@TrenchcoatedBee He’s so fucking c u t e.
Dean’s melting.
“Sleep tight, Cassie.”
He tugged the blanket up just enough, his arm sliding over it to rest on Cas’ back.
Scoops up @TrenchcoatedBee, laying him atop his chest, a hand brushing through the little ones hair before protectively holding him.
“Sleep time, little man.”
@TrenchcoatedBee Dean couldn’t help the grin as he watched Cassie run off, taking the shoes as he returned.
He crouched down, seating Cas against his knee and gently pushed his shoes on.
Kissing his cheek, he scooped him up once more and then made his way towards the garage.
@TrenchcoatedBee Dean chuckled, pulling back with a grin.
“Alright cutiepie. Let’s get ya in the car, hm?”
He leaned down to gently set Castiel on the floor, reaching for the miniature coat to tug it onto the boy’s shoulders.
“Where’s your shoes, kiddo? Go find ‘em.”
@TrenchcoatedBee Speaking through the squished cheeks, he mumbled with a small laugh.
“Nuggets?— McDonald’s? You wanna go to the play place?”
He pushed past the youngers grasp, pressing little tickling kisses all over Cassie’s face.
Dean’s head tilted and he frowned.
“How ‘bout some dinosaur crackers? Can’t have a real dinosaur, baby. It’ll eat your lil head off.” https://t.co/3jW8XscHed
@DebauchedHalo — This might sound.. weird.. but if you’re gonna sleep.. can you just- can you sleep in my room? My dumbass thinks the second I let go of you, you’re gonna disintegrate- So, just to.. give me a bit of piece of mind.. would you? Please? I mean, if not that’s totally cool-”
@DebauchedHalo — perf-...” His voice caught in his throat, realizing that he wouldn’t be able to hold Cas’ hand any longer; nor talk to him, if he was sleeping. It seemed sappy, but it was more of a reassurance thing. He just got Cas back, he didn’t wanna lose him again. “Actually.. um.. —
@DebauchedHalo Without noticing, Dean’s grip furthered on the angel’s palm, his fingers laced perfectly between Cas’. It made it difficult to let go. Cas made it difficult to let go— in fact, he never wanted to. His angel was back and god knows what would happen if he let go. “That sounds —
@NaiveCombatant — mark- it’s- it’s gone.” Part of his voice was panic; over thinking the possibilities and reasoning as to why it was gone. But the rest? Pure joy. He knew what that mark was gonna turn him into and he certainly didn’t want to be that, not now, anyways. “How did this happen?!”
@NaiveCombatant — holding both arms out like it was the most miraculous thing he’d ever seen. In fact, it might have been. If only he knew the reality of it, it wouldn’t be. “—It’s /gone/.” He exhaled heavily, swiping a hand down either forearm, one after the other. “I-I just woke up, and the —
@NaiveCombatant — arm causing a moment of panic. He slammed a palm on the faucet to turn it off, bolting down the hallway in simply boxers and abruptly shoving Cas’ door open. Sam wasn’t home, and somebody needed to enjoy this seeming victory with him. “Cas—” He stopped to catch his breath, —
@NaiveCombatant — Dean couldn’t stand about himself. Green eyes flared hastily into the ones reflected, slowing his breathing and eventually biting back the urge to slam a fist into the glass. But at the gritting of his teeth, that’s when his eyes shifted downwards; the bare skin on his —
@NaiveCombatant — anything had changed. He slumped down to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and even then, hadn’t noticed the absence of red on his forearm. It wasn’t till he looked in the mirror that it even came to mind. Most self deprecating things came that way, and the mark was one thing—
@NaiveCombatant Dean would’ve never imagined what had happened over night. Despite the slight pain he’d felt whilst unconscious, he still was quick to shrug it off when he woke. Being with the mark for so long, he wasn’t overly aware of its presence and when he awoke, he didn’t feel like —
@Lords_Angel_ — “He doesn’t like me very much. But he seems to love you. So looks like me and the lil guy have a lot in common.” He gave a small laugh, reaching into the car to pull out a small bag of food before closing it behind himself. “We should get him inside, babe. He’s probably cold.”