I wish I could see it, but I don’t.
Please, don’t take offense if I unfollow you! I have no choice. I follow 1,310 lovely-ass people and it’s getting out of hand, lol.
[Aww, jeez, man, I wish I could do Adam/Michael, but I’m only on 5x02. I love Adam to death but I don’t even know Michael yet. ;3; I’ve been spoiled like crazy about Cas’ “death,” so here’s some reunion fic.]
The first night is cold.
Dean pulls up at a crappy motel, staring forward, refusing to acknowledge the sudden extra weight in the backseat. Cold blue eyes are drilling holes in the back of his head. Fourteen months have passed since that presence walked out, fourteen months through which he’s been empty and miserable. Well, as if he wasn’t resigned to that already.
He hears the bang! of the passenger seat door, then a more careful closing behind him. It takes a little longer for Dean to gather himself and follow the swishy trenchcoat inside. A few sleepless hours later, though, he’s crept out and reunited with his loving vehicle, still awake as ever in the backseat.
That familiar flutter. The one he thought he’d never hear again.
“What is it, Cas?”
“I need to apologize.”
“Then get inside already, it’s cold as hell.”
Castiel does as he’s told and closes the door behind him. After all the silence of the last few hours, the slightest whisper of moving fabric seemed deafening. Intrusive, almost, but the truth was Dean appreciated the other’s presence a bit more than he’d like to.
“So, I bet you’ve got some sorta long-ass rehearsed speech, huh?” Dean started. The other simply stared, with that same silent submission he knew. “I’ll let you get to it, but forgive me if I’m not convinced.”
A few moments passed like this: both staring, words hesitating on their departure from Castiel’s mouth, Dean urging the other on. Then, in a swift, panicked move, the angel’s lips struck the hunter’s.
They both pulled slowly away after the brief exchange. Eyes wide, Castiel offered a small “I’m sorry.”
“You’d better be,” smiled Dean, lunging for another kiss.
The first night is cold, but they bear it together.