Dear Castiel,

Originally posted by ashleymalfoy

Every moment you’ve been here…

Originally posted by magnificent-winged-beast

Every laughable moment…

Originally posted by wolfluvet58

Every melting moment…

Originally posted by idedicatethisblogtodestiel

Every adorable moment…

Originally posted by faramaiofnerdwoodforest

Has taken hold of everyone here.

Originally posted by idedicatethisblogtodestiel

Even though we’ve lost you so many times…

Originally posted by free-to-be-no-one-but-mee

You always found a way back…

Originally posted by iwatchthepie

We never thought…

Originally posted by faramaiofnerdwoodforest

You would go out…

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Like this…

Originally posted by weallneedcastiel

But still we count the days for your return…

Originally posted by deztiel

Even if they never come…

Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector

Because we know in our hearts…

Originally posted by subcas

You will always find a way home

Pairing: Dean/Cas
Length: 2.5k
Tags: Fluff, Mild Angst, Pining, First Kiss, Canon Divergent
 
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A special thank you to @braezenkitty for being my awesome beta <3

“You just gotta get laid,” Dean said, reseating the burger beside the pile of fries on his plate, this time with a big bite missing. “Or a decent kiss, at least.”

He crumbled a napkin between greasy fingers, tossed it to the middle of the table. Shoved his shirtsleeves up one more time as he tucked his black fed tie under the table ledge and away from the plate. “It’d loosen you up, buddy. And maybe you’d quit tryna live vicariously through horny eighteen-year-olds.”

This was because of the door-to-door canvas. The couple at the park who’d been all over each other, that Castiel hadn’t been able to stop looking at—even after the old, blue-haired lady at 512 Bakersfield Court had made a comment. “Your partner likes to stare…” like she’d never in her seventy-five years of life seen someone curious about such a thing.

If only that was the first time I heard it, too,” Dean’d smiled back from her stoop, the sharp sun cooking them both in the stuffy Tennessee heat. A marked jab to Cas’ ribs, and a walk to the nearest pub later, and Dean was bringing it up again, because, of course he was. Why talk about the case?

“I only glanced at the couple in the park,” Cas sighed. “It’s not a recurring issue. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Dean laughed, lipped his beer bottle, and took a stout drink. “Sure,” he said. “Glanced at them. Glanced at those girls holding hands last week—though, I’ll give ya that one. I gave ‘em a couple once-overs too.”

“Dean—”

“Point is, it ain’t the first time, and you’re a damn liar.”

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