"So, wait..." Dean unfolds his arms and rubs a hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment. "You wrote me that you want to have sex with me but you didn't want to say it in person so I wouldn't see it too promiscuous?"
There's some giggle coming in from behind Castiel's window and Dean steps to it, pulling the curtains shut on the few girls that just remained there to spy on them. Harpies.
The cabin becomes a strange land of orange and red light then, seeping through the cotton of the curtains. They don't have electricity and during daylight there's no need to burn candles. But then the curtains are closed, the daylight doesn't get to stream in freely but bleeds through the colorful fabric.
Dean crosses the floor again, this time right into Castiel's personal space, then he reaches up to grab Castiel's shirt front and pushes him back against the wall, then leans in to slowly, slowly kiss his lips.
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There's some giggle coming in from behind Castiel's window and Dean steps to it, pulling the curtains shut on the few girls that just remained there to spy on them. Harpies.
The cabin becomes a strange land of orange and red light then, seeping through the cotton of the curtains. They don't have electricity and during daylight there's no need to burn candles. But then the curtains are closed, the daylight doesn't get to stream in freely but bleeds through the colorful fabric.
Dean crosses the floor again, this time right into Castiel's personal space, then he reaches up to grab Castiel's shirt front and pushes him back against the wall, then leans in to slowly, slowly kiss his lips.