[ the air around them holds a different charge to it now, as the reality of it starts to sink in. as they move from revelations and confessions to average(ish) life and day-to-day commentary. the scenery doesn't fade to black ooze, he doesn't abruptly wake in a torture chair staring at naomi, dean doesn't morph into Lucifer - no other manner of hallucination or illusion.
it's real.
after a decade and change of being drawn together, years of dancing around the subject neither dared to give voice to, here they are. cas can practically feel his atoms and molecules humming. a pleasant, floating feeling that's entirely new and curious to him, but not unwelcome. it's a bubbly kind of high that cas is content to simply experience in dean's company for now. so this is what allowing happiness feels like, huh?
Dean may not realize he's doing an eyefuck stare, but cas feels it like a tap on the shoulder, turning back to meet it and calmly hold the gaze as the conversation goes on. just two bros, standing in an alien garden, eyefucking over gill-frenching because they just realized they're kinda gay.
except, it's more arresting now, a level of it raised from passively soul-staring to actively searching, castiel's head full of thoughts and ponderings, wondering at how this will go, what dean wants and what dean will actually be willing to voice a desire for, what brought him to return castiel's feelings and how long the sentiment may have been there, partly or fully formed. cas is never wont for questions, and even if the short affairs he had in the past might've prepared him for this, it still feels entirely new. a different kind of connection in total, a new level of intimacy, not in the physical sense, but the two of them have already shared so much more than one average human could with another. it's dizzying, but exhilarating.
cas stills, tilting his head at the mention of a bestiary they made (would've liked to see that, at least for the names), and chewing on The Shape of Water crap. ]
How exactly does one 'french' with gills if there's no tongue appendage associated?
[ clearly the most important detail the new bestiary is missing. he has to admit, cas isn't in a great rush to get back to productive conversations and kicking it in the ass. ]
no subject
it's real.
after a decade and change of being drawn together, years of dancing around the subject neither dared to give voice to, here they are. cas can practically feel his atoms and molecules humming. a pleasant, floating feeling that's entirely new and curious to him, but not unwelcome. it's a bubbly kind of high that cas is content to simply experience in dean's company for now. so this is what allowing happiness feels like, huh?
Dean may not realize he's doing an eyefuck stare, but cas feels it like a tap on the shoulder, turning back to meet it and calmly hold the gaze as the conversation goes on. just two bros, standing in an alien garden, eyefucking over gill-frenching because they just realized they're kinda gay.
except, it's more arresting now, a level of it raised from passively soul-staring to actively searching, castiel's head full of thoughts and ponderings, wondering at how this will go, what dean wants and what dean will actually be willing to voice a desire for, what brought him to return castiel's feelings and how long the sentiment may have been there, partly or fully formed. cas is never wont for questions, and even if the short affairs he had in the past might've prepared him for this, it still feels entirely new. a different kind of connection in total, a new level of intimacy, not in the physical sense, but the two of them have already shared so much more than one average human could with another. it's dizzying, but exhilarating.
cas stills, tilting his head at the mention of a bestiary they made (would've liked to see that, at least for the names), and chewing on The Shape of Water crap. ]
How exactly does one 'french' with gills if there's no tongue appendage associated?
[ clearly the most important detail the new bestiary is missing. he has to admit, cas isn't in a great rush to get back to productive conversations and kicking it in the ass. ]