sooo, does fred have some sort of feelings to theo or what?
hmm, well… nothing real or meaningful in the way of romance. there is respect, fascination, annoyance and some protectiveness, but that protective side usually shows itself when theo interacts with his father and has more to do with caleb (fred’s father) than theo. frederick is just rly done seeing him tear down people’s self esteem and sense of worth.
“No,” Cas says stubbornly and muffled, looking down at the ground. Dean scoffs next to him.
Dean raises an eyebrow at Cas who shoots him a little smirk.
“Dean, I’m fine. It’s fine,” Cas insists.
“Cas, babe, it’s snowing,” Dean says, gesturing around him as though Cas can’t see. Cas rolls his eyes.
“That doesn’t mean anything,” Cas protests.
“You’re shivering, c’mon, you’re freezing,” Dean reasons. Cas looks over at him and Dean tries to keep a straight face. “You’re gonna freeze to death and I’m gonna have to take care of a court case because of it. I’ll be on trial charges, Cas, it’s gonna be a nightmare,” Dean jokes, failing to keep a straight face. Cas rolls his eyes but he has a little smile on his face.
“If I let you will you shut up?” Cas inquires.
“Most definitely,” Dean says with a nod. Cas looks over at him and Dean raises an eyebrow. Cas sighs and takes off his backpack. Dean smiles, pulling off his letterman.
“Now, you’re gonna freeze,” Cas points out, setting his bag down on the cold sidewalk for a moment.
“I am not going to freeze because seeing you warm will warm me,” Dean tells Cas as he sets his letterman that’s just a bit big on Cas over Cas’ shoulders. Cas sighs in contentment at the warmth, shifting it on his shoulders.
“You’re so cheesy,” Cas mumbles, going to pick up his backpack. Dean’s hand gets in the way, however.
“Nuh uh, I’m carrying that for you.”
Cas looks over at Dean who smiles.
“It’s what any decent and loving boyfriend would do,” Dean explains. Dean can’t tell if Cas is red from the cold or if he’s blushing but he suspects it’s a bit of both. Cas can’t help the fondness that creeps up inside of him as he looks away from Dean, trying to hide a smile.
“Yeah, okay,” he says, letting Dean pick up his backpack. Cas grasps the edges of Dean’s letterman, pulling it a little tighter around him as he looks back over at Dean. Dean smiles and leans over to kiss Cas’ cheek. Dean’s nose is cold and it makes Cas shiver but Cas really doesn’t mind. Dean pulls away but Cas stops him. “Hey,” he says, quirking a little grin over at Dean whose cheeks are also pink from the cold or Cas, either one. “I’m not done with you,” Cas teases, and Dean smiles a little wider as Cas leans in to give Dean a kiss, a real kiss on the lips that lasts for many seconds and makes both of them feel very very warm despite the falling snow.
Cas pulls away and rests his head on Dean’s shoulder.
someday kaz will learn to hold inej when she needs comfort. on these days his armor is gone and it feels like his world is tipping like the sickboat lowering him back into the reaper’s barge. but to keep from falling in he focuses on the unique scent of her hair, warm touch of her skin, and steady rhythm of her heart. and she’d whisper things like “you’re okay, kaz” and he’d counter with “you’re safe, inej” and they know in each other’s arms it’s all true. with their bodies mesh together they learn it’s comforting to match their breathing patterns so they’d find a synchronous pace that soothes them both. and once he relaxes, she’d finally fold her arms around his back and hold him just as tight. to him it’ll feel like he’s encased in a new type of armor. one that doesn’t conceal his troubles but gives him strength to fight them—and maybe he doesn’t realize until those moments he needs comfort too.