"it's like being chained to a comet"
"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."
I’ve just been informed about Baby Jack so obviously i don’t care about anything else now x
Dean wakes up, the heat of Cas’ now very human body seeping through his skin, a feeling that still surprises him, still makes him feel like he must still be dreaming. Cas is lying on his back, his neck and head bent forward as he looks down at his own chest.
Dean watches, too sleepy and comfortable to move at first, then too baffled, as Cas draws something with a permanent marker.
He’s tracing Dean’s hand. Dean’s fingers are splayed out on Cas’ chest like they often are in sleep, right over his heart, and Cas is carefully dragging the marker across his own skin, marking the outline of Dean’s hand.
“Cas? What are you doing?”
Cas doesn’t look away, remaining focused on his current task with complete determination.
“I decided to get a tattoo today. I needed an outline.”
Now Dean is really confused. “What?”
Again, Cas doesn’t look away from his work. “You have my handprint burned into you. Everyone can see where I touched you. I want them to see where you touched me.”
The outline will have to be done later, as Dean’s hand is suddenly on Cas’ face, pulling it to his.
Coda for 11.02 because @octuse went on about blankets and I love cuddling.
It’s the warmest he can find: thick gray wool, army grade. Musty. Not the softest, but the goal is to get Cas’s body temperature up. Dean shakes out years of dust and wraps the blanket around him. Cas thanks him through chattering teeth.
Both his eyes are hemorrhaged, his shirt bloody and torn–Dean hasn’t asked yet. He keeps a careful distance, gun at his hip, blade in sight. He trusts Cas but something’s not right. What I have, you can’t help me, Cas said on the phone. Well. What he’s got right now is hypothermia, a roof over his head. Two people who care a hell of a lot about him.
Based on this post
What is love; according to children between 4 and 8.