Dean is cold.Dean is cold. He doesn’t understand why, he remembers falling asleep under a pretty warm blanket, and the heating in the motel was - surprisingly - working fine.
Finally waking up, Dean shivers and realizes the source of cold is the body currently pressed against his back. He rolls away and opens his eyes to meet Castiel’s.
“Damn it, Cas. You actually waited outside this whole time?”
The angel gives him a confused look.
“When I called you, you said you were tired and in need of sleep.”
“Yeah”, Dean rubs his eyes sleepily. “But I didn’t say you couldn’t come. You could hang out here and watch TV or something. It’s like 20 degrees outside!”
“Cold doesn’t affect me, Dean,” the angel replies in the same calm, confused voice.
Dean rolls his eyes.
“Yeah, but it does affect me. You’re frozen, man, it’s like waking up next to Edward friggin Cullen.”
“Oh.” Castiel finally understands the reason behind his lover’s annoyance. “I am sorry. I can leave and wait till my body temperature normalizes”. Castiel makes a move to get out of Dean’s bed, only to be stopped by fingers around his wrist.
“Hey, c’mere”, Dean whispers, tugging Castiel back under the blanket and clenching his teeth as the angel’s cold naked body once again is pressed against his skin. The unpleasant feeling doesn’t last long, as the angel’s body temperature slowly rises in his embrace. Castiel sighs, pressing even closer and throwing one leg around Dean’s hips.
“Cold cannot hurt me… But I must admit your warmth is much more pleasant, Dean.”
Dean cannot help but grin, turning his face towards the angel. There is something amazing about teaching this strange creature simple human pleasures, ones he does’t really care about when Dean isn’t around. Castiel doesn’t require food, but he’s grown to love pie and ice cream. It wouldn’t pain him much if a truck hit him on a highway, but he feels and leans into every little touch of Dean’s hands and lips. Must be some angelic “on/off” switch or whatever, Dean never asked. Right now he’s still too sleepy to care and ask questions.
So he settles for tracing random patterns with his fingers along Castiel’s neck and face, still frozen from the December wind. The angel’s eyes are closed, and there is a small smile on his lips which Dean absolutely didn’t just find adorable.
“Your nose is like made of ice”. Dean moves closer, and Castiel leans forward, expecting a kiss. But Dean’s just there, warming Castiel’s face up with his breath while his hands cover Castiel’s ears, and for a second it feels like they are on fire - but that’s just the skin’s nerve endings, numb from the freezing wind, slowly coming back to life under Dean’s fingers.
Dean leans closer, not caring how chick flick this moment has already become, and gently nuzzles at the angel’s red nose, then planting warm kisses all along its bridge and finally letting out a small sigh against his forehead - and Castiel decides he definitely likes warmth better than cold. He’s known of the human phrase “melt against your lover”, but he never quite understood it, since a human body couldn’t exactly melt in normal temperatures. He thinks he does now.
It doesn’t take long for Castiel to be fully warm under the blankets and Dean’s body. The body he would very much like to make love to right now. He presses a kiss to Dean’s lips, slowly rolling his hips into his lover’s, but then Dean pulls back, huffing out a small laugh, and yawns.
“I’m still really tired, Cas. I need a couple more hours.” He opens his eyes and looks up. “Don’t you dare go outside, or I’ll have to warm you up all over again before I have my way with you.” Not that he’d mind doing it all over again.
Castiel nods, and Dean closes his eyes again, satisfied, wrapping his arms around the now warm body. This is not cuddling, right? This is making sure the friggin’ angel doesn’t run out into the cold before they have epic morning sex.
Voice of reason tells him that the angel could fly away any moment, even if Dean chained him to bed. He tells the voice to fuck off.
@темы:
Destiel,
Супернатуралы,
Фанфики
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25.02.2011 в 22:12Edward friggin Cullen
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25.02.2011 в 22:14-
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25.02.2011 в 22:18Там в последнее время СТОЛЬКО классных фиков, по картинкам и т.д. Я из-за этого обязательно листаю даш, боясь пропустить что-то
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26.02.2011 в 00:17так нежно!
спасибо за чудесную атмосферную зарисовку
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26.02.2011 в 01:48-
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26.02.2011 в 01:55Чувак, до меня только что дошло что это ТВОЙ фик!
Блин, сорри и спасибо
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26.02.2011 в 03:22ЭПИК ФЭЭЭЭЭЭЙЛ!!!
Чувак, до меня только что дошло что это ТВОЙ фик! я подумала что ты запостила офигенный фик про отогревание и даже не поняла, что он твой
Блин, сорри и спасибо он реально офигителен!
Пасибо
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26.02.2011 в 03:23Anastina ааааа, йа рад, люди вы не представляете насколько сложно писать флаффные динокасы и держать этого упрямого маскулинного придурка в характере
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26.02.2011 в 03:27-
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26.02.2011 в 03:30