"Never again shall you thirst, for I am come to wet your mouth with wine and water, to quench your thirst with kisses. Words of Love from my own lips will serve as your oasis, and you shall never want for drink again."
Cas gets, like, weirdly into sweaters when he’s human for good. Dean sort of blames himself. He sent Cas out with a list of groceries one afternoon only Cas apparently wandered into a thrift store “out of curiosity” and came home with six sweaters and exactly none of the things he was actually supposed to buy.
Some of them are okay. The plain blue one looks good on him. One of them is really soft which yeah, all right, Dean can get behind that even if it looks like it was knitted by a blind person. But the others are just varying degrees of awful. The purple sweatshirt with a glittery cartoon raincloud that’s probably been sitting in Goodwill since 1983. The yellow one spotted with bumblebees. The red and white striped chunky knit thing that makes Cas look like Waldo. The fuzzy grey one that makes him look like a koala bear. The slogan ones—oh god, the slogan ones.
Cas loves them. He pulls the cuffs over his hands and rubs his cheek on the shoulder and bundles up in like three at once when the winter chill gets into the bunker. He says he’s “creating his own style”, whatever the hell that means, but to be honest Dean just worries what he’s going to do in the summer when long sleeves aren’t an option. (Sometimes Dean has nightmares about Cas going into a Hot Topic and coming out looking like a 1970s punk rock groupie.)
But whatever, Dean can live with it. If it makes Cas happy, who the hell is he to put the kibosh on that? But then. There’s this time. This one time that Cas comes into the kitchen one morning and he’s not wearing the sparkly cloud sweatshirt or the koala bear fuzz or the multicolored zigzag catastrophe—
—he’s wearing Dean’s hoodie. Dean’s yellow hoodie that he kinda secretly kept from a crazy case what feels like forever ago, and damn seeing Cas all bundled up and soft and warm and comfortable in something that belongs to him just flips this switch somewhere in Dean’s chest and he drops his spatula and strides across the kitchen and Cas is saying something about how he hopes it’s okay he went in Dean’s closet and Dean shuts him up by kissing the ever-loving fuck out of him.
“Oh,” Cas says, breathless, as Dean pushes his hands underneath the layers of hoodie and shirt to run his palms over the hard muscles of Cas’s stomach and sides, “more than okay, then.” He smiles against Dean’s mouth.
Dean laughs, delirious. “You and your fucking sweaters, man.”
hello yes I would like to interrupt your destiel with a small bit of information:
there’s this thing that people do when they’re attracted to other people, in women it’s generally touching one’s face or hair or picking at their shirt, and in men it’s usually something to demonstrate their masculinity. You never really know that you’re doing it. Also, men tend to be the ones to respond to the nervous tic.
so, several things:
1. Dean is clearly attracted to Cas
2. Dean is doing the feminine thing
3. Cas is confused as fuck because he has no idea what’s going on.
so here’s the second batch of wing!hugs as promised, prompted by you guys
they’re based on these suggestions (x) (I posted them separately ‘cause I didn’t want the art post to be so long) I’ve tried to combine as many of them as I could in the pictures above
#16! MORE COMICS! i really hope that we get ALL SORTS of dean being all disgusting amounts of caring with cas, and judging by the promo photos, that should be a reasonable thing to ask for B)
[inktober tag]
"Fan: [To Misha] Did you hear, that Castiel stares at Dean so much because he finds him ‘interesting’?
Misha: [Laughs] Well, uh. You see, I think it’s because Castiel is trying to count Dean’s freckles, cause, you know, he has so many. And I think everytime Castiel gets close to counting them all, Dean turns away. So he has to keep starting over.
Jensen: I think you’re confusing Castiel with yourself again."
