✆ castiel's voicemail

[dirtytrenchcoat]

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[cholesterol]

( He's not good at accepting help, or admitting he needs or appreciates it. He never has been. His instinct is to pull him closer and to kiss him, but all he can do is hand his head, mouth forming a smile, chin flexing under Cas' touch.

He says that now, but Dean cracks under pressure. Dean fails people. He loses. )

[dirtytrenchcoat]

[Neither is Castiel, he's taken those pages straight from Dean's book more than once but he'd made a promise to be better and to vocalize himself more here and he intended to keep it.]

No matter what happens. I've ruined things before, I've ruined myself, but we've always found a way back to each other Dean and as long as you're here I intend to be present for you. As your submissive, as your friend. Your boyfriend?

[cholesterol]

( He kisses the inside of Cas' palm, holding his wrist there, closing his eyes again, nodding. )

You wanna be my boyfriend?

[dirtytrenchcoat]

[The gesture is more affectionate than he's used to being, and it feels like an untapped well of emotions has been split open between them, raw and necessary. He pushes his thumb into Dean's cheek to reciprocate, bracing with some firmness, a reminder of his dedication.]

I do. I want to live up to the title.

[cholesterol]

You will.

( It's him he isn't so sure about. )

ooc: we can fade to black and just assume dean got a great bj with some casual body worship

[dirtytrenchcoat]

We'll figure it out together.

[Castiel's thoroughly enjoyed his eggs, but he can sense that Dean needs more reassurance than what he can provide at this moment at the table between the two of them.]

Let's go to the bedroom.