“Um. Guys. There’s a group of demons outside,” Sam said, peering out the small window before ducking back down.
“Will you marry me?” you repeated, keeping your eyes only on Dean.i
“This actually may not be the best time, Y/N,” Dean said. You smiled at the incredulity on his face, at the way you always seemed to be the only one who could still surprise him.
“Yeah. They know we’re in here. We need to move,” Sam said, taking another quick peek.
“So what’s your answer?” you asked, giving Dean a grin. He shook his head, crossing over to you.
“My answer is that we’re going to talk about this when we make it out of here.”
“Scratch that. There are two groups of demons,” Sam’s voice cut through.
“If we make it out of here,” Dean amended with a small shrug, running a hand down your arm. You shared a look, laughed quiet, didn’t break away from his green eyes on you.
“Guys, we have to move!” Sam said, and there was nothing left in his voice now but urgency. You started to step away, but Dean gripped your arm gently.
“If we do make it out of this craphole, you can bet your ass that little talk of ours is going to start with me saying ‘hell yes’,” he told you, and pulled you in for a kiss before taking your hand; and together, you ran.
Okay but I imagine that when Edge goes back to Underfell, he’s secretly miffed that Sci gave him all these dumb feelings. Like “Thanks a lot, Nerd. Now I can’t go ten minutes without thinking about you and your dumb face. All I want to do is cuddle you, and it’s a real pain in the ass. I have THINGS TO DO! Who gave you the right?! This is FUCKED UP! WE’RE THE SAME PERSON! BUT THEN YOU HAD TO GO AND BE CUTE. WHY?!”
Dean downloading snapchat onto his phone and onto Cas’, because “maybe if I can see your dumb face, you won’t need to use those damn emoticons”.
Cas sending Dean snaps of everything. His book, his tea, his food, the shower being turned on, the puddle of his PJ’s on the floor, his own reflection in the mirror, his feet (so, so many snaps of his feet, in various sock combinations). Dean mostly replying with snaps of the road, text overlaid, normally something like yeah, Cas, those socks look pretty neat too.
Dean replying once with a picture of his own face, smiling into the sunlight. Cas taking a screenshot immediately, and earning himself a sharp text.
> Hey, that’s cheating.
> What? I won’t show anyone else.
> … fine.
Cas taking a screenshot every time Dean sends him a picture of his face, and Dean thinking nothing of it - in the back of his mind, he’s assuming that Cas probably deletes them after a day or two - until the day he catches Cas staring down at his phone with a soft, happy expression on his face.
Dean saying, “Who’s got you smiling?”, trying not to sound envious.
Cas blinking up at him - and then turning his phone screen around so that Dean can see his own face, a snap he sent weeks ago. “You,” he says.
Next time Dean sends a snap, there’s not so much text overlaid. Just a single red heart, that Cas can keep forever.