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Castiel had very mixed feelings on storms.
There was something about the power, the beauty, but on top of all that, the frustration a storm brought. The strong wind and rain had him trapped in this cabin. It had then succeeded in bringing down a nearby power-line, leaving the small, isolated dwelling dark and cold.
At least he was not here alone. Dean was with him.
Speaking of power, beauty, and frustration.
The lightning provided flashes of the most stunning sight of Dean’s euphoric face. But the thunder… The maddening thunder drowned out the desired sound of his love’s moans.
“The only references I can find are to parts being used in spells, rabbit’s foot, rabbit ears, and so on,” Sam leans back in his chair, sighing tiredly. There are books spread all around him on the library table.
“I don’t believe that’s helpful,” Castiel scolds as he covers the ears of the bunny perched in front of him.
“Sorry!” Sam’s puppy dog eyes flick to both of them, chastened.
The ears quiver slightly under his palms. Castiel instinctively strokes, and his gentle actions seem to ease the trembling.
“Don’t worry Dean. We’ll find the cure.” Castiel assures his friend.
The flames flicker and dance merrily around the marshmallow. Dean waits until it’s just the right shade of brown, a colour similar to Cas’ last trenchcoat he reflects, before he finishes preparing the smore and holds it out to Cas eagerly.
“Try it.”
Camping is the latest experience he felt he should show the newly human Cas. Although Dean had remembered two man tents being bigger, smores are still as tasty.
“It’s… awesome.”
Dean can’t help but grin at the word choice, and Cas beams back. Dean feels his cheeks warm. He must be sitting too close to the fire.
He knows him ten years.
He knows the little things and the big things.
He knows his favourite beer.
He knows how he takes his coffee; strong, black and in copious quantity.
He knows how he protective he is, of Jack and of Sam, and him.
He knows how he throws his whole self into doing things, be it trying to do God’s job or being human.
So he knows now that Cas will never leave, will always stay, that this is his choice and his home.
He knows that this is it for him.
“I love you too, Cas.”
“You can speak hundreds of human languages but you struggle to talk dirty.” Dean teases. He refuses to call this pillow talk but he has to admit it’s nice lying here with Cas.
“I also speak Dolphin.”
“Are you serious?” Dean grins.
Cas whistles a short tone and Dean just can’t contain his laughter. Cas smiles and whistles again, a little longer, his arms tightening around Dean.
“Dork! What did you say?”
“First I said ‘Of course’, then I said ‘ready for round two?’” Cas winks.
“This is really not what I meant by dirty talk.”
But he obliges anyway.