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Freed from a ruttery, Castiel longs for his former life. Unable to care for himself and deemed feral, Castiel is appointed a state-guardian… Sam Winchester.

Tagging some peeps I know have been following along. ❤️

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The days are long; rehearsals, sound checks, concerts, back on the bus to a new city to start all over again. Dean’s tired. He sleeps whenever he can, curled up under a few blankets flat on his stomach trying to keep his left leg from dangling out of the bunk. 

And like Dean, Castiel also sleeps whenever he can, that’s when he’s not making sure Dean’s eating. He sleeps during the movies they watch as a team in the front of the bus, he sleeps in the lounge curled around a book, and he sleeps splayed out in his bunk. Shirt always rucked up, unknowingly showing Dean the smooth dip of his lower back and the crest of his butt. The watercolor wings fluttering below his t-shirt, calling out to Dean like a siren song, their beauty tempts Dean’s fingers. 

 So, upon receiving a polite fake-knock on his curtain, Dean really doesn’t expect the goof that is whispering “Knock, knock, knock” to be Castiel standing there. He’s barely seen the guy awake outside of work or mealtimes. 

 “Hey man,” Dean’s voice hushed, to not disturb the others sleeping in the front of the bus. 

 “Hey, I saw the light, what are you watching?” 

 “The Untouchables,” Dean replies, pulling one of his earbuds out of his ear. The long cord is plugged into the DVD player in the ceiling of his bunk. 

 “May I join you?” 

 “Of course, buddy,” Dean smiles nervously and scoots over, “We haven’t gotten to hang out much lately. I’ve missed you.” 

 “Touring is more exhausting than I remember,” Castiel whispers and scoots into Dean’s bunk, a blush tinging the tips of his ears. 

 The bunks are big enough for two people, tightly pressed up against each other. Hesitantly, and awkwardly, Dean wraps his arm around Castiel’s shoulders and they share the space. Handing over one of the earbuds, he resumes the movie. Faces close together, sharing the space. Dean can smell the shampoo Castiel uses, it's a minty fresh fragrance that tickles Dean’s nose along with his earthy sandalwood soap that is so soothing. Castiel fills Dean’s senses and he’s quickly becoming addicted. 

 Dean hands over an earbud and starts the movie up again from the beginning. Dean commits himself to immersion in the story, getting caught up in repeating his favorite lines and even noticing something that he didn’t catch the last time he watched the movie. But his traitorous brain registers that Castiel watches Dean’s profile as much as he watches the movie, his gaze soft. 

 When the movie is over, Castiel bids Dean a quiet goodnight and rolls out of his bunk. Dean can only nod goodnight, feeling that a highly intimate moment had passed between them and he was left hanging, wanting more.

They’ve got a case. In the sleepy town of Edenton, North Carolina, John and Dean Winchester find themselves investigating a faith healer who is selling his magical honey. Rumor is that it is said to cure all ills; arthritis, kidney stones, psoriasis, and even cancer. John is set on eliminating the monster that is peddlin’ his wares at the local Farmer’s Market. But Dean, Dean isn’t so sure. He’s drawn to the healer, soft-hearted and almost angelic Castiel just wants to help others. Dean didn’t expect the power and steel hidden behind the facade of the docile beekeeper.

Coming May 1st! Part of the @destiel-buzzy-bee-bang!

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Castiel stands close, but not in the way and out of Dean’s field of vision. Dean doesn’t technically need a spotter for this, his aim is repetition and he’s doing weights lighter than what he’d normally do. He can still feel Castiel’s presence. Can still smell the earthy scent of his cologne mixing with the clean sweat of his skin. 

 “No roots?” Dean grunts, the count in his head displaced for a second but he starts up again. 

 Castiel hums, “No, Anna lives here and she’s the closest thing I have to roots here recently. I was in New York for a while after school. Then I was in Mumbai dancing, that’s when Gabe asked me to come home.” 

 “Mumbai?” 

 “Bollywood.”

 Dean lets out a noise of surprise, his hands faltering and Castiel’s hands are like lightning grasping the bar from Dean’s hands. Arms flexing, Castiel stabilizes the bar while Dean adjusts his hands. 

 “Bollywood, huh?” 

 “Back up dancer,” Castiel explains, his hand leaving the bar hesitantly. 

 “I’m gonna have to see this, my sister-in-law loves Bollywood movies,” Dean chuckles, finishing his rep and hanging up the bar. He hops up on the bench, looking up at Castiel. Baseball cap backwards, shirt still clinging to him. Dean meets Castiel’s eyes, steady and so fuckin’ blue. Fuck him.

 “I enjoyed my time there,” Castiel says, leaning against the bar relaxed as ever, “But I’m glad to be home and doing this with you all. Ready to start the newest chapter of life, it’ll certainly be different touring… becoming a sort of celebrity. Interviews start soon, that’ll be an interesting experience.” 

 Dean nods in agreement, wiping his hands on his gym shorts, “Yeah, it’ll be weird being known but I’m hoping that they won’t become too intrusive. I just enjoy music, I like hanging out with Charlie and Gabe again. It seemed like a good move to me.” 

 Castiel smiles, “Finished?” 

 “Uh yeah, going to hit the showers and then home. Tomorrow is choreography? Know anything about that?” 

 “I do, 'Rock-a-bye Your Bear' tomorrow. Gabe wanted me to come up with the hand movements and the dance we could all do,” he says and leads the way to the gym locker room, pulling out his bag from the locker. He starts stripping in front of Dean, peeling his sweat-drenched shirt slowly off his body. 

Standing only in the tiniest shorts and sneakers, Dean’s tongue feels like it's going to flop out of his mouth like a lovesick cartoon. Spotting a breathtaking tattoo, its black lines and with show-stopping watercolors curling around the top of Castiel’s shoulders and down the slopes of his back. It’s gorgeous, light and dark mixed together in a vibrant dance of color that makes him want to trace it with his fingers and follow with his tongue. In his imagination, he can almost feel the skin beneath his lips, the strength of the muscle between his teeth, and taste the salt of Cas’ skin on his tongue. 

 “I can’t sleep through this one?” Dean grunts, grabbing his own bag to distract him from the dark Adonis and his wings in front of him. He wills his body to cool down and not to stare too much at the beauty in front of him. 

 Amusement shining in his face, Castiel clasps a hand on his shoulder and shakes him slightly, “You’ll be fine, Dean. I promise I didn’t make it too difficult.” 

 With that, Castiel leaves him to take his shower, all sinew and grace. Dean watches the muscles in his back flex as he walks away, thinking that Castiel Novak is so graceful with his vibrant wings that he might as well be flying. 

My submission for the @spnreverse-promptchallenge! Based on @saminzat‘s Summer Sweetness. 

Read it here! 

It was a show down, between man and toddler. A battle of wills over bath time. The toddler, one Jack Kline, was protesting the end of his day. The two year old knew, through the ritualistic schedule that his father had established his entire existence, that bath time meant eventual bed time and he did not want to go. 

“Pew!” Dean exclaims, pulling the diaper away from Jack’s bottom, “Son of a bitch! He ate something just wrong! It’s like he’s singeing my nose hairs.” 

“He had Doritos today off of your plate,” Cas calls from the other room, voice muffled because it’s hidden behind his sweater and t-shirt.

Jack wiggles and laughs, naked limbs dancing. He thinks he’s hilarious, causing their faces to wrinkle with disgust. Dean tries to keep his little toddler heels away from the mountain of questionable Red Dye 40, gagging the entire time. 

“I think Jack has a competitor on the swings,” Cas whispers into Dean’s ear, smelling like coffee they’ve both been sipping while sitting at that local park. They had promised Jack a day at the park, even though the sun is shining, it is beyond frigid.