Dean Winchester (agentplant) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-01-29 15:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, castiel, dean winchester |
Who: Dean Winchester & Castiel
Where: The Dock
When: 1/28/21 - afternoon
What: It's a date.
Status: Complete
Warnings: none
Subconsciously, Dean was afraid of losing Castiel, and as such, he didn't want to part from the other for too long. Even though there would be nothing he could do if the hotel sent the other man home, at least he would be there to say goodbye. Maybe. But, it didn't matter. Cas was there and everything felt right, for once. In an attempt to get out and get some fresh air, Dean had made some sandwiches to take out on one of the boats. The weather was crisp, but the sky was clear and the sun was shining bright, and it seemed like the perfect weather for a romantic boat ride. He had packed a bag with the sandwiches, chips, and beer, and was waiting outside for Cas. Dean was crouched down at the foot of the dock, watching some of the fish swim around in a frenzy as he dropped pieces of bread into the water. "I almost feel bad to eat you guys, but hey, circle of life and all that shit." There was a familiar fluttering of wings and Dean moved to rise from his spot on the dock. He turned too quickly and lost his footing, promptly falling into the water with a large splash. He knew how to swim, and the water wasn't even that deep, but it was freezing cold. There were moments that he had been here that Castiel could scarcely believe that he was really here, that the Shadow wasn’t playing an elaborate trick on him by giving him this, his time spent with Dean. There was nothing he could do that would prevent her from doing this to him if she chose to, putting heavenly dreams in his mind only to take them away and laugh when she woke him to have him feel what she had taken away, she hated Castiel with a passion, after all. However, he could hope he was wrong and enjoy every second he spent with Dean, and that he wouldn’t wake from this. That Dean really did love him back. That this was real and finally he was getting what he wanted but thought that he couldn’t have. That he could be happy. He wasn’t sure that he was going to worry too much about the how’s or why’s of any of them being here. He was just going to be here. This morning Dean had said he wanted to get some fresh air, leave what they were essentially making into a ‘love nest’ and spend the day on the water, talking and generally enjoying each other's company in a different setting. Castiel couldn’t help but think that his whole proposal sounded very much like a date to him, and he was very happy to go. Maybe he would even employ some of the dating tips that Dean had given him once, use some of his own ‘magic’ against him. It was a little funny. After plans were made, and Dean left to go and get their lunch ready, Cas had debated wearing some of the clothes he had found hanging in his closet - one of the sweatshirts or t-shirts and jeans that were in there that he’d barely had a chance or a reason to look at. In the end he had decided to wear his usual navy blue suit and trench coat, but maybe for changes sake, lose the tie. And unbutton a few buttons of his crisp, white, dress shirt. With a thought and a throw blanket from the room for Dean (just in case he got cold), Cas arrived on the docks, smiling at Dean who was crouching down to feed the fish. He knew Dean would hear him as he got there, so he said nothing, and just as predicted Dean had stopped what he was doing and made to stand. Castiel hadn’t at all been prepared to watch as Dean lost his footing, and quickly tumbled in the water behind him. Cas knew it was cold for humans, freezing cold, and even the greatest swimmer couldn't swim in that unless they had been prepared, and he knew Dean wasn't. And he couldn't make Dean magically appear on the solid ground again, not until he actually had him in his hands, so as soon as Dean fell, he was in the water after him, searching the murky depths until he found him and zapped them both back on to the dock. "Dean," he said crouching down and using the blanket he had to wrap around Dean's shoulders. He would fix this, in just a moment, once he thought Dean was adjusted to being out of the water so his healing didn't send the hunter’s body into shock. The water surrounded him in an icy embrace and instinctively, he gasped in surprise, causing himself to swallow the water. Though he tried to swim to the surface, or even stand, he could barely breathe and ended up passing out. When Castiel pulled him out of the water, it took him a moment to come to and he coughed up a bunch of water. Despite being wrapped in a blanket his body shivered beneath the fabric and he clung to the sides, pulling it tighter around him. “Well, at least the sandwiches are safe,” he commented with a slight grin and coughed again, clearing out his lungs. Dean moved as close to Castiel as possible, using his body for warmth and comfort. “I guess it’s good having an angel at your side.” Of course, he had to make light of it all. The entire thing had been an accident and he was fine now, though he couldn’t help but feel a little foolish. “Don’t tell Sam, okay? I don’t want him to get worried over anything,” or end up getting lectured. His head moved to rest against Cas and he found his body slowly warming up, the chill dissipating. As he snuggled up closer he noticed that the angel wasn’t wearing his tie, and his shirt wasn’t buttoned up all the way. “Dude, what happened with your tie? Did you lose it in the water, somehow?” Cas was gentle with Dean as he maneuvered him around, the unconsciousness coming really as no surprise given what his body had just been through. When he came to sputtering water, he moved him slightly to the side to help him get more out if he needed to, and he pulled him close to his body and put his arms around him. "Dean," Cas said, slightly scolding the lightness of his tone giving what had just happened to him, but it came out sounding more relieved that his sense of humor was still intact. Along with the rest of him. "I won't say anything to Sam unless I have to," he was rubbing Dean's back through the blanket as he spoke, and really couldn't think of a reason that he would ever need to tell Sam, unless he asked directly, of course, but even then... "And you're not allowed to do anymore scare your angel half to death things again, however. What if I hadn't been here?" His fingers that were rubbing Dean's back slowly began to heal him, starting with his lungs to clear them completely and then slowly dried and warmed him simultaneously, and he imagined a warm, tingling sensation throughout his entire body, starting at his toes and working it's way up. "My tie is in the hotel," he said, continuing to warm Dean up, and running his fingers through the other's now dried hair. "Someone once advised me on a casual date look. I didn't have a vest to lose, so I thought the tie would work. Did I do good?" “Okay, but,” Dean began to say and then interrupted himself as he felt a strange, yet pleasurable sensation work through his body. “If you weren’t-” he was used to a simple tap, a burst of glowing light and then he was fixed. But, his injuries were usually from fighting, not drowning, and it felt different. He wanted to bask in the feeling forever, but he also wanted to go back inside at this point. The warmth radiated through his body and he began to relax, feeling a little more calm, even. “I wouldn’t have fallen in, if you weren’t there.” Of course, he didn’t blame Cas, but if he had been alone, he wouldn’t have spun around so quickly. “So, are you my knight in shining armor, or my angel in disguise?” Dean joked playfully, a smile on his face as he relished the simple touch of Castiel’s fingers in his hair. “You left-” his expression softened and when Cas asked if he had done good, Dean couldn’t help but grin brightly. “Yes, babe, you did good.” He agreed with a nod and shifted so that he could brush his lips along his jaw, planting a kiss on his cheek. “I mean, you look best with nothing at all, but I am certainly not complaining. Did you still want to go for a boat ride?” Castiel continued on warming Dean up, making sure there weren't any injuries he couldn't see, and just generally keeping his body warm so that the bite of the air outside wouldn't be so harsh on him. He stretched his legs out around Dean and kept him firmly against his body, holding him like they weren't sitting on the almost edge of a dock and a cold breeze wasn't ruffling his own hair. "I'm your," he offered Dean a soft smile. "I'm yours, whatever you want me to be. Your knight, your angel - all of the above." He always had been, truthfully, it didn't take this new development in their relationship for Cas to realize that. Cas melted just a little at the endearment and returned the kiss to his cheek with a chaste one on Dean's lips. He thought for a minute at the question posed and pulled the blanket tighter around Dean. He really wanted to get him inside and into bed and keep him under blankets all day just to be safe. He hadn't healed anyone's major injuries since he'd been back, and he wasn't sure how well he was working. "Would you be upset if I suggested that we take a boat ride another day and have our picnic inside, instead?" “Mine, you’re mine, that’s what you are,” he stated possessively, a crooked grin on his face as he continued to relax in the embrace of the other, completely forgetting where they were. Dean wasn’t used to being taken care of so much, and he had to admit that it felt kind of nice. “Would I be upset if we postpone our boat ride? No, I absolutely would not be upset at all, Cas.” He had figured that would be the other man’s answer. He always preferred to err on the side of caution, and for once, Dean was okay with that. “We can go eat in the dining room? Or, I guess we could go back to your room.” He was very much grateful for the fact that Castiel was currently without a roommate, as he didn’t want to keep kicking his brother and nephew out of the room. The whole point of going out on the boat had been to get out of the room, but maybe this was a sign telling them they should stay in. “Whatever you want, Cas, I’m okay with that.” He didn’t really feel like thinking too hard at the moment, all he wanted was to stay there in his arms and it didn’t really matter where. “But, will you keep cuddling me wherever we go?” "And you're mine." No one had ever claimed Cas like that before. Your ass is mine or you belong to me, sure, but it hadn't been for love. It hadn't been some who loved him that confirmed that he was theirs, and he wasn't sure what to feel first, or if he should let all the feelings the words evoked happen all at once, starting with the warmth he felt that centered in his abdomen. He pressed kisses to the side of Dean's face, and up into his hair. He hated the whole 'your room' thing. He was used to rooms being Dean's or Sam's or Jack's; the one he had at the bunker was rarely talked about, as it had been more of an honorary thing than an actual place that he stayed. "We don't have to go to the room necessarily. We can see if the longe is empty and get a few cushions and set up there. Or the dining room, like you suggested. But wherever we end up, I'll wrap you in blankets and hold you close." He gave Dean a light squeeze to prove his point and took his hands between his. "You choose. Wherever you want to go, I'll follow." Dean just laughed and shook his head. "Cas, you do not have to keep me wrapped up in a blanket all day. I'm plenty warm now." He turned his head to look back at Cas and suddenly realized they were still sitting on the dock. "Okay, I think we can go inside now." He gave the other man's hands a squeeze and then moved to get up from the dock, groaning as he heard his bones crack. "Could always pop in the sauna to get warm, but that's not really an ideal place to eat lunch." Dean commented, thinking out loud. "We can go to the lounge, it's pretty nice in there. The television there is fairly large, maybe we can find something good to watch." He bent down and picked up the bag with their lunch and then paused a moment. "Wait, where the hell did you even get a blanket from?" Cas was waiting for Dean to choose exactly where he wanted to go to move, but they were both still unsure of exactly where that would be. He stood up after Dean did and brushed some of the dust from his pants and then stepped forward to take the bag from Dean. “A sauna wouldn’t affect me adversely if you would like to go in one.” He hadn’t been aware until now that there was a sauna in the hotel - that must have been one of the few places he hadn’t gone in and explored on his self tour of the hotel and the basement when Dean was asleep. “Sam had a list that he made of television shows and movies that he said I may enjoy on Netflix a while ago. I don’t remember exactly what was on it, but - is there even a Netflix here?” He wondered, and then shrugged. Television was a give or take thing with him, while he had enjoyed watching some things and had been involved in a few shows before the world went to hell, he was always open to trying out new things. “I brought it from the hotel, in case you got cold while we were out on the water.” He put his hand on Dean’s shoulder and gave him a gentle squeeze. “I can save us a few steps.” After he gave Dean a few seconds, they suddenly stood in the lobby, next to the registration desk which seemed central as they decided which way to go. When Castiel took the bag from him, Dean turned to look at him with a raised brow, but said nothing. He was fully capable of carrying the bag, but, there was no point in fighting over it. “Okay, how about this. We hang out in the lounge to eat lunch and then we’ll do the sauna, since it’s on the same level?” His fingers scratched over his jaw in thought as Cas asked about Netflix, and Dean shook his head. “Nope, no Netflix, but there’s usually something to watch. I have the All Saint’s Day movies on my phone, if you wanted to watch that. Or, I probably downloaded some western’s, I just have to check my phone.” He reached into his pocket and retrieved his phone, only to realize that it was very much not in working condition. “Son of a bitch, stupid phone,” he growled, and before he could say another word, they were standing in the lobby. “I have to put this shit in rice, Cas. Let’s hit up the kitchen first.” As he moved towards the kitchen, it dawned on him about what Cas had just said. Was the angel trying to be romantic? “Well, it’s a good thing you thought to bring along the blanket. It turned out to be pretty useful.” He picked up the pace and was soon walking through the doors of the kitchen. Dean went straight to the rice and poured a bunch into a plastic bag, dropping his phone in shortly after. “Okay, you want anything while we’re in here?” Cas understood that Dean was perfectly capable of carrying the bag. He'd packed it and carried it out here, and after his experience in the water, Dean was fully healed. He hoped. Cas was just trying to be helpful and nice, but when Dean turned to him with that look, he almost handed the bag back to him. Before he could comment about the movies, saying that he wouldn't mind a western since he'd had enough of blood and death in real life for a while, Dean was cursing about his phone and heading towards the kitchen. "I don't get cold, but I know there's a breeze on the water and I figured that given the temperature that it would be freezing." Cas just watched him silently from the counter as he filled up a bag and put his phone inside. "Is the rice supposed to absorb the water?" he asked and then shook his head at the question Dean asked about him wanting anything from the kitchen. He didn't really eat, unless he wanted to, and he had to be in the mood. The more potent the food flavor, like some sweet, sour and spicy things, the better they tasted to him. "I think I saw a pool table somewhere the other night if you'd rather do that after you eat and go to the sauna," he pushed through the doors, and made sure Dean was behind him so it didn't look like he was holding a door open for him,and started off in the direction of the lounge. The possibility of it being too cold out on the water hadn’t really crossed Dean’s mind, but he thought it was cute that Cas had been concerned enough to bring a blanket along. “I don’t know how I would survive without you, Cas.” Which was the truth. Life was incredibly different when the angel was gone, for whatever reason. “Yes, the rice is supposed to absorb the water, but my phone is probably out of commission for the next few hours. Hopefully, it’s not gone for good.” It was the one provided by the hotel, so he wasn’t too concerned as he figured it would somehow repair itself. “There’s actually two pool tables here. One in the billiards room, and then one in the game room, which is much more chill. There’s a foosball table and a popcorn machine, along with a tv. We could go there instead? It’s on this floor.” He stepped through the doors and tucked the bag in his pocket before moving to follow behind Cas. “It is seriously not supposed to be this difficult deciding what to do.” He groaned in frustration, not really sure why he couldn’t be decisive about anything. “The game room, yes, let’s go to the game room. It’s on this floor and not that far away.” He finally decided and turned to walk towards the room, instead of going down to the basement. Hopefully, they would have the place all to themselves. "I'm sure you would be fine, just very cold," Cas remarked lifting the corners of his lips slightly to show he was teasing. He 'hmmed' at the explanation of the rice and Dean's phone, his forehead crinkled slightly as he wondered about the rice after Dean was done with it, would he eat it? And how it could soak up and dry a cellphone from the inside out. Had Dean tried that before and was that how he knew? He slowed to walk side by side with Dean, and was about to suggest they go to the game room since there seemed like there was more to do in there than in the lounge when Dean decided to go there in the end. "I've never played foosball before," he said, eying what he know to be the table when they walked into the empty room. This wasn't the room he had seen the pool table in the other night, he wondered how he had missed this one. He set the bag of sandwiches down on a bar and walked around the room, looking at the different games. "Do you visit in here a lot?" "In general, Cas." He clarified with a faint smile and went straight to the mini bar to grab himself a beer. Maybe it was a little early in the day, but who cared? He popped the cap off and took a long swig, setting the bottle down so he could remove his jacket. "Well then, I guess you're going to learn how to play today. I come here every so often, I guess." Dean grabbed a sandwich and unwrapped it eagerly, removing it from the plastic. He took a huge bite and then looked around for napkins, completely forgetting to pack them. "Fuck, this is so good, Cas." He moaned in between chewing, impressed with his handiwork. "You want to watch something while I eat and then we can play the game?" He questioned as he used the back of his sleeve to wipe his mouth. "Think you can get me some napkins, please?" Cas thought that it was amazing how Dean seemed to only get more and more attractive the older he got. He was probably even more handsome now than he was when they had met. Usually, he wasn't concerned with that sort of thing, but when the aesthetic of a human was pleasing even with a large glob of whatever he was eating decorating his face, Cas thought he should take a second to appreciate that beauty. He looked around the bar area for napkins and found a stack in a cabinet with some glasses and straws and a few other things, and brought some over to Dean and standing behind him laid them down next to him. He made sure that Dean wasn't chewing or swallowing so that he didn't choke as Cas kissed his jaw and then again, and then down on his neck before he crossed back in front of him to take up his own seat. Cas popped the cap off of the beer he had gotten himself and took a drink. "I think I'll just keep you company," he said. "I won't stare, and maybe we can talk or you can eat in silence? I would look up foosball rules, but my phone is in the room." . |