Snuggles

[buckynats]

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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[heraldingangel]

[ That earns him an uneasy look. Having witnessed the soul he saved from Hell be corrupted by the Mark of Cain, he doesn't see the joke in that. If Sam hadn't called him for help... he doesn't want to think about what might have happened. ]

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.

[singlemantear]

[Dean knows he's not a Demon right now. He knows what that feels like, which is a weird thing to know. Like it's weird to know what Hell smells like and what Purgatory sounds like. He knows what it's like to see the world through those black eyes (not black, it turns out).

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.

[heraldingangel]

Dean!

[ 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. ]

[singlemantear]

[When Cas touches him, starts flooding him with Grace, the Mark recoils and screams inside him. It wants Dean to pull away and lash out. Dean fights it, lets Cas's Grace in until the Mark retreats and he's left gasping and trembling, he sinks back against the mattress and feels his eyes water and spill over from the intensity.]