Dean cards his fingers through Castiel's hair, forever tufted no matter how he tries to smooth it down, so Dean sets to crafting new peaks. Just this, just lying here, it's better than anything he's dared to hope for - when he'd said the house was plenty, he could have said it's a goddamn miracle, and Dean settles all the more.
"Okay," he says at length, running his hand down Castiel's still clothed back next, finally attempting to lighten the mood by squeezing his ass when he reaches it.
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Date: 2014-07-29 01:49 am (UTC)"Okay," he says at length, running his hand down Castiel's still clothed back next, finally attempting to lighten the mood by squeezing his ass when he reaches it.
"Think we got a little off track."