It starts off with an innocent question, asked tentatively on a chilly weekend morning in late March. Dean stayed over the night before, so he and Cas wake up together, warm and lazy and prepared to do absolutely nothing. They’re curled together like parenthesis, heads pillowed on hands like how children sleep.
Dean pauses, letting the words form in his mouth. He shifts on the bed to buy some time before deciding to let them slip out. “What’s it like, being blind?”
His hands flutter across the bed, clutching at the sheets for a second before letting go, as if he’s unsure of what to do with them. Dean’s own hands stop, midway through unbuttoning Cas’ shirt, and he stops pressing soft kisses to his neck.
The shaking stops, just for a moment, as Cas deliberately flattens his hands to the soft, freshly laundered sheets. “Yes?”
"You okay?" Dean asks, leaning up a bit from where he’s straddling Cas’ hips.
Cas follows him, propping himself up with one arm. He smiles a little in Dean’s general direction, a pale blush on his cheeks and eyes still closed. “I’m just…”
All the time. Before dates and after dates, in the middle of the sidewalk, across the table at the coffee shop they like to go to. Dean loves to press even the lightest, quickest pecks to Cas’ lips, knowing that Cas can never see them coming. He revels in the look of surprise Cas always gives him when he pulls away.
So he might be taking slight advantage of his boyfriend’s inability to see, but so far Cas hasn’t said a word against it, so Dean keeps at it.
The first time Castiel met Dean Winchester, he literally stumbled into him and the first words he heard were, “Hey, watch where you’re going, man.”
To which Cas lifted his thin white cane, smacked the legs he knew were somewhere in front of him, and wryly replied, “I would if I were able.”
He still likes to imagine that a deep, embarrassed blush accompanied the string of apologies that followed, although these days he’s much more concerned with imagining Dean himself.
Two and a half months after that first meeting, they’re sitting in Cas’ apartment on a sunny September afternoon, listening to one of Dean’s many records and idly drinking beers. Everything is warm and loose and content, and for the first time ever Cas wonders aloud, “What do you look like, Dean?”
Cas full on rebelled against heaven. Like if you think about it Cas is kind of a little shit.
So why are there not more AU’s where he is a rebellious teenager whose parents blame Dean Winchester for “corrupting him”
like I want Cas sneaking out while Dean waits up the street for him in the impala. I want Cas to get drunk and have lots of sex with Dean only to have to straighten up early sunday morning and go to church with his family.
i really want an “i accidentally broke into your house/apartment because my friend lives next door to you and i was in the area, drunk, and i thought i was climbing into the right window and falling asleep on the right couch (and i did wonder when my friend got two cats but i didn’t question it) so now i’m hungover and shirtless in your living room so um hi howya doin” au
17 year old Cas going to his first pride parade as a third wheel to his friends Charlie and Gilda, promising his mom Naomi that he won’t go all out or do anything crazy. But as soon as she’s gone he’s taking off his shirt, buying a penis-shaped lollipop, and letting someone paint…