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the second chance meme

You took them for granted, that's a fact. Maybe you were cruel, maybe you didn't notice them, or maybe you just didn't tell them how you really felt...or you didn't get the chance. You couldn't get yourself in line and you were stupid before and didn't realize what you felt for them. And now, they've moved on (or so it seems). You haven't. You feel like you lost your shot. It could be far, far too late for anyone!

You're faced with them once more. You've gotten one more chance. You've used it, too - you've just confessed flat out! It came out of your lips with no provocation. So what do you do now? Follow it up with more blabbering confessions? Try to be smooth and win them over? Apologize? Hug and kiss them...or steal them away?

What's more important, though, is how they respond.

Rules
+ Leave a top comment, preferences etc etc.
+ Your character has had their second chance to confess their true feelings to the characters who comment to them.
+ Go from there.

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"Dude, corndogs are freaking amazing," Dean said with a reverence only reserved for food, grin turning into a smirk. "They're hotdogs wrapped in hot cornbread awesomeness. And you have to drizzle the thing in plenty of mustard."

"It sounds... unique." But if Dean says they're good then they must be. He knows far more about food, and he hasn't been wrong about it yet.

"Maybe for our next date. Do they serve corndogs at bars?" Because they also spoke of going to one of those, too.

"Depends on the bar," Dean looked thoughtful about it, "Most of the time you get them at fairs and crap like that. But I'll look into it. See what place around here has them."

"Fairs?" Those are supposed to be fun, aren't they?

"Maybe we can go to one of those, too. One day, I mean." If there's ever a fair to go to.

"Yeah. Yeah, we can," Dean says, squeezing his hand gently, and for the first time in as long as he could remember, actually allowing himself to hope. It's a dangerous game. But walking here in the dim light of growing night, hand in hand with someone he truly cared about and trusted, he was willing to play that game. Because it might be worth it, after all.

"Those happen in the summer, most've the time."

There's always a risk involved. Castiel has learned that already. A risk of being rejecting or hurt. In this business, there's also a risk of death. He's not sure how he'd cope if he lost Dean.

"Then we'll go in the summer."

"Awesome. Summer," Dean chuckles, glancing at him. "It's nice, huh? Thinking about that kind of thing instead of...everything else...for once."

Castiel nods in agreement, but... "To be honest, I'm still thinking about it. I can't stop thinking about it. Even when I'm cleaning the slushie machine or changing the hot dogs."

"Well, that's kinda busy work. Doesn't really give you a chance to do anything except think about stuff you don't want to," Dean points out. "There're other things that can get your mind off it."

"What things?"

He supposes Dean must have a way of doing that. After all, Dean is constantly plagued with problems.

"I dunno," Dean shrugs, looking thoughtful. "Like, watching movies. Or reading books, if you're anything like Sam. Dude can lose himself for hours in those things."

"I might enjoy that. I think I would also enjoy watching movies. You know a lot about movies."

Maybe that's just something else they can do together. Having seen very few of them, aside from the pizza man one, Castiel is sure there's a lot of cinema for him to catch up on.

"And that distracts you?"

"Yeah, and I'm not talking about just porn either, even if it's a pretty awesome distraction," Dean snorts. "If they're good movies, then they're really good distractions. Like Star Wars. Dude, you need to see Star Wars."

"Star Wars? Stars can't fight in wars, Dean." They're just gas. But since Dean is so excited about it, there's probably more to it than that.

Dean snorts a laugh at that, feeling the urge to just plant a big wet kiss on his cheek for his obtuseness.

"Not the stars fighting them, Cas. You'll just have to wait and find out for yourself. No sense in spoiling a Star Wars virgin."

"I haven't heard of this movie. It's not in the papers."

Which means it hasn't come out recently.

"When do you think I'll be able to watch it?" The question is asked with some hesitance. There's a suggestion in his tone that says he can't come to the bunker for that, right? He's not welcome there.

"Whenever you get another night off. We can, uh, get a room or something and rent them from RedBox," Dean suggests, not missing that hesitance at all. He knows what's that about, and it causes guilt to shoot through him. "And you haven't heard of it 'cause it's old. Well, the first three are old. The newest three...not so old, but totally not worth your time."

"I'd enjoy that." Seeing old movies might be nice. Maybe they'll suit him better, since he doesn't always feel like he belongs here. Of course, science-fiction won't really make him feel like he belongs, either, but he'll probably enjoy them. Dean's enthusiasm will help.

"Cool. Then we'll do that," Dean says, and it's like they're planning on this whole life now they're not even sure they'll have--a fair, now movies--it's scary as hell, but still pretty tempting. He squeezes Castiel's hand, then glances around to see if they are alone before tugging the other man closer.

"C'mere."

It's nice to have something to look forward to, even if it isn't realistic to plan ahead.

Castiel notices the glance and does the same, wondering what they're looking for, but he doesn't mistake Dean's intention this time. The angel's lips quirk into a smile and he steps closer.

"Personal space." The memory amuses him briefly. He remembers how Dean used to lean back in discomfort over Catiel's proximity.

"You gonna complain about it and make me stop?" Dean snorts as he turns to face him, free hand coming up to curl around the back of his neck, pulling him in for another kiss, this one firmer and more certain.

Castiel leans in for the kiss. He steps in closer until his hands can rest on Dean's hips and he can gently tug the other's body against his. It felt good, a light press, just enough to be felt, but with the safety and burden of clothing to keep things slow.

No, it didn't look like he was going to tell Dean to stop. Even when there was a little pause for breath, he went back for more, enjoying the particular taste of Dean's lips compared to anyone else's.

Even if the kiss is slow, there's something burning that Dean knows is more than just the glow from the wine and good food. It's something hot that wants more, and Dean gives in a bit, tilting his head and parting his lips a little. His tongue slips out and presses against the seam of Castiel's mouth, seeking entry silently.

Castiel feels the gentle brush of Dean's tongue and happily obliges. His lips part a little, just enough for Dean to go further if he wants to. He tilts his head as well to seal their mouths together even more effectively. The former angel liked this feeling. This closeness and contact with Dean... even more than he thought he would.

He can't help a little groan when he feels Castiel's lips open, tongue surging forward. He can taste the dessert and wine still lingering there, and something else that must be the ex-angel himself. It is a nice taste, he decides as his fingers thread through dark hair, letting himself just get lost in all of it for the moment.

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augh work. x.x hold me.

Same boat here. *HOLDS*

/clings!

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Same boat here. HOLDS