Why do I feel the constant need to talk to you? To hear your voice. To see your face. To send you a text. I hate that I sit here and crave you silently while I try to hold myself back from the brutal honest truth that I’m just lonely and I like the way you call me beautiful.
Shit. The thing with DeanCas.
Is that it makes you want to explain love a billion different ways.
They make you want to talk about love in the form of simple kisses underneath foliage of trees but also in sprawling metaphors of the universe’s energy and celestial bodies.
They make you want to define love through the the written word, the spoken word, the sung word, the drawn word. And you write a hundred thousand sentences, and you sing their ‘i need you’s, and you immortalize their faces on paper, and you speak in the tongue of the greatest love story that has ever been told.
They make you want to find love in a monstrous world; or in classroom halls, or in warm coffee shops, or in a little house with a garden, or by the ocean or maybe sea.
And the greatest thing, really, is this:
They make you want love to happen. Not even to yourself. But to somebody else.
I don’t know about you.
I can find your halo. Guides me to wherever you fall.
louise your such a poet
everyone’s a poet at 4am in the morning especially after downing 5 cups of coffee in 30 minutes
Thanks, Cas. Thanks.
STILL MY FAVORITE CAS/SAM/DEAN COMIC EVER
edits ↳ multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent
cas loving the feel of dean’s body
cas wanting to rub himself against dean any time he can, cas draping himself over dean when dean is cooking, cas plastering his face against dean’s shoulderblades when dean is cleaning his guns and cas thinks he can get away with it
cas snaking his head into the hem of dean’s shirt and resting his cheek against dean’s belly when he catches dean reading or listening to music on his bed, and both just snoozing there comfortably, and cas just loving the warmth and feel of dean’s flesh, of the skin on his ribs against cas’ fingertips and even the slightly sour smelling dip of dean’s armpits when cas pushes his face into it after sex
just cas and his love of dean and dean’s coziness, cas greedy for dean’s kindness and doing everything short of melding with him to hoard as much contanct as he possibly can
#i have feeling about cas learning how to touch#and how to catalogue the different instance of touch there are#and how it all ties to his feelings for dean#and discovering the wonderful part of human kind#that is touch#and communication through touch alone#and above all#of love