dean smothers the words, instead lets himself soak in what cas is telling him with that soft firmness. there will always be that part in him, the self-hating, darkness that won't let himself believe in the simplest words, the good that he could have if he only allowed it for himself. and this, too, threatens to be too much, too fast.
too important. yet he'd let the words slip, the truth slip of what he fears so much. ]
I-- yes.
[ a breath, and dean draws back, just enough to look at him. ]
Thank you.
[ his hand slides up, high until it's burying into castiel's hair, fingers disappearing into threads of thick, black hair. cradling his skull, keeping him there, dean's mouth is on cas' a moment later. it's calm and controlled, yet there's a desperate note in the way dean presses into it, deepens the kiss almost immediately-- like he needs this right now, needs to feel it, taste it.
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dean smothers the words, instead lets himself soak in what cas is telling him with that soft firmness. there will always be that part in him, the self-hating, darkness that won't let himself believe in the simplest words, the good that he could have if he only allowed it for himself. and this, too, threatens to be too much, too fast.
too important. yet he'd let the words slip, the truth slip of what he fears so much. ]
I-- yes.
[ a breath, and dean draws back, just enough to look at him. ]
Thank you.
[ his hand slides up, high until it's burying into castiel's hair, fingers disappearing into threads of thick, black hair. cradling his skull, keeping him there, dean's mouth is on cas' a moment later. it's calm and controlled, yet there's a desperate note in the way dean presses into it, deepens the kiss almost immediately-- like he needs this right now, needs to feel it, taste it.
confirm it. ]