[ Castiel hesitated to call what they had in Attollo idyllic, but... over time he had learned to enjoy it. If he was confronted with giving an answer, he would say it wasn't home, would never be that. Admitting even during those lazy, warm nights with the scent and sounds of the ocean through a window in Dean's home, or the temperate mornings in his own treetop loft with the grey early dawn light filtering into the room were the best he's ever had. Admitting the truth that those moments were what made captivity more than bearable, made for a welcome change -- he just couldn't admit to that without pangs of guilt. Perhaps if so confronted, he would deny it... or say nothing.
...Of course, he also happened to be a terrible liar. And it wouldn't be the first time guilt would go ignored either. Castiel was selfish like that.
The angel's attention is pulled right where Dean wants it, eyes moving from one green eye to the next, before a press of lips force them closed. If he savored that closeness he's missed for months before, he truly does now. He leans into the kiss and when Dean pulls away, he lingers... only to find himself blinking back.
His hands flex on either side of Dean's hips, and his eyes betray him in an almost comical manner -- darting over to the bed. ]
His new name is Captain Obvious
...Of course, he also happened to be a terrible liar. And it wouldn't be the first time guilt would go ignored either. Castiel was selfish like that.
The angel's attention is pulled right where Dean wants it, eyes moving from one green eye to the next, before a press of lips force them closed. If he savored that closeness he's missed for months before, he truly does now. He leans into the kiss and when Dean pulls away, he lingers... only to find himself blinking back.
His hands flex on either side of Dean's hips, and his eyes betray him in an almost comical manner -- darting over to the bed. ]
...Is your roommate home?