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JENSEN DANCES ON YOUR FEELS

“you know I think praying is the same as begging”

“praying is the same as begging”

“PRAYING IS THE SAME AS BEGGING”

I PRAYED TO YOU CAS. EVERY NIGHT.

Oops I Destiel’d and gave myself a lot of feels

   The first thing Castiel did when he arrived at the bunker was dig through all the old stuff. Dean watched with his feet propped up on the table and a glass of whiskey in hand as the angel slowly flicked his way through the old record collection. They had played a few of the records since they had settled in, but Castiel was really giving them the once over. After a while, the angel paused with his fingers over one of the records and Dean raised an eyebrow in question.

   Without another word, Castiel slipped the record from its case and moved towards the player. Dean craned his neck to watch, totally not taking in the slim lines of the angel’s waist because he had also cast off his coat and jacket while he dove through all the nostalgia. Castiel dropped the needle down onto the record and straightened up as the first notes of the piano crackled into life. Dean caught the hint of a wistful smile on the angel’s face as he listened. Unforgettable, that’s what you are. Unforgettable, though near or far. Castiel shook his head and smiled a little broader as he slowly loosened off his tie.

   Dean chuckled a little and finished off his whiskey. “Shoulda known this’d be your type of music,” he called over. Castiel rolled his eyes and glanced down at the spinning record before taking a breath and moving over to Dean.

   “I watched the modern world come to life. Watched Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers dance. I always thought that maybe one day… I’d get to take part,” he said quietly, moving closer with each word. Dean rolled his head back to look at the angel, eyebrows raised.

   “An angel that always wanted to dance,” he mused quietly. Castiel snorted gently and shook his head.

    “Angels don’t listen to music, or dance, it’s not in our nature. But… I always wondered,” Castiel said quietly.

   “Yeah, you always were different,” Dean murmured.

   A small smile tugged at Castiel’s lips and then he was offering his hand out to Dean. “Well, I was thinking maybe… we could dance?” Dean let one eyebrow drop and left the other up.

   “I don’t know about you, but I can’t dance,” he replied. Castiel’s smile widened once more and he reached down to grab Dean’s hand and easily drag him to his feet.

   “I watched the best dance, I pick things up pretty quick,” he explained as he laced his fingers with Dean’s, a sensation that wasn’t all that unpleasant, and carefully rested a hand on Dean’s waist.

   Dancing with a dude had maybe not been on the top of Dean’s agenda, he had to admit, but there was an angel just asking for them to dance together, and Dean really couldn’t say no to that. It didn’t help that Castiel’s hands were warm, and sent sparks through his body like they were electric. Dean had no idea where to place his own hands, and so Castiel quickly grabbed Dean’s limp hand and brought it up to rest on his shoulder.

   Dean had never quite realised just how well built Castiel was, or at least his vessel. He felt the muscles roll beneath his palm as Castiel put his hand back on Dean’s waist and they started to move. “Just follow me,” Castiel chuckled lowly at the look of utter confusion on Dean’s face. Dean nodded and bit his lip, starting to move along in time with Castiel’s steps. They swayed and moved slowly in time with the music, Castiel sure-footed and confident like he had been doing it his whole life.

   After a few seconds, Dean started to relax, a half-smile creeping onto his face as they swayed and stepped together. He was so wrapped up in concentrating on his feet that he didn’t notice immediately that Castiel was humming along. It was low, just like his voice, a rumble in his chest that passed through his lips. The angel couldn’t seem to help himself, almost grinning as they moved and he started to sing along. “Unforgettable, in every way, and forever more, that’s how you’ll stay. That’s why darling, it’s incredible, that someone so unforgettable, thinks that I am… unforgettable too,” he sang quietly.

   Dean would deny the shiver that went through his body and the knot that lodged itself in his throat. He was dancing to a love song with an angel, and it wasn’t bad at all. Castiel was enjoying himself. Castiel was happy. For the first time in months he was honestly grinning. Dean stared at Castiel’s face, watched the smile on his lips as he led Dean through the steps and they swayed along together.

   Castiel was watching Dean’s feet, accommodating his clumsy steps, and maybe he was becoming clumsier because he really wasn’t paying attention. Dean Winchester was having an epiphany. As Castiel launched into the final words, Dean was slowly coming to a halt, palms sweating a little. “That’s why darling, it’s incredible, that someone so unforgettable, thinks that I am-”

   “Unforgettable too,” Dean finished quietly, cutting Castiel off and making his gaze snap up to meet Dean’s.

   As the first notes of When I Fall In Love crackled into life, Dean slowly slid his hand down to Castiel’s waist and pulled him in closer. There was no protest from the angel as Dean wrapped his arm around him and gave his hand a gentle squeeze where their fingers were still entwined. Castiel cautiously rested his head on Dean’s shoulder and Dean gently rested his cheek against Castiel’s messy dark hair. Dean could feel the warmth radiating from the body pressed against his own and he closed his eyes as they swayed along slowly, no care for any dance moves. In that moment, Dean realised what he had been missing all along.

   One thing was for sure, Castiel was certainly unforgettable.

just leave me here to die of my feels

#He knew straight away. Straight away.

And sometimes it happened, for a time. That kind of love comes and goes and is hard to remember afterwards, like pain. You would look at the man one day and you would think, I loved you, and the tense would be past, and you would be filled with a sense of wonder, because it was such an amazing and precarious and dumb thing to have done; and you would know too why your friends had been evasive about it, at the time.

— “The Handmaid’s Tale”, Margaret Atwood

artist: myemptybed

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