Jack had exited Hockey Robot Mode just long enough to see and appreciate it. He smiled, then immediately returned to the game as the swish, swish, swish of his blades on the ice got him back into the groove.
Afterward, with a sweet 4-0 win over Colgate, Jack promised himself he’d say something to Bitty about it. He was the captain, after all.
Would he go with “Bits, you’ve grown so much as a player! Keep going at it.”
Or maybe, “You’re a great asset to my line, and the team.”
Would, “That play was a beaut, Bitty!” be too forward?
Bitty walked by, fresh from the shower with a towel slung low on his hips. Jack could smell his soap, and practically feel the warmth radiating off his body.
Jack’s thoughts instantly disintegrated as he sat at the bench, fumbling with his sock, trying to look casual; trying not to stare at Bitty’s damp chest, at the way his wet hair curled against his forehead, and the droplets that ran down his neck and the slope of his back, and Crisse…
Wait? What was he going to say again?
That every moment they are near each other, Jack just wants to reach out and pull Bitty into his body? That he wonders what Bitty tastes like first thing in the morning when the vestiges of sleep still cling to his beautiful face? That he wants to spend an entire day in bed with him feeding him pie, and plying him with soft wet kisses? That he can only imagine what the sounds of Bitty’s quiet laughter and sighs in his ear must sound like.
Bitty sits on the bench and runs his fingers through his wet hair, closing his eyes in the process.
At that point, all Jack can come up with is, “Good pass, Bittle.”
Something Every High School/College Senior Should Hear.
Congratulations! Today is your day. You’re off to Great Places! You’re off and away!
You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.
You’ll look up and down streets. Look ‘em over with care. About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.” With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet, you’re too smart to go down any not-so-good street.
And you may not find any you’ll want to go down. In that case, of course, you’ll head straight out of town.
It’s opener there in the wide open air.
Out there things can happen and frequently do to people as brainy and footsy as you.
And then things start to happen, don’t worry. Don’t stew. Just go right along. You’ll start happening too.
OH! THE PLACES YOU’LL GO!
You’ll be on y our way up! You’ll be seeing great sights! You’ll join the high fliers who soar to high heights.
You won’t lag behind, because you’ll have the speed. You’ll pass the whole gang and you’ll soon take the lead. Wherever you fly, you’ll be best of the best. Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.
Except when you don’t. Because, sometimes, you won’t.
I’m sorry to say so but, sadly, it’s true that Bang-ups and Hang-ups can happen to you.
You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch. And your gang will fly on. You’ll be left in a Lurch.
You’ll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump. And the chances are, then, that you’ll be in a Slump.
And when you’re in a Slump, you’re not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done.
You will come to a place where the streets are not marked. Some windows are lighted. But mostly they’re darked. A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin! Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in? How much can you lose? How much can you win?
And IF you go in, should you turn left or right… or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite? Or go around back and sneak in from behind? Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find, for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.
You can get so confused that you’ll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles cross weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place. The Waiting Place…
…for people just waiting. Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or the waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for the wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting.
NO! That’s not for you!
Somehow you’ll escape all that waiting and staying You’ll find the bright places where Boom Bands are playing.
With banner flip-flapping, once more you’ll ride high! Ready for anything under the sky. Ready because you’re that kind of a guy!
Oh, the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done! There are points to be scored. There are games to be won. And the magical things you can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all. Fame! You’ll be as famous as famous can be, with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.
Except when they don’t Because, sometimes they won’t.
I’m afraid that some times you’ll play lonely games too. Games you can’t win 'cause you’ll play against you.
All Alone! Whether you like it or not, Alone will be something you’ll be quite a lot.
And when you’re alone, there’s a very good chance you’ll meet things that scare you right out of your pants. There are some, down the road between hither and yon, that can scare you so much you won’t want to go on.
But on you will go though the weather be foul. On you will go though your enemies prowl. On you will go though the Hakken-Kraks howl. Onward up many a frightening creek, though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak.
On and on you will hike, And I know you’ll hike far and face up to your problems whatever they are.
You’ll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You’ll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that Life’s a Great Balancing Act. Just never foget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left.
And will you succeed? Yes! You will, indeed! (98 and ¾ percent guaranteed.)
KID, YOU’LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!
So… be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea, You’re off the Great Places! Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So…get on your way!
BTS Reaction: Them finding out that they’re your first boyfriend even though you were very popular in HS and got proposed many times(request)
Hi everyone! I’m Admin Cloud and I’m a new admin to Nothing-but-kpop-dreams. I’m sorry that this took so long to write this is also my very first reaction. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Rap Monster / Kim Namjoon - You were at home cleaning up your closet and Namjoon decided to come over to help. Your room was a complete mess when he came over. There were clothes everywhere and it took you a bit of time to answer the door.
“Took you long enough” He chuckled walking into your small apartment.
“Sorry.” You apologize.
Leading him into your room, he laughs out loud at how messy your room was. Although it may sound embarrassing, it didn’t bother you at all since you’ve already seen how messy his room can get. Rolling your eyes, you go back into your closet taking out more clothes that either didn’t fit you or didn’t suit your liking. Looking up, you see one last box at the top of your closet. Curiously, you tippy toe up and reach for it, you hands barely grazing the side of the box. You jump up a little and still couldn’t reach it. You turn around lips pursed together as you look at Namjoon with pleading eyes. He laughs before walking over and grabbing the box for you.
“Geez, What’s in here? Rocks?” He asks as he sets the heavy box on the floor.
“Hmm, let’s find out” You reply, sitting down on the floor and opening the big box.
Your eyes widen as you realize that it’s a box full of your old high school things. Namjoon sits down next to you grabbing your senior yearbook.
“Oh wow I haven’t looked at this in so long” You thought out loud, as Namjoon flips through the pages.
You recall memories you had in high school to Namjoon, mostly about old friends and teachers. Suddenly he turns to the sports and clubs section of the yearbook and notices you in almost all the clubs and sports.
“Wow. Cheer captain?” He marveled.
“I’m guessing you were really popular back then. How many guys did you date?” he asks curiously.
“None.” you smile.
“Wait. How many exes have you had?”
“So–I’m your first boyfriend?”
“Yes. Namjoon. You are my first boyfriend”
He chuckles to himself as he wraps an arm around you and kisses you on the cheek.
“So looks like the nerdy guy gets the beautiful cheerleader in the end”
Jin / Kim Seokjin - You are a famous idol part of a rising girl group from a small company almost unheard of. After the release of your debut song, your group gained so many new fans that you felt the need to do a vlive to interact with your fans. A few months before, as trainees, your group got the chance to meet BTS. Giving you guys encouraging advice on your upcoming debut, at the time, you’ve gotten close with Jin. The connection you two had, was indescribable. Soon after, you and Jin started a relationship, that only grew stronger as the days turn into months. When he publicly announced your relationship, the backlash was almost unbearable, making your company second guess the group’s debut date. Luckily another scandal bigger than your relationship with Jin sprouted making everyone turn away from your relationship to focus on other news. When your group debuted the song, it was almost as if all the hate turned into love, as your groups follower count gained more and more.
So here you are sitting in front of your iPhone camera, and answering questions being sent in from your fans.
“Hello everyone! Thanks for joining me today while I eat my dinner” You say into the camera, pulling out a bowl of jajangmyeon.
Putting some of the noodles into your mouth, you keep an eye on the live comments as people commented on how cute you looked. You smiled with cheeks filled.
“I’ll be answering questions now, so send in your questions!” You announce as you stuff your mouth with more noodles. Reading some of the comments, you notice a bunch of “Will you marry me’s” and “I love you’s”.
Smiling, you put up a heart, “I love you too!” you say.
Going through as many questions as you can do, one comment sticks out to you.
“Is Jin the most handsome boyfriend you’ve ever had?”
You smile widely, blushing at the thought of your boyfriend.
“Of course he’s the most handsome boyfriend I’ve ever had, because he’s the only one I’ve ever had”
The comment section over-flooded with cute reactions. Mostly fans fangirling about your relationship. Suddenly, Seoyeon (One of your group members) rushes into your room hold up her phone to your face.
“Yah! Y/n, Sunbaenim’s on the phone!” She exclaims handing you her phone.
Taking the phone from her, you put the phone on speaker, getting closer to the camera.
“Yah! Jagi, Of course I’d be your first boyfriend! You were waiting for someone as handsome as me to claim as your first.”
Suga / Min Yoongi - Late nights with Yoongi was a typical thing for the both of you. You thought instead of parting Yoongi away from his music, maybe you should just join him at the studio. After the first couple of nights, it became a routine, for you to go to Yoongi’s studio right after work. One night after work you picked up some coffee for the both of you and immediately went straight to the studio. Walking into the room, Yoongi spins around on his chair facing you.
“Were you expecting coffee? Cuz I originally wanted to surprise you with this.” You laugh lifting up the cardboard tray.
“No,” he started “I just needed you”
Smiling, you place the coffee on the side table and walk over to Yoongi giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.
“I need your help with something” Yoongi said with a soft smile.
“What do you need help with?” You ask curiously.
“I’m stuck with this one song I’m working on. It’s about a break up, and I feel like there isn’t enough emotion in it.”
“When you and your ex broke up, how did it feel? Did you feel any kind of hurt? Was the hurt painful?” He asked
“Oh,” you say shyly “Uhm, I’ve never had a break up”
“I should’ve expected that you were the heart breaker” He sighs chuckling.
You start to blush at his assumption.
“No… uhm I’ve never been through a break up,” you stated “ever.”
Yoongi’s eyes widen in shock.
“So that means?”
“You’re my first boyfriend.” You smile shyly, as you pull on the sleeves of your hoodie
“Wha– How? You’re one of he most beautiful girl’s I’ve ever met. Other guys must’ve fawned over you”
“Well…Maybe I didn’t like the other guys”
J-Hope / Jung Hoseok - It was one of those days where you and Hobi would stay at home and do absolutely nothing. You and Hoseok were sitting on the couch watching TV when your phone started to ring. You get up from Hoseok’s side and walk over to the counter to reach your phone. Looking at the number, you tilt your head to the side, not knowing who it was. Answering the facetime call, you see your old friend Doyoon pop up on the screen. You scream in excitement, frightening Hoseok in the process.
“Doyoon! It’s been forever!!” You exclaim
“I missed you too Y/n” he replies smiling at you.
After hearing a deep voice reply, Hoseok rushes over to your side curious to see who you were talking to. Engulfed in your conversation, you didn’t notice Hobi walking toward you, until he wraps his arms around your waist.
“Oh! Hobi, This is my old friend Doyoon” You say showing Hoseok the screen.
“Is this your boyfriend?” He asks
You nod, smiling.
“Y/n and I have been friends since we were in high school. You should’ve seen how the guys worshiped her, she got asked out left and right,” he laughed “Even I asked her out!”
You feel Hoseok tighten behind you.
“But she always rejected everyone! You’re a lucky man” He laughed
You smile as he loosens up. Hoseok lets go of your waist and goes to the kitchen to grab something to drink. You and Doyoon continue to talk, as Hoseok listens quietly.
“You’re modeling now! I saw your photos in a magazine not too long ago!”
“Yeah I’m living the dream! Anyways I have to go, my manager’s calling. I’ll talk to you soon boo-boo”
As you end the call, you see Hoseok leaning against the counter looking down at his drink. You walk around and stand behind Hobi, wrapping your arms around him.
“What’s wrong?” You ask, leaning your head against his back.
“I don’t understand why you picked me for your first boyfriend” He sighs
“Why would you say something like that?” You questioned, frowning as you let go to face him.
“Your friend. He’s a model.”
“Hoseok, I couldn’t date him even if I wanted to. Besides I don’t want to be with him, I want to be with you”
“Y/n you are so beautiful, it’s a miracle that you actually said yes to me. Why wouldn’t you want to be with someone who’s as good looking as you are, like Doyoon?”
You roll your eyes.
“Because he’s gay.”
Hoseok’s cheeks burn red as walks over and hugs you burying his face in your shoulder as he laughs in embarrassment.
“I love you too Hobi” You laugh.
Park Jimin - After visiting your home town, You and Jimin were on the train heading back to Seoul. While you were there, Jimin learned more about your childhood and where you grew up. The second you stepped off the train, you bumped into many of your old classmates, who revealed to Jimin your soaring popularity in high school. Upon hearing this, Jimin was shocked to find out that he was your first boyfriend and questioned how lucky he was to have such a beautiful girlfriend like you. Here you both were sitting side by side on the train back home enjoying the last few hours you had together before going back to the busy city and back to the busy schedules of reality.
Suddenly a random man probably a couple of years younger than you appears by your side, smiling widely. You shift uncomfortably in your seat.
“uh…” You say awkwardly
The guy gasps. You notice his ears starting to get redder and redder by the second.
“You look just like a fairyyy,” he started “Will you marry me?”
Your eyes widen in embarrassment.
“Oh…Uhm I’m sorry, I don’t know who you are” You say in the most polite way you can.
“Oh gosh. You actually said something to me”
Almost immediately, someone you assumed was his friend, pulls him away apologizing as they walk in the other direction. You quickly turn to Jimin. Your face heated.
“Did that just happen?” You ask confused.
“Trust me, I can’t believe you’re talking to me either” he laughs.
V / Kim Taehyung - It was midnight. You and Tae have yet to fall asleep so here you both were sitting cross legged in front of each other on your bed. You two started off talking about your day at work, but soon after that you talked about almost everything. As soon as you started a new topic about politics, Taehyung groaned falling over to his side and laying on your bed. He takes one of your pillows and props his arm on it, leaning his head on his hand.
“I don’t wanna talk about politics, that’s what old people talk about.” He whined
He sits up again, scooting even closer to you.
“Let’s play 21 questions” he suggests.
“Tae,” You laugh “You already know everything about me”
“Fine” You sigh in defeat. “You first”
“Hmm,” He chirped “If you could have any name besides your own what would it be?”
“Uhm…maybe (whatever name you like) because I like the way it sounds” You replied
He smiles, nodding his head.
“Your turn” he says.
“What is something you want to improve on?”
“I want to improve on my drawing” He smiles.
You’ve seen some of his drawings and it always impresses you. How talented this man is, you never understood.
“How many boyfriends have you had?”
“One.” You reply casually.
“I know you were popular in high school! How can you have had only one boyfriend?”
Your cheeks burned a rose color, as you played with your hair.
“I didn’t date anyone in high school”
Taehyung’s eyes widened.
“You’re my first one” you say hiding your face.
“Jagiyaaaaa” He says hugging you tightly, kissing the top of your head. “Why didn’t you tell me??”
“You didn’t ask” You laugh.
Jeon Jungkook - It was a nice day out. You and Jungkook decided to go out on a walk around the nearby park. Enjoying each other’s company, you two walked in silence. Hand in hand, you lean your head on his shoulder when you hear someone calling your name.
Looking up you see a girl around the same age as you running up to you two. You smile politely at her, not knowing who she is. Jungkook looks at you confusingly as you shrug at him, confused as well.
“Y/N!,” The girl exclaims “Hi! It’s been so long”
“Hi” You reply politely with a hint of awkward.
“It’s me! Jihyun, we were both on the cheerleading team in high school”
Your eyes widen as you remember Jihyun, she was one of the cheerleaders you were acquaintances with in high school.
“Jihyun! You look gorgeous! How have you been?” you say.
“I’ve been good!” she smiles, and glances over to Jungkook. Her eyes widen.
“Is this your boyfriend?”
You smile widely at Jungkook, as he pulls you to his side.
“Yes,” you giggle “He is.”
“Oh my gosh! I wish you were in the same high school as y/n and I,” Jihyun starts “She was soooo popular. Almost all the boys asked her out. She even got proposed to”
You feel Jungkook shift uncomfortably next to you.
“How did you get y/n to say yes?” She asked
“Huh?” Jungkook asked confused.
“Yeah! y/n would reject guys left and right.,” she beamed “She even rejected the most popular guy in school”
You look down, shyly as you feel the heat rushing up to your cheeks. Jihyun’s phone buzzes. She looks down at her phone and her eyes widen.
“Oh, It looks like I gotta go,” she apologizes “I hope we could meet up again y/n it was nice running into you.”
Jihyun walks the other way, waving as she left. Suddenly you turn to Jungkook with blushed cheeks. He looks at you adoringly, as his smile grows wider.
“Why didn’t you tell me that I’m your first boyfriend?” He asks.
“You never asked.” You reply laughing.
“So I guess that I’m better than the most popular guy at school”
Characters:Youtuber!Stiles, Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Reader.
Trying something new! It’s kinda short but it’s just for a test run.
“Hey, guys! Stiles here! Today I’m out in LA for Vidcon! I hope to meet some of you guys here, I posted my schedule in the description.” The boy on the screen points down.
You were going to Vidcon today too, to meet the boy you’ve watched since YouTube first started. You’ve grown with him, and as weird as it sounds you feel like he’s one of your best friends.
You get dressed and open the video back up to screenshot his schedule.
The video resumes from the spot you left it last time. “Derek here is coming with me. Isn’t that right, Derek?” He looks at the older boy. Derek looks at him somewhat annoyed and looks to the camera nodding. “Scott should be around here somewhere?” Stiles says, looking around.
You smile, watching him look around. He was cute, you couldn’t deny that but there was something there. Something sort of ominous.
You’re in line with your ticket, looking around nervously. You should’ve come with a friend. You sigh and run a hand through your hair. You spot a head of dark hair and get up on your tiptoes. Your eyes widen. “Scott?” You yell and he whips around. You wave him over and he smiles.
“Do I know you?”
You shake your head. “No, I just wanted a picture.”
“A picture? With me?” He asks and you nod. He leans in and the two of you get a selfie.
“Who are you here to see?” He asks.
“Honestly, just Stiles.” You shrug and he laughs.
“Well, Derek and I will be walking around with him so I should see you again.”
You wave as he turns to leave. “Thanks for the picture!”
You finally get inside and you immediate go to look for Stiles. It’s almost impossible to find him with all of the crowds. You’re just about to give up when you head outside when you spot him.
You walk over and smile up at him.
“I was just thinking I wouldn’t see you again!” Scott laughs. “I never caught your name?”
“Oh, it’s Y/N. Nice to formally meet you.” He smiles and you shake hands.
Stiles watches the two of you talk. “Well, Y/N, wanna be in the vlog?”
You nod. “Hell yeah!”
He laughs and turns the camera on, showing you and him. “I met Y/N here at Vidcon! Say hi, Y/N.”
You throw up a peace smile and grin. “Hi, vlog!”
He turns the camera off and looks at you.
“Do you think it’s possible to get a picture?” You ask sweetly.
“Of course!” He laughs and you two take a picture. “You can stick around with us if you want.” Stiles points between him, Scott, and Derek and you nod.
“I’d love that.” You move over to Derek and get up on your tiptoes to try and reach his ear. He leans over to help you. “Picture?” You grin and he laughs. You broke Derek Hale. You’ve seen him on Stiles’ channel for years and he’s never smiled.
He leans down to reach your height and the two of you take a picture.
“We’re going to go grab lunch…wanna come?” Stiles asks and you nod. “Let’s go then.” You walk behind him and he waves you in between him and Scott.
“So, how long have you been watching my channel?” He asks and you shrug.
“Since you started.”
His eyes widen and he throws his arms up spastically. You catch Derek roll his eyes. “That’s frickin’ amazing! Kind of embarrassing but amazing!” You laugh and he wraps an arm around your shoulders. “How old are you?”
“Oh, I’m a senior…17”
“Me too…but you probably knew that.” He facepalms and you giggle at his cuteness.
“I get watching YouTube and stuff, but why me? I have no specific theme.” He raises an eyebrow.
“I uh…you know I love the skits you do, also the gaming part’s pretty great too.”
“Let me get your opinion then.” He says. “Facecam for gaming or no?”
You nod kind of aggressively. “Facecam. You’re too expressive not to have a facecam.”
Scott laughs. “I told you.”
Stiles waves him off and laughs. “I wanted someone who watched to tell me.”
“So, Y/N.” He pats your shoulder, his arm still around you. “Want to film a video with me?”
Sterek fic inspired by the last minute or so of this ridiculous video (it has subtitles if you wanna watch it).
Of course the first time Stiles sees Derek Hale since high school just has to be on the day he’s finally gotten Lydia from Marketing to agree to go out with him. That’s how the universe works, apparently, always giving Stiles the shittiest luck.
They’re at the Beacon Hills Museum, because he thought that would be something she’d like and it’s definitely something he likes, only it’s looking like he thought wrong. In fact, he’s pretty sure she’s covertly reading an ebook on her phone while Stiles is geeking out over the exhibits.
It happens when Stiles has finally given up on the museum part of this date and taken Lydia downstairs to the food court. She’s just declared that on her diet she can’t eat anything on this menu, and Stiles has just seen his chances of landing a second date dropping dangerously close to zero, and that’s when he looks over and spots Derek standing a few feet away, arm in arm with a hot girl, all dimples and glossy brunette curls and a jawline sharp enough to rival Derek’s.
Of course Derek would have a hot girlfriend while Stiles is utterly failing at the first date he’s been on in six months, and of course Derek would happen to show up here and rub it in Stiles’ face. Of course.
disclaimer: i do not own supernatural or any of its characters, only the plot in which i write in.
Dean walked into the room, shrugging off a layer of many from his attire and throwing it aside onto the bed next him.
He stopped when he saw none other than Castiel sitting on the edge of said bed, head buried into his hands. He could barely make it out, but the Winchester swore he could hear shuddering breaths coming from the ex-angel, and it only confirmed his suspicions more when he saw the light trembling of shoulders with each and every stuttered breath.
Dean couldn’t help but to let his ever permanent frown deepen at that. Cas didn’t cry. Never in his entire time of knowing the man did he ever shed a damn tear or let on that he wanted to.
Although, he was human now, so it was probably opening up a lot of flood gates for him what with being able to feel the immense emotions wash over him completely. Being an angel had its perks he supposed, he’d give anything to be able to shove his emotions back down inside of him unless he wanted to feel them. Castiel couldn’t do that now, however, and Dean could only imagine what the hell Cas could be feeling right now.
In all of his millenia of existence, he’d probably gone through way more than what he’d merely gone through with the Winchester’s, but it was still a lot to take in, and this life probably only made it worse. Dean knew that of course. The hunters life sucked, any hunter could tell you that from the get go.
Yet, he couldn’t think of how in the actual hell he was supposed to comfort somebody without making it worse. Let alone a damn person that used to be an angel. That’s all Dean was usually good for when it came to support and advice. He’d fuck it up somehow, he knew.
Ah, fuck it. Better something than nothing at all, right?
Hesitantly, Dean took a few short strides across the room to where Castiel sat, taking a seat next to him and leaning his elbows on his knees to keep himself propped up as he kept on praying Cas didn’t move his hands away from his face; not wantng to see the distraught expression that he might find on his boyfriend’s face. He didn’t know if he would be able to handle that much.
“You alright, Cas?”
He got nothing in response but a frantic head shake, indicating that, no, he was most definitely not fine, but still refusing to tear his hands away from his face. Dean felt selfish for being grateful about that.
“Wanna talk about it?”
Okay, damn, what else was he supposed to do then?
“…Can I hug you?”
Dean Winchester didn’t do chick flick moments, that was very well known, but hugging didn’t count. Absolutely not.
There was a few seconds of silence before Cas shook his head ‘yes’, both of them moving at that to go in for a hug.
For a moment, Dean saw Cas’ face, where he had removed his hands, which was adorned with tears. His eyes looked to be bloodshot and swollen from crying, some parts of his face both pale and patched red.
Sighing, Dean scooted back farther onto the bed and motioned for Cas to come closer to him, manuvering them both until the ex-angel was sat beside him, legs draped across Dean’s before he nestled his face into the crook of the human’s neck. His arms wrapped around Dean unsurely, but was quickly reassured when Dean tugged him closer into his side and put his own arms around Cas.
Neither of the two men said a word after that, settling for the silence that blanketed the both of them in the room, aside from the occasional sniffle or shaky breathing coming from Cas.
Eventually, though, Dean found the silence nearly unbearable, and pressed a kiss to the crown of Castiel’s head before making Cas get up off of him so he could stand and make a beeline to his phone.
For once, he was glad that Sam had given him a speaker to plug his phone into, it made it a lot easier to do things like this.
Fishing his phone out of his pocket, he went straight to his music app and scrolled through the several songs he’d downloaded until he finally settled on one, hooking it up to the speaker that rested on his nightand beside the bed.
Cas didn’t look up until he heard the beginning of the song started playing through the speakers.
Dean walked back over to his boyfriend– if he could even call him that? he didn’t know what else to call it– and reached a hand out once he stopped in front of him, offering it to Cas. Fuck his “no chick flick moments” rule for now. Neither of them would mention this to another damn soul, probably not even each other, so what did it really matter, especially if this helped?
When the other didn’t catch on to what Dean was asking, looking up from the outstretched hand to green eyes that practically glowed in the dimly lit room, Dean spoke up once more.
“I, uh… Dance with me?” He asked tenatively, afraid that this was the wrong time for this and Cas would turn down his only means of how to comfort the ones he cared about.
This was the most calming thing he could think of (aside from quietoy singing), so, why not try it with one of the people he cared about most?
Cas looked a bit upset at that. Shit, maybe this wasn’t the right time after all. Maybe he had definitely messed it all up now and—
“I’m not sure how I should go about dancing. I’ve never really danced before, Dean.”
Internally sighing in relief, Dean let a small smile tug up at his lips, a look of understanding coming over his face.
“That’s alright, man, we won’t do anything too hard. Just do what I do. ’S that easy to catch onto, trust me.”
Castiel slowly reached out to take Dean’s hand in his own, rising to his feet when he felt Dean pull at his hands a bit. He followed after Dean as the man took a few steps back, placing the both of them a good distance from everything around them except each other.
As the first words began to be said throughout the speaker, Dean started to gently guide Cas’ hands up around him to where his elbows rested easily on his shoulders and so his hands could lock behind his neck before placing his own hands on Cas’ hips. He merely started swaying them back and forth after he’d gotten them both adjusted comfortably in their position.
“So close no matter how far
Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters.”
Dean mouthed silently to the words as the two men continued to gently sway side and side together, the tenseness started to ease out of the both of of their bodies as the song carried on.
“Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don’t just say
And nothing else matters.”
Slowly, but surely, Cas eventually ended up closer to Dean after the song was half way through, their bodies pressed against one another as they kept swaying to the song.
Their surroundings disappeared in this moment where it was only about them. The only thing that existed to them in that moment was the soft background and lyrics of the music wafting over them as they danced.
Castiel didn’t hide his face this time. He found it much more appealing to look up into the bright, candy-green eyes that were gazing into his own blue ones.
“So close no matter how far
It couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters.”
Neither of them quit their swaying by the time the music had ended. They still clung to each other, afraid to let go. This was a time that was the most peaceful, to them, the most they had ever had, a time they didn’t have to worry about anything but each other.
But, like all good things, it, of course, had to end. Still, neither broke apart, keeping joined at the hands, nearly clinging, as Dean turned his phone off and guided them back to the bed to lay down. As they lay down, they stayed as close to each other as physically possible, not wanting to ruin the calm serinity that surrounded them.
As they layed down, one of Dean’s arms went under the pillow they shared, his hand on his gun like always. He’d kill anything that thought it was going to bring harm to either of them while they were at such a calm like this. His other arm was around Cas, hand resting at the small of his back.
They fell asleep in each others’ arms like that, separately broken in their own ways, but together.