#jennmishwrites

from @deancaskiss bex’s august drabble prompts

for most people, the memory of their significant other saying those three little words for the first time, is a good one.

but not for dean.

“we’re all out of cereal and milk so jack and i are going to pick some up. love you.”

dean’s heart dropped in his chest and he stumbled to where cas was leaning in the doorway, throwing his arms around him and burying his face into cas’s shoulder.

“you’re coming back.”

it wasn’t a question but cas answered anyways.

“of course, dean.” he pulled away a slightly to cup dean’s cheek. “… are you sure you don’t want me to remove the memory?”

dean leaned into cas’s touch and looked back and forth between his eyes. they’d already lost so much.

he shook his head. “i don’t want to lose another second with you.”

cas kissed him softly. “then you won’t. do you want to come with us to the store?”

dean smiled through his tears.

from @deancaskiss bex’s august drabble prompts

dean wasn’t sure when it started happening, but lately cas’s wings would materialize out of nowhere. and it always seemed to happen when he was getting hit on.

the female vampire looked dean up and down licking her lips. “i’d love to suck you dry.”

there was a familiar ‘fwuff’ sound as one of cas’s huge dark wings was suddenly arching over dean’s head, cas practically growling next to him.

“easy, cas,” dean warned.

the vampire’s eyebrows rose, “oh i didn’t realize he was your plaything, feathers. but i’m still gonna enjoy this meal.” she winked.

before dean could blink, cas had lunged forwards and taken her out. completely silent and lethal. blood slowly dripping off his angel blade.

dean adjusted his pants. he shouldn’t be so turned on but goddamn that was hot.

he patted cas’s shoulder as they made their way back to the car. “you know you don’t have to be jealous, angel. you’re the only one for me.”

from @deancaskiss bex’s august drabble prompts

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as dean watched the strangers pass them by on the pier, he wondered what they thought when they saw he and cas on the bench, sitting close, holding hands.

did they see a normal couple? who’d probably met at a bar, or through friends. a couple who’d gone on cheesy first dates before deciding to give it a go. people who had quiet lives, taken up by work and friends. 

he turned to take in cas’s profile, as he tilted his head happily toward the sun. surely they didn’t see the truth. they didn’t see a fallen angel next to a monster hunter. a couple who’d literally been to hell and back. who’d lost each other more times than he could bear.

he squeezed cas’s hand at the thought. 

cas turned to him, concern in his eyes. “what’s wrong, dean?”

dean brought cas’s hand to his chest and stroked his thumb over his knuckles. 

he didn’t want normal. “i’d always pick you.” 

cas’s lips tipped in a soft smile. 

from @deancaskiss bex’s august drabble prompts

jack and sam were building a sand castle. well, sand fortress might be a more apt description, dean supposed, given the sheer scale of their creation.

cas was sifting sand through his fist, the grains shimmering as they flowed into a pile near the edge of their blanket. dean shifted closer to him and asked, “what makes it white?”

“on this beach, mainly quartz,” cas replied, grabbing another handful to examine. “but large amounts of broken up shells can also make a beach appear white.”

“what about black beaches?” dean moved closer still and rested his head on cas’s shoulder.

“volcanic rock.”

“red beaches?”

“iron oxide.”

dean lifted his head at that. “iron oxide… there are beaches made of rust?”

“mhmm.”

“huh.” dean sprawled out on the blanket and laid his head on cas’s warm firm thigh. “what else is this beach made of?”

“well, there’s some feldspar, and biotite mica…”

from @deancaskiss bex’s august drabble prompts

dean hated being back in purgatory. he was at the rendezvous point and searching the trees for any sign of cas returning. but the woods were deathly quiet.

the grey surrounding him seemed to pull all feeling from his extremities, numbness creeping ever deeper. time stretched strangely and dean started to get more anxious, his breath catching in his chest. he checked his arm, but there was no watch. why hadn’t he worn his watch?

the sinking feeling in his gut grew, and he knew, he just knew that something was wrong. it had been too long.

“no no no, please, not again. i can’t lose you again.” dean jogged the perimeter of the clearing calling cas’s name as loud as he dared, worried about attracting unwanted attention.

cas, please be ok. i can’t do this without you, please… he prayed steadily as the trees blurred from the tears in his eyes.

“dean.”

he swung around at the sound of cas’s voice but he was no where to be seen.

throwing all care to the wind he screamed, “cas!”

“dean, i’m right here.”

blinking, suddenly there was cas. the dark of their bedroom surrounded them, and cas’s hand was stroking over his jaw.

“it’s ok. i’m here, dean.”

dean sobbed and threw himself into cas’s chest, relishing the feeling of cas’s arms wrapping tight around him. “i was so scared i lost you again.”

cas pressed a kiss to dean’s forehead.

from @deancaskiss bex’s august drabble prompts

dean was eyeing the pile of hersey’s kisses that jack had left on the library table. he was usually more of a gummy man, but he was really craving something sweet. since cas was sitting closer to them, he flipped his fingers at him and said, “gimme a kiss.”

cas didn’t move.

dean looked up to see cas staring at him with wide eyes. “are you sure?”

dean scoffed. “ya, i’m sure.”

cas leaned in closer and before dean could think to move, cas was kissing him.

when cas pulled away, dean felt like he couldn’t breathe. “… i- uh- meant one of the chocolates.”

cas looked at the pile, his cheeks flushing pink. “oh.” he slid one of the kisses across the table to dean.

dean just stared at it. “… i’d actually like to try one of yours again.”

before he could second guess himself, he kissed cas firmly and thoroughly, feeling him melt under his touch.

from @deancaskiss bex’s august drabble prompts

summer used to mean long night drives to avoid the intense heat of the day, followed by fitful sleeps in humid motels while ancient AC units sputtered away. it used to mean sweat dripping down his back and never feeling fully comfortable in his sticky skin, the cold from a morning’s shower never lasting quite long enough.

but it was entirely different now. dean couldn’t keep the smile from his face as he watched cas’s eyelashes flutter softly as he slept next to him. his face lit by the orange glow of the morning sun reflecting off the azalea bush cas had planted outside their bedroom window. the fan in the corner blew a light breeze across the linen sheet over them; cas had insisted that it was the best fabric for summer when dean had had a miniature heart attack over the price. but of course, cas had been right.

sighing happily, dean started planning the day in his head. he’d make breakfast and maybe they could eat outside, enjoying the cool morning air before he helped cas in the garden. then once they got too warm, they’d jump into the lake from the dock dean had just finished building, letting the clear, cool water refresh them.

the glow of the sunlight shining in through the window matched the bright feeling in dean’s chest. he never thought he’d have this, but he was so very glad he did now.

cas wrinkled his nose and opened his eyes to look at dean, the blue of them set off against the warm tones of the morning light.

“morning sunshine,” dean rolled over to face him.

“why do you call me that?”

dean leaned in to press a soft kiss to cas’s lips and stayed close, stroking his fingers over the rough stubble on his cheeks.

from @deancaskiss bex’s august drabble prompts

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“but tonight was supposed to be date night,” dean grumbled.

“you have a cold. you’re staying in bed.” cas tucked him in tighter. “and we could just have it here.”

dean scoffed. “it’s not the same.”

“oh?” cas raised his brows. “close your eyes and give me two minutes.”

dean rolled his eyes, but closed them obediently.

there was a ‘whuff’ as cas flew off, and true to his word, two minutes later he returned. “ok, you can open them.”

dean looked around to see lit candles all over his desk and the shelves around the room. cas was standing next to the bed with takeout containers of what smelled like his favourite soup in one hand and a bouquet of wildflowers in the other.

he knew he was doing a terrible job of hiding his blush as he accepted the flowers. no one had ever given him flowers before. ever thought that he deserved something pretty.

as they were curled up in bed with his laptop playing when harry met sally, dean leaned over and kissed cas’s cheek. “turns out having an angel boyfriend is pretty cool.”

cas made a soft pleased noise.

“eat your soup, dean.”

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