Sunlight lights the freckles on Dean Winchester’s nose. They always get more obvious in spring, and Castiel loves it. He likes the little brown sprinkles covering Dean’s nose and cheeks, going perfect with the bright green of his eyes. Dean doesn’t see him staring, he’s focusing on his homework.
Castiel, who is normally the one to be concentrated, keeps looking at Dean next to him. It was a perfect day to sit outside, so they decided to get their boring work out and lay on the grass in Castiel’s garden.
It smells like spring; flowers and warm sunlight, just warm enough so they don’t have to wear jackets. Dean’s barefoot, his toes playing with the soft grass. Cas smiles when he sees it, then quickly returns to his work.
“They think we can like… stop time or something,” Dean complains and nods at the pile of books with him. “How are we going to finish this in one weekend?”
“We don’t,” Cas huffs. “And then we fail all our classes, get kicked out of school and go live out on the street.”
Dean’s laugh is as bright as the sun that’s currently creating speckles of light peaking through the leaves of the trees.
“Oh man, y’know what?” Dean softly pokes Cas’ bare arm. “As long as we’re homeless together, I’m cool.”
Cas smiles and quickly turns to his work so Dean doesn’t see him blush.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
They work for a while, exchanging questions and answers as time passed.
“Ugh,” Dean groans and rolls on his back, leaving his work next to him. “I’m dead.”
“Condolences.” Cas says and smiles as well when he hears Dean’s happy laughter. He puts his pen down again, too. He lays on his stomach and starts picking daisies, carefully, and begins to thread them together.
“Whatcha doin’, Chuckles?” Dean asks. He’s closed his eyes and lets the sun warm his skin.
“Surprise.” Cas smiles.
“If you’re trying to feed a bee again, I’m gonna kill you.”
“Bees are very important creatures, Dean, and I wasn’t feeding it.” Castiel continues his thread of flowers, making it longer until he can create a crown.
“You were guiding it to the biggest flowers. I call that feeding.”
Cas finished of the crown and shifted over to Dean.
“Don’t move.” He gently places the crown on Dean’s hair. “There.”
Dean opens his eyes, smiles when he sees Cas above him.
Cas moves away so Dean can sit up, gently feeling his hair.
“You made me a flower crown?” He asks with surprise. “Dork.”
“It looks great on you, Dean. Very natural.” Castiel says half-joking, half serious.
Dean looks like a fairy, or one of those aesthetic models.
“Yeah, y’know what’s very natural too? Walking around naked with a leaf hiding your dick.”
“Would go great with that crown.” Cas laughs, rolling on his back. Dean chuckles and flops down next to him.
“Oh, you know you wanna see that.” He turns his head and gives Cas a lopsided grin. He grins back.
“Totally. I’ll make sure to take pictures, for later blackmailing.”
Dean playfully pushes against his arm and smiles, turning his face back to the sun.
They lay together in the grass, happily ignoring the books and essays unfinished at their side.
“Cas- have you ever stolen something?”
They always play this game. One of them asks a ‘have you ever’ question, the other answers, then asks a question. The only rule: be honest. It sounds like a lame thing, but it has been helpful to both of them during difficult times, cheering them up.
“No,” Cas says after thinking. “Well… maybe a pen, at school- but never intentional.” He thinks. “Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?”
He could see Dean smile from the corner of his eyes.
“Well- Miss Talbot was pretty hot, but I didn’t have a crush.”
Castiel remembers the teacher they had last year, that got all the guys in awe- except for Cas, who had always been more interested in the handsome science teacher’s biceps.
“Did you ever think about kissing a teacher?”
“Nope,” Cas says proudly, “Did you ever think about… kissing a guy?”
He makes it sound so light, but his throat is closed and itchy.
Dean’s answer takes a while.
“Yeah,” He says softly. “Did you?”
Castiel doesn’t know what to ask, but Dean goes first.
“Did you ever think about kissing me?”
When Cas looks to his side, Dean is looking at him. He can’t help but smile because of the flower crown in Dean’s hair and the expecting, nervous look on his sun kissed face.
“Yes.” Cas admits.
“Okay.” Dean seems happy, proud even. “I- uh, kinda thought about that too. Few times.”
He doesn’t look away from Cas, who feels frozen in place. Dean sits up and leans in, a little unsure as he places his hand besides Castiel’s head. “Should we, uh-”
“Yes.” Castiel repeats, but he feels out of breath as Dean’s freckled nose moves closer and Dean lightly bumps it against his.
His lips taste as sweet as the air of spring, filling Cas with colorful butterflies, saturating him with warm happiness. He expectantly leans in and pulls himself closer to Dean, to savor more of those plump lips. Dean’s hand is still next to his head in the grass, his other tracing an invisible line over Cas’ arm.
Castiel’s own hands find a place on his lower back, and Dean smiles against his lips. They pull away. breaths full of each other.
“This okay?” Cas asks, though Dean’s smile says everything.
“Very okay.” Dean hums, already leaning back in.
Castiel now pulls himself up and turns them around, carefully rolling Dean onto his back in the grass and flowers. Dean’s crown is still somehow on his head.
Cas kisses him again and realizes Dean even tastes like nature. Fresh and new and delicate, yet anciently rough and strong. The perfect balance, having Castiel amazed with every new second he kisses and tastes.
He gently takes Dean’s bottom lip before Dean makes a soft sound and takes Cas’ lip in his own, glad to pull him closer, deeper into that feeling they’re so new to.
Maybe spring fever got them both hypnotized, but they forgot about their schoolwork, everything they had to do.
Dean is running his fingers through Castiel’s hair, pulls him close until they’re both completely out of breath. One moment Castiel is on top, testing and trying Dean out, the other moment Dean is hovering over Castiel, careful and hesitant though knowing how to make him surrender.
The spots of sunlight through those leafs create a magical feeling, as if they did stop time and are all alone, with no one else in the world.
Maybe both of them have waited too long for this to end already, maybe they only now realize how much they wanted, they needed this.
It could’ve been hours before Dean softly pulls way one last time, rolling on the grass next to him.
For a moment, he’s quiet, then his fingers reach for Castiel’s.
“I meant it.” He says.
“What?” Cas frowns.
“As long as you’re with me, I wouldn’t mind being homeless.”
Castiel smiles and squeezes Dean’s fingers.
“Even though I agree, I think doing some more homework is a better idea.”
It takes them a little more time to get back to work, but after a while, the books are reopened and they try to focus.
But with their new experiences of each other, the rest of the afternoon isn’t that bad after all.
heya. what happend to jem? can we expect some pics in the future? btw i basically fell in love with bug and i am NOT ready for babe to age up... .-.
;_; IT ACTUALLY kills me when u guys remember my sims and ask about them ???? It’s SO CUTE
Jem is a teen too! :^D I’ll make a post soon w/ all the teens u kno with the tiara girl and jem and that other kid
i’ll do a more concise and informative post about when i’m closer to releasing the first episode, but i thought i’d share with u guys what my podcast plot actually is, since i don’t think i ever said:
it takes place during the marauder’s era, and is narrated by an unnamed hogwarts student who is disenchanted with how the daily prophet/ministry of magic is handling the current political climate (the rise of voldemort, etc), and so has started a rogue radio show to keep ppl informed. it includes contributions from all ur marauder faves, and has advertisements from magical business and brands that support the cause, and it’s a fun mix of anarchy and high school drama, and u get to hear me implement my accent work in a semi-professional setting for the first time, and that’s horrifying.
details are subject to change, and im still working on a solid title, but i have some stuff recorded, and my boyfriend is a musician and he’s agreed to help me with music stuff, and idk, im having a lot of fun, i hope u guys like it
Proportions and stuff are weird, but I was thinking like ?? around Peggy’s second semester exams in grade eleven. They’re chillin at Herc’s apartment (horrible furniture, Laf hates it) and yeah. (Also lowkey Jeggy bc I’m trash)