Dean Winchester.

; — Tonight, he paints sigils into his skin, begging his blood to protect him from the emptiness. — @DontHaveAHarp’s.

[Dean Winchester. @sublimecrux]

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I am a universe broken down into planets, not whole but made up of pieces made to survive an intimidating atmosphere.

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#supernatural; roleplay; alternate portrayal; mirrored writing; mature themes.

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[Dean Winchester. @sublimecrux]

@DontHaveAHarp — ass, nuzzling his cheek and cooing.]

I meant that you have a nice ass, baby. A really nice one. Like a tasty cake.

[Dean Winchester. @sublimecrux]

Do you know why the sky is so gray, @DontHaveAHarp?

Because all the blue is in your eyes.

[Dean Winchester. @sublimecrux]

@DontHaveAHarp I thought you’d like it.

[The hunter’s expression melted into a pleased grin, though it faltered when Cas (obviously) misunderstood his intent.]

N-no. No. That’s not what I meant.

[Quick to show and not tell, Dean stepped closed and grabbed two handfuls of the angel’s —

[Dean Winchester. @sublimecrux]

@DontHaveAHarp — responded.]

Waffle?

[The word was muttered with hesitation as he stepped closer.]

If that ain’t it, I know someone who has perfect cake.

[Not so shamefully glancing to Castiel’s butt.]

[Dean Winchester. @sublimecrux]

@DontHaveAHarp It is a holiday. I just created it. Called “Spoil Cas Rotten”.

[Dean wiggled a brow teasingly, but his expression melted away when he was brought to the abrupt stop. His brain went into overdrive trying to figure out what was the ~correct~ cone to get, before he finally —

[Dean Winchester. @sublimecrux]

@DontHaveAHarp It’s ice cream… Healthy ice cream. [If he were dead, he’d turn over in his grave at the thought. Instead, he threaded his fingers through his angel’s and hauled him to the kitchen.]

I even got cones.

[Dean beamed, clearly proud, and ready for his boyfriend of the month award.]

[Dean Winchester. @sublimecrux]

@DontHaveAHarp [His arms landed around Castiel’s waist with practiced confidence, the hunter squeezing the angel closer and giving his hair a (totally manly) nuzzle.]

I got ya some strawberry sorbet, angel. Sam said it’s “good for health and not like those sugar-laden ice creams”.

[Dean Winchester. @sublimecrux]

@DontHaveAHarp It is, actually. I’m fairly certain not having plan was the best plan.

[Opens arms and wiggles brows.]

C’mere, baby. We do those.

[Dean Winchester. @sublimecrux]

@DontHaveAHarp [Presses a finger to his lips.]

Shhhh. We don’t do logic here, Cas.

[Dean Winchester. @sublimecrux]

Why is Twitter offering me NFTs. How long have I been gone, what is this dystopian future?

[Dean Winchester. @sublimecrux]

[No coffee, no talkie. He is already stumbling towards the kitchen, tagging Cas in tow by his hand.]

You’re so logical. I wish I had a brain.

[Castiel. @DontHaveAHarp]

I'd have to assume in the kitchen.

{Of course Cas had a fresh pot ready, waiting for Dean to wake up. He didn't need to tell him that first thing, though.}

[Dean Winchester. @sublimecrux]

Where is the coffee?

[Dean might even believe him... For now. Because it’s too early to ponder that.]

[Castiel. @DontHaveAHarp]

Good morning, Dean.

{He'll pretend that whole possessive thing didn't happen.}

[Dean Winchester. @sublimecrux]

[Blinks sleepily.]

Hello, angel.

[Castiel. @DontHaveAHarp]

{Lays on @sublimecrux.}

This is mine.

[Dean Winchester. @sublimecrux]

@DontHaveAHarp You. Are mine.

[Booping the angel’s nose with his finger, he smirked at the pout and pressed a quick kiss to it.]

I brought you Valentine’s cherry pie.

[Wiggles his brows.]

You wanted to try some, didn’t you, baby?

[Dean Winchester. @sublimecrux]

Happy Valentine’s Day, @DontHaveAHarp. Let’s kiss.

[Dean Winchester. @sublimecrux]

@DontHaveAHarp [With his hands full of angel, Dean managed to back his way to a couch and plop onto it without breaking the kiss. The kiss that was hungry and full of everything he doesn’t ever say, only attempt to show. Pulling back, he pressed his forehead to the angel’s.]

You.

[Dean Winchester. @sublimecrux]

@DontHaveAHarp Hello to you too, baby.

[Grinning, he twirls the angel around for a moment, then finally manages to get a proper kiss, and maybe a squeeze or three of his arms for good measure.]

[Dean Winchester. @sublimecrux]

I'm hungry.

[Dean Winchester. @sublimecrux]

CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS.

[Dean Winchester. @sublimecrux]

Cas.