Officially unofficial unofficially official

[engagements]

unofficially official; Dating...isn't what you'd consider the two of you doing. You're just close. Close enough to spend time together, do things you both enjoy, eat together, talk about problems, cuddle, and kiss, possibly. And you don't do most of these things with other people. Okay. Okay, so maybe you are dating. But do you need to disclose this fact to everyone else, or at least acknowledge it amongst yourselves - If you even realize it, that is. It's possible this whole "a couple" status has snuck up on you. Theoretically, at least. ...how did that happen? Easy peasy: comment with those prefs and info, cuties. Reply to others. THREAD. ♥

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[personalspaceinvader]

Sam spent exactly five seconds being concerned about Dean's arm before taking the flare and deciding they'd all be a lot worse off if he didn't do as he was told and light it to help Cas. He charged forward with it, the wendigo hissing furiously at the fire and bringing its arms up to shield himself from it. That distraction was just what Cas needed.

The angel blade struck hard and deep right into the creature's chest. While it was screeching at the wound, Cas moved back, looking over at Dean and Sam for the tool that he needed. Blades would only weaken it. Confuse it. They needed fire. Enough fire to burn the thing to the ground.

"Flare," Cas explained as he rushed over to Dean, patting around for the one he needed and then relieving him of it. Sam, to his credit, had already started in on the burning. When Cas turned around with the lit flare, Sam had apparently opened up a flask from his waist and started splashing lighter fluid at the wendigo wherever he could.

It was moments like this that Cas, even with all his many, many years of life, couldn't help but be impressed with these two men. No wonder all of the monster world shook at the name 'Winchester'.

He shook the thought off quickly and moved forward, still between the hurt Dean and the monster. Sam's flare went flying, setting the lighter fluid alight. Cas tossed his alongside it, catching the half still not burning.

For a second, all that could be heard was the furious screaming of the dying animal. The shrieking as it burned alive. Cas didn't even wait to see if it had been killed completely before spinning back to his friend, looking over his wounds with an almost anxious expression.

"Let me take care of that," he said softly, touching two fingers to Dean's forehead to heal him. But once he was done, his hand lingered, pressed to the side of his neck as he continued to stare at Dean. Looking at him as closely as he possibly could. "Are you alright?"

[ramblingman]

Funnily enough, it all went off with a kind of practiced textbook hunter efficiency after that. Cas kept the wendigo occupied for a moment while Sam sprinkled it with lighter fluid, and then the whole thing went up in rearing, leaping flames, the wendigo screeching out its death cries into the night. To Dean's utter surprise, he heard a voice in the distance that screamed right back:

"Hey, assholes, keep it down!"

Giddy with loss of blood, he was about to yell back when Castiel suddenly appeared again in front of him, those blue eyes filled with concern.

Not just concern, he reminded himself. They were filled with love as well, with a kind of adoration that Dean had been blinding himself to since he could remember. Cas touched him to heal him, cradled his cheek and then his neck, and for a moment Dean felt nothing but stupid love back, staring blankly into Castiel's face, his own just wide eyed, open mouthed surprise.

He wasn't stupid. He'd seen it before. It just... It hadn't occurred to him to let it mean something.

It hadn't really now, either. His brain went on autopilot, relief at not being dead and all his realizations snapping into place. He curled his fingers against Cas' cheek and guided his own face forward, pressing their mouths together in a relieved, inquisitive kiss. It didn't even register that Sam was standing feet away, still watching the wendigo burn.

[personalspaceinvader]

The kiss was as sudden as it wasn't. Because really, they'd been leading up to this for years. But at the same time, really, Dean? Now? Beggars couldn't be choosers, he decided. And with a small exhale into Dean's mouth, Cas shifted in closer and kissed him back. Tenderness seemed to be the word of the hour, here. The slow, tentative slide of lips exploring lips. Hands touching where they hadn't been allowed, before. Cas exhaled again, not even sure when he'd managed to breathe at all. And then he was pressing in closer. Harder. Slotting their bodies together to see how they would fit.

"You know the wendigo isn't dead yet, right?" Sam shouted, incredulous over the cries of the dying creature. It was certainly no threat as it had already crumbled toward the ground, it's voice dying off with the rest of its body. "I swear to God. If you two think you're going to be moaning and rolling all over the place in the tent right next to mine, I am going to steal the car and leave you here in the woods."

Cas pulled away, looking over at Sam who, contrary to his complaining, almost looked relieved. But, as nice as it was to have Sam's approval, the fact that he'd been the unintentional audience and catalyst for this moment was just a bit humiliating. Even for an angel who seemed to barely understand the concept of shame, most times.

The wendigo finally seemed to die, the noise finished and the remains unmoving. The only sound the low crackling of a fire with no more fuel to keep itself lit. Their own fire where, moments before, he'd confessed his love to Dean, was behind them. Waiting. Along with the tent and its two spread-out bedrolls.

"If Sam objects, we could always relocate somewhere else. There was a hotel just a few miles back," he pointed out, ignoring Sam's instant bark of outrage. He smirked at Dean, wanting to lean up and kiss the gently swollen bottom lip he now knew the taste of. But they still had an audience and Cas was still unsure how he or Dean felt about it.

"What do you think?"

[ramblingman]

Dean didn't care how not-dead the wendigo was, he was much more possessed with the fact that he had Cas' mouth all to himself, and he was more than happy to deepen it, rubbing his tongue against the flank of Castiel's and pressing his own hips in closer, soaking in the body to body contact, the warmth of a body that he had always resisted giving anything to, always resisted wanting. He had kept his face turned away from what Cas could be to him, and yet been inches away from it always. Face to face with it.

He'd just been the last person to know.

He just didn't know it yet how much in a hurry to know he was, and so he played it off.

"You kidding? It's lovely out here. And Sammy can suck it up, it's not like we're going to fuck like wild animals."

He looked across at his brother, accusingly, not that it helped so much. Sam's bitch face was well and truly stuck, now. Dean just rolled his eyes at him, and squeezed Cas slightly around the middle, looking back into his eyes.

"We kissed, Cas. And yeah, I wanna kiss you a whole lot more, but I think maybe we should take this slow. Like, we make out for a bit and then you can watch me sleep, or whatever. That way Sam can get some sleep and we can stay here and soak in - you know - the romance of the place. Not much point camping if you're gonna ditch it for a motel the moment you get uncomfortable."

"Besides," he added, with a hard look at his brother, "Maybe the wendigo wasn't alone. Maybe it has like. A wendiwife."

Sam looked disbelieving, but Dean didn't care, disengaging just a little bit from Cas and urging them all to head back the way they'd come. Okay, so he was bullshitting a little bit. He wanted to do things slow, it had been a while, but hadn't they been doing things as slow as it was possible to do things already? He couldn't be sure that after fifteen minutes in the tent with Cas, he wouldn't just want to get the angel's hands all over him. But Sam didn't have to know that.

"C'mon. Let's get to bed."