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bakerstreet2021-05-04 09:10 pm
buckynats) wrote in bakerstreet2021-05-04 09:10 pm
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Snuggles
snuggle with someonespecial
What better time than these cool, crisp mornings or rapidly lengthening nights to jump right under a warm blanket with that irreplaceable person in your life? Even if you're not sleeping together - heck, even if you've not been straight with your feelings and you're not officially an "item" - there's nothing wrong with cuddling up. Grab a book, get some hot cocoa, turn on the TV (if you're in an era where the tube's available), or just enjoy each other's presence on the couch or in the bed.
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You're not a demon anymore.
[ They cured him. At least, for now. ]
We won't let that happen again. [ He won't. He'll stay by his side to make sure of it. ] We'll find a way to remove the mark.
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I know, I know. I'm just joking.
[Dean sits up and runs a hand through his hair. He knows he owes Cas and Sam for pulling him out of that dark hole. Again.]
I uh, don't know that I thanked you yet, for uh, not letting me kill my own brother. For bringing me back.
[He looks up at Cas. He means it.]
Thank you.
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I made the mistake of not believing in you once. I won't make that mistake again.
[ Back during the Apocalypse when they were up against a wall, nowhere to go, faced with impossible odds. He'd given up. On Dean. Sam. The world. It was only Dean's endless love for his brother that saw them through to the end. ]
I won't leave you to face your demons alone
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My demons being myself, you mean.
[He does appreciate Cas's loyalty though, that he'll stick by Dean even when he's at his lowest. Is there anything lower than being a demon? Than trying to murder your brother and your best friend for fun?
He feels sick with himself. Even if it's not entirely his fault. The Mark is his fault and therefore everything it brings with it is also his fault. He brought this on himself.
He rubs his hands over his face and through his hair again. He's awake but he still feels exhausted.]
What time is it?
[That's the one thing with living in a bunker, you never can tell what damn time it is without look at your phone or a clock and he's got neither within easy reach right now. Plus, Cas always knows what time it is in every place on earth.]
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You're not a demon, Dean.
[ He immediately corrects, mouth tightly pressed together at the suggestion that he might still be. ]
We cured you. [ A pause. ] At least for now.
[ He adds, unwilling to leave out the truth. The exchange leaves him brooding on Dean's condition and barely registers the question that follows. He doesn't have to think about it and prattles off the time - sometime in the early morning. ]
Sam is still sleeping. He'll most likely check on you when he wakes up.
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He also knows with the Mark on his arm, the "cure" is temporary.]
Course he will.
[Dean's sure Sam will barely let him out of his sight or Cas's sight until the Mark is gone (if it ever is).
Speaking of, a searing pain suddenly shoots through his forearm and seemingly right between his eyes. He grunts and squeezes his eyes shut as he holds on to his arm, gritting his teeth at the onslaught of what feels like pure hate and anger.]
Fuck.
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[ All semblance of control goes out the window the moment he clutches his arm. Fear snakes its way in, coiling around him, as he closes the distance to touch his arm. His eyes glow blue, dipping into his well of grace, and presses that power into him to counteract the stain of original sin. ]
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