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“c’mere angel,” dean hums, eyes blown wide with desire as he beckons cas closer before tugging on his tie to pull cas onto the bed.

“just because you’re an angel,” dean mutters under his breath as he’s moving the last traces of the fight with the vamps, shooting a look at cas that’s half annoyed and half impressed.

“knock it off, angel,” dean says, humor laced in his tone as he plucks the whisk from cas’ hand and shakes his head at cas’ attempt to mix the batter.

“hey angel,” dean murmurs softly as cas climbs into bed and dean wraps his arms around cas’ waist as he pulls him closer; kissing cas’ cheeks and eyebrows and then finally, his lips.

“has anyone seen my angel?” dean calls from the hallway and cas looks up from his book, smiling as he calls back to dean that he’s in the library.

“oh, it’s on, angel,” dean says, snagging the extra water gun from the porch as he chases cas around the garden.

“this one’s my angel, go get your own,” dean dares, sliding a hand possessively along cas’ back as he stakes his claim.

“I love you, angel,” dean whispers into cas’ ear, and cas can feel the confession wrapping around his Grace and setting his entire being racing with adoration.

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It starts with a few small pots on the windowsill in the kitchen. Some limp looking parsley, a ficus with only one leaf, a calathea with an infestation of mealybugs. A sad little assortment of dilapidated plants that anyone else would take one look at and consider a lost cause.

But not Cas.

Dean tries to stop him the first few times it happens. They’re out at the grocery store, or paying a visit to Sam and Eileen, or driving past a yard sale, and Cas inevitably notices a discarded or neglected plant and makes it his mission to rescue it.

“You know,” Dean says after Cas comes home one day with an extremely large cactus with suspicious black fuzz on its side. “If you want plants, we can just go to the nursery and get some new ones.”

“No. It’s okay, Dean. I can fix this,” he says, and Dean doesn’t have it in his heart to tell him otherwise.

So he lets it be.

And if I can’t go home, I’ll build one in these bones

@spnpoetryrenaissance prompts: bodies & home

transcript under the cut

Despite how great things are here, at Sonny’s, Dean can’t shake the feeling that something is going to go wrong. Sure, his dad wanted him to rot in jail, which meant that he never wanted to see Dean again, but Dean knows John Winchester, and he doesn’t quit. After all, he’s spent the past twelve years dragging Dean and Sam across the country in search of a monster he’ll never find. 

Dean knows the real reason that his dad wanted to leave him here: it was so he didn’t have to own up. Instead of admitting that he’d left his sixteen and twelve-year-old in a moldy motel room for three weeks without any food money, driving Dean to stealing the peanut butter and bread so that Sam would stop trying to hide his crying from hunger, he pinned it on Dean. Dean was the failure, not John.

Dean knows that fundamentally, his dad had done the wrong thing, but it doesn’t stop shame from swirling in his belly when he tries to sleep at night, doesn’t stop him from being hesitant with friendships or carving sigils onto his bed or salting the perimeter. 

(Doesn’t stop him from wondering when he won’t have a bed of his own anymore.) 

And Dean’s right: John does come back, right when Dean’s actually starting to be happy, just like he always does. He always picks them up and dumps them somewhere new right when things are finally starting to get good, always telling them not to be sad (real men don’t cry, boys).

Dean doesn’t want to get back into that car, but he has to, because after a couple months at Sonny’s, he’s finally accepted the truth: in hunting his demons, his dad’s become one. 

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it had been gentle and slow, just the brush of lips against each other as dean traced the shape of cas’ mouth and cas pushed closer towards dean.

and then cas had pulled back, startled, stuttering out some ridiculous excuse about checking on the laundry, and then he bolted from the room.

the moment left dean stunned; bringing his fingers to his lips in shock as he grazed over the place cas’ lips had touched just seconds before. the kiss had been so quick that it almost felt like it hadn’t even happened. and for a moment, dean thought he’d dreamed the whole thing, until he felt a shivering tingle across his lips; the same way he felt cas’ grace whenever the angel healed him.

oh.

the kiss was real.

it left dean feeling dazed and dizzy as he made his way back to his room. he thought the feeling would fade, but as he flopped down onto his bed he swore he could still taste cas on his lips. minutes ticked by, and that sensation of cas’ lips against his lingered; a taste of warm summer breeze and a hint of sweetness crackling with energy. it was addicting and dean was insatiable. he wanted more; wanted to chase cas’ mouth into another kiss and another, until all he could taste was cas.

when the thoughts felt like they were consuming dean, he stumbled out of his room in search of the angel. but he didn’t have to go far. cas was in the hallway right outside of dean’s room, leaning against the wall with an expression of longing etched into his face. when their eyes locked, dean reached out as cas leaned forward towards him.

“dean, i’m-” cas started to say.

“don’t pull away this time,” dean quickly said as he pulled cas closer.

“i won’t,” cas said, words ghosting against dean’s mouth as their lips slotted together in another kiss.

this time, it wasn’t just a hint of grace that dean could feel and taste on his lips, it was an overwhelming torrent and dean couldn’t get enough. as dean deepened the kiss, he felt cas’ arms slip around his neck and his grace sparked warmly against dean’s mouth. one kiss blended into two and then three, and when dean broke the kiss, absolutely breathless, cas was utterly beaming at him.

“you’re the one who pulled away,” cas pointed out a moment later, a smile on his face as he shared dean’s breath.

“whatcha gonna do about it?” dean said, wrapping a hand around cas’ tie and tugging him closer.