seven minutes in heaven

[easycompany]

The Rules:
1. Comment with your character name/fandom/prefs in the subject line
2. Comment around, you're now trapped in a closet and must kiss whoever you're trapped with! It can be just a simple kiss on the cheek or something a little...more. It just has to last for at least 7 comments each!
3. You don't have to start right away. Build things up! It's more fun that way.
4. ???????
5. Profit~

 

Stolen lovingly from memebells

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future cas | supernatural

[indecadence]

[arighteousman]

[The door's made from a thick, dense wood, which would explain why he can only hear the most muffled of giggling when he presses his ear to it. There are dozens of chucklefucks right outside, glad their names weren't the ones picked from the hat, but now they're a distant murmurings. It's just him, Cas, and too much booze in both their systems. Otherwise Dean would've never let himself be shoved in here for what he's sure won't end up being the required seven minutes.

Nah. Those assholes? It'll be a half-hour at least. That's his best guess, anyway.]

Looks like we're stuck.

[indecadence]

[ He feels good. Most likely, it's a combination of the alcohol and the warmth of the small space they're in. Maybe Dean being there helps too, but he's not entirely focused on the minor details. He's found a nice place to lean against, dragging a hand through his hair as he looks and listens and considers what to do.

This isn't the worst place they've ever been stuck before. ]

Is that a problem? [ He might be smiling a little. And also drunk. Very drunk. ]

[arighteousman]

[A drunk Castiel is not necessarily a bad Castiel. Dean remembers back when he had to tell him to loosen up when now? Now he might not mind if he found his straight and narrow and stuck to it for a day or more. Instead of feeling like a grown man dealing with a man-shaped toddler, it's become a teenager. Someone who does everything in excess without full consideration or care.

Dean, for the record, is the pot calling the kettle all sorts of nasty words. He may've drank several pints in the last hour alone. He struggles to walk clean lines toward the other. Has to hold himself up with one hand against the wall soon enough.]

Oh no. You do not get to enjoy this, Cas. [Doctor's orders. Dean is the sexy doctor.]

[indecadence]

[ He's perfectly capable of taking care of himself in these types of situations, usually with a bit more finesse than is being demonstrated by Dean as he wobbles in his direction. If his tongue had been looser, he might have commented on the fact. Instead, Castiel grins and leans forward so they're a bit closer.

There's not so much tightly wound morals and perceptions to adhere to, liking the flexibility liquor gives his mind and body. It doesn't care to wade through whatever agonizing rhetorical problems they may face once leaving the closet. ]

I'm not. [ A lie, of course. He decides now is the perfect time to squeeze Dean's shoulder; overly affectionate hasn't quite hit him just yet. ] I was only thinking that the situation could be, uhm, less favorable than it is now.

[arighteousman]

[Dean's had enough experience with the bottle; he knows how to control his liquor intake to keep himself numb rather than trashed. Tonight was a concentrated effort on a few people's parts to make him bypass that barrier, and here he is. On the other side. Cornering Castiel in a closet without meaning to corner. There's no predatory loom, no slamming of body to body. There's simply a lot of space and then very little because this is seven minutes in heaven and Castiel is touching him.

And he has very enchanting eyes. Incandescent eyes which-- even Dean doesn't know how Dean knows that word. Oh right. He used to read.

He should tell Castiel. Share everything with him, but how about not.]

Uh huh. This is the most favorable for you. Like you wanna be hogtied with any of those... [Schmucks? This is no time for casual Yiddish. Losers? Too soft. Bastards? Close. He'll think on it.]

[indecadence]

Would you prefer someone else?

[ Some part of him thinks it's a marginally stupid question. He likes to think he can read Dean well enough to know what it is he enjoys or doesn't, who he would rather have in this closet over him. Castiel isn't so sure a drunk fallen angel qualifies, but it's not as if there would be ready admittance to what's happening here. What stays in the closet stays in the closet, he supposes.

His fingers idly stroke the line of Dean's shoulder and follow a path to his neck, across to his Adam's apple and down to his collarbone without breaking eye contact. ] Or we could stand here quietly. I doubt they'd notice the difference.

[ Because the door is thick, and the people beyond it have far too short an attention span to probably remember who they'd locked in here anyway. There's a tilt of his head, still watching him and waiting for an answer. ]

Re: future cas | supernatural

[imminent]

[ somehow anna is not even surprised this happened, that castiel would suggest some game that middle schoolers play. but anna'll play along because, hey, why not? the world's upside down and things are always so heavy, why not have some light-hearted-ness where you can get it.

although, just by instinct, she moves to try the door. after years of fighting what feels like the whole world, after years without her grace to help her, she needs to know her exit is clear. and apparently it's not.]

Very funny, Castiel.

[indecadence]

[ It's not as if he's actually forced her to join him there, though, by the way she checks the door, the tension isn't entirely necessary either. They're safe here. Nothing is going to get them. For now.

Castiel lets out a breath, moving close behind her so that his hand rests on hers. Eases her fingers away from it. ]

It's meant to be. Just relax. [ And maybe he squeezes her wrist. ]

[imminent]

[ Anna isn't as tense as she usually is, mostly because they're back at camp and she's had a shot or three. She glances back at him, rolling her eyes at his phrasing, affectionately. Whatever tension that was between them when this all started is gone, it seems unimportant now.]

I was just checking.. Just in case. [ She doesn't pull away from him or anything but she does let her hand drop from the door.]

[indecadence]

[ He smiles at her gently, not so much releasing her hand as he does initiate more contact. There's something different about this particular closeness that seems...easier. At least he doesn't have to pretend with her, and Castiel thinks, maybe, that makes all the difference.

Cupping her face, he traces the curve of her cheek with his thumb. He's probably not nearly as drunk as he feels, but it hardly matters. ]

There are ways to get out if we need to. [ He meets her eyes. ] Don't you know how to play this, uhm, particular game?

[imminent]

[ Her eyes meet with his, her voice quiet, reminiscent of the sweet tones it used to take when things were different, when the world wasn't dying all around them.] I was raised as the daughter of a minister. I didn't go through my 'rebellious stage' until high school. [ Now, they both know she's had even more rebellious stages in her life, against a much more powerful Father.]

I've never played it, only seen it played a few times.

[indecadence]

[ He follows the path of his thumb along her skin, and admittedly, this seems like horrible idea. He's had many, and yet, this seems extreme somehow. Castiel respects her on a completely different scale than the others he's been with, but there's that pull drawing him close to her. Always closer. Maybe it's the last pieces of their grace trying to find solace. His smile, now, is small, and he tips her chin up. ]

It's simple. [ Not much prompting beyond that, and he leans to kiss her. ]

[imminent]

[ She knows how to play this game, although she's not being coy when she says she's never actually played it. But she's watched enough humans to know what it is. And yet, she's still a bit surprised when Castiel's lips press to hers, eyebrows lifting sky high for a moment. Her hands move to his arms for a moment as she decides if she should push him away or kiss him.

And for a moment, she lets herself kiss him back, tentatively.]

[indecadence]

[ His own hands slide from her face and settle against her shoulders, one pressing to the back of her neck. Castiel doesn't find this sort of intimacy strange; it's a light kiss, mostly just a press of closed lips. He bumps his nose against hers lightly, humming in an attempt to suppress the urge to laugh. ]

Is this rebellious enough, Anna? [ A kiss to the corner of her mouth. ] Or would you like to try more?

thanks spam

[imminent]

[ She feels her own lips curving up into a sort of smile. It's hard to find things to smile about but this feels like something she can smile about. After all, it's just a bit of a fun, there's no harm in it, is there?]

I don't know... [ she replies playfully although she honestly doesn't know.]

no worries! sorry for the delay

[indecadence]

[ None that he can think of, or comment on. Besides, what harm could it do to indulge just a little? It's not as if he normally considers something like this with Anna. A kiss is a kiss; he doesn't have to take it beyond that.

So, Castiel just smiles and presses close to kiss her again, a hand sliding down her back. ]

no i'm SORRY. /sob

[imminent]

[ She laughs softly against his lips when they press to hers once more. Returning that kiss soon after, she lets her hand slide down his arm, over the fabric of his shirt (which is probably hemp based or something organic), her lips curving slightly]