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sigh i just want Dean and Cas all tangled up together in bed with Cas his head under Dean’s chin, his nose burrowed against the dip of his collarbone, and with Dean’s face buried in Cas’ hair and the strands tickling his nose. with them both just lying there, their warm bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. from their heads, to their chests - with one falling as the other rises, sometimes meeting in the middle, sometimes out of rythm - to their joined middles, to the intertwine of their calves, to the soft brush of their toes. breathing each other in.
what if Dean got Cas a cat even when he isn’t very - or at all - thrilled of the very idea of having cat furr all over the bunker and that little meowing (possible) nightmare running around and doing whatever it pleases but he knows it’ll make Cas really happy and he loves Cas so much and who cares if he’s a bit whipped because Cas is totally worth it and Dean is the luckiest man alive to have him and since he has come this far why not take it a few steps further so when he gives Cas the little furball (which actually is kinda cute but Dean’s definitely not saying it) there’s also light blue collar on her, and on it a silver ring, just the size of Cas’ ring finger
“So that’s it? E.T goes home?”
Cas doesn’t understand the reference, he guesses it’s about a movie perhaps but he does understand what Dean is trying to say. He’ll have to make a choice if it comes down to it but right now, he doesn’t know what to say. Everything is so twisted up that he cannot even begin to think what he would do. What he would be allowed to do.
Dean glances at him when Cas doesn’t say anything, worry etched into the lines of his face. He looks away again, swallowing. Cas doesn’t know if he’s trying to swallow down more words or swallow down his hesitation.
He clears his throat, starts to say something and then stops again. Cas waits, knowing that with Dean, asking would only cause him to pull in again. So he waits.
They come out in little bursts, sputtering out and then flickering again, Dean’s words. “But you know. If-if you didn’t want that. If you didn’t want to be stuck up there with those dicks. We-” A sputter. “Me and Sam we got something permanent now. And we’re so close to getting the gates closed. And after..”
He looks away from Cas now, squinting at the bar instead. “Look, what I’m trying to say is, you’re family. So don’t feel like it’s your only choice. I was thinking about how I couldn’t tell you to leave when you came back, after everything. It’s something. So I’m here. If you want it.”
Cas opens his mouth, but the door opens with a chime and they both turn, the spell broken and the I want it gets stuck to the roof of his mouth, swallowed down again in the face of something bigger than them.
mpreg!cas all grumpy and sore so dean runs them a bath and climbs into the tub first so cas can lean between his legs and dean runs his hands all over cas' swollen belly, kissing cas' hair and whispering to him all the amazing things they'll be able to do as a family ;~;
oH NO oh goshh cuddled up in a warm bath envisioning quiet afternoons spent helping their baby learn to crawl, to walk; picnics under trees; lullabies and story-time, bath-times with bubbles and rubber ducks and colorful little towels; fingerpaints and pasta artwork to put on the fridge; ticklemonster fights interrupting movies and and !!! whatever discomfort Cas was feeling promptly fades away ;a;