat, and thankfully dry, rocks next to some tide pools. "Why don't we take a break, my darling?" Stede asks, even if he already knows the answer, allowing Ed to decide if he really need the rest before they make their way back home, " you know how much I enjoy exploring around the tide pools." And Ed could burst with how much he loves him. "Sure yeah." Stede doesn't say anything as Ed makes him way to the rocks, gingerly sitting down, focusing instead of getting his trousers and sleeves folded up to avoid getting them wet. Ed stretches his leg, cursing the way it limits him sometimes, and avoiding thinking how it will continue to do so as he grew older, a thought he never had to worry about before, seeing as he could tell he was never going to make it this far. He will live with it, he tells himself, he won't be alone to do so. He turns his attention to Stede instead, as soon as he feels the pain and the pressure calming down a bit, and he is breathtaking, with his hair shining golden under the Sun, and the focused expression on his face as he looks down at the water, he wonders what new treasures Stede will take home with him to join their ever-growing collection of trinkets. "Hey babe!" He calls out. "Yes?" And Stede doesn't even look up, and Ed can't wait for Stede to tell him all about what he is seeing. "I love you." At that, Stede does look up, and the light of the Sun has nothing on his smile, and the lulling sound of the waves, so familiar to Ed has nothing on his voice as he calls to Ed, "I love you too."

dean has this fear, at the beginning, of being too clingy, a mix of a lifetime being denied the things he wanted, of years spent putting on a mask and an act, of losing what mattered to him, and of a fear of not being able to make his grip strong enough to keep cas from leaving him behind again, a fear of being too much too, but all that self doubt and worry turns to dust the moment cas starts being the one to hold him tight first, and he doesn't even hesitate about it, when he lies next to dean he rests his head on dean's chest not even interrupting whatever he is rambling about, and he reaches for his hand when dean is driving, and he kisses his forehead every night, and asks dean to stay in bed for longer in the morning even if he doesn't need to sleep, and dean knows he has never been hugged this much in his entire life and he scoffs at himself if cas can be that brave he can be too, and if he gets this it's because they both deserve it, so he stares at cas and tells him he loves him all the times he wants to and he is clingy, impossibly so

ed noticing all of a sudden that he is bored, and he is on their new couch with his legs comfortably stretched across stede's lap, who is reading and lost in his own world but still unconsciously rubbing ed's knew gently because he complained in the morning it was bothering him, and he is bored, staring up at the ceiling and as he observes the feeling he is relived to discovered it's not sitting on his chest hand in hand with the usual fear he used to feel associated to that boredom and he wonders why, because being bored used to make feel like crawling out of his skin, too many thoughts and memories plaguing him as soon as he wasn't entertained and stede suddenly hums at something that has happened in his book and ed feels then a distinct lack of the bite of loneliness his boredom used to have too, there are so many things he could be doing, now that he thinks about it, but he simply takes a deep breath, relaxing even further against the couch and allows himself to just be, to be bored, and to be still, and to simply enjoy the warmth radiating from stede, and the way his fingers gently get rid of any aches and pains ed is feeling and when stede laughs or huffs at his book ed simply smiles to himself

love it when i am typing gentlebeard to use their tag on a post but halfway i get the gentleness tag as a suggestion like hell yeah there is so much gentleness between them and in their love