Baring pizza and beer, he stepped into the room and set each on the table, eyes locking on @NovicePizzaMan.
“Baby. I miss you. I know- gross. But I do. Turn your Netflix crap off and love me, hm?”
@NovicePizzaMan Dean’s palms laid gripped into Castiel’s shirt, tangled in the fabric to keep him as close as possible.
“Good.. cause.. cause I know it’s sappy and I didn’ wanna.. I dunno.. you know how I am..”
He let his eyes closed, face buried against the former angel’s neck. —
@NovicePizzaMan Dean gave a soft chuckle, shaking his head and brushing his joke aside. He slid arms around the man’s waist and drew him closer, inhaling the soft scent of his ( baby ).
“Mm. I needed this.”
@NovicePizzaMan — handle it, ( please ), god, if you love me, you'll stay behind."
That was the point when he shifted, laying on his side so he could lean over Castiel and stare down at him. "I spent long enough in that damn hospital seeing you hurt, I —
@NovicePizzaMan — His instincts were kicking in, body begging to have more of this man. A somewhat gasp pulled between his teeth, hand gripping into Castiel's hair.
"Back seat.. I want you. Let me cum inside you." He lifted his head to look down at Cas, —
@NovicePizzaMan Dean’s lips pressed into a smile, turning Cas’ just a tad more so he could lean over and give him a kiss.
Once he was settled behind Cas again, his arms tugged the man closer.
“I love you, baby. Don’t change.”
Arms moved to circle @NovicePizzaMan, slipped in their bed behind him.
He’s tired and he needs his baby.
“Are you sleepin’ already, handsome?”
He mumbled.
@NovicePizzaMan — getting hurt wasn't something he wanted to think about.
"It's too dangerous and I'm not losing you. Hate me all you want, I won't risk it."
@NovicePizzaMan — you're not coming hunting."
That was all there was to be said on that topic. Cas was human, and therefore vulnerable, and there was no way in hell Dean was going to let anything happen to him ever again. Even the possibility of Castiel —
@NovicePizzaMan “I love you more than my hearts capacity, Cas. I don’t think it’s been this full since third grade when I won class clown-“
He’s joking.
Maybe.
A chuckle followed, his arms tightening gently
“My perfect baby.”