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Date & Time: After Cas is back from his time trip.
Location: Unit 210
Characters: Castiel and Dean Winchester
Summary: When he least expects it, Dean finally finds the person who's been missing from his new life for the past few days.
Warnings: Will update! 

[ It's only been a few days, but Dean's had just about enough of dealing with the Initiative and Exsilium without Castiel. The angel had disappeared so suddenly, and though Dean knows he's off on some mission, the added side-dish of natives going crazy and trying to seize the place had made the last few days hectic and intense.

Tiring, violent and lonely, too. He knows he should be trying to get to know his new comrades, but honestly Dean's beyond caring, especially when he knows this could all end at any moment. His time on Attollo had ended so abruptly, after all, one night ending on a good note once more only for him to wake up here.

And now the one constant person (angel) in his time on Attollo was off far away as well.

His forehead bumps quietly against the door to his room, but Dean doesn't move to open it. He's not entirely feeling up to dealing with his roommate, but after, once again, checking up on Cas' assigned living space to see if his angel had come back, he's not left with much else to do.

Still, he stays there, thoughts clouding his mind while he tries to fight past the fierce missing.

God, when the hell had he become so freaking weak? ]

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Mm. [ Don't expect much except non-committal noises from him for a while, at least... he would have had Dean not interrupted him.

There was a time when Castiel would have looked upon their arrangement logically, expressing that it made sense that if he were to be forced to perform if he did not do so under his own terms... then those terms should be with one he was closest to.

Even then, he knew that wasn't entirely true. He felt something for Dean, has for some time now, but lacked the means to express it outside of how Dean showed him.

But even as Castiel mouthed his way down his neck, the scent and taste of the hunter feels like coming home, and it's a feeling he's content to lose himself in -- that is, until the sigh snaps him out of it and he's dimly aware of the fact Dean is standing idly by... none of which were very good signs. Something was wrong.

Lifting his head at Dean's insistence, he meets his eyes for a moment before they drop to his lips, thinking that its perhaps those he should be giving his attention... but makes no move outside of wetting his lips with his tongue. ]

...What is it?

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[ Castiel is definitely making this difficult. They've been in this same situation many times before, and it used to be easier for Dean to just roll with it.

But with their arrival in Exsilium... the almost idyllic lifestyle between the curses they'd managed to carve in Attollo is gone. Dean finds himself needing to guard himself better again, even from Cas. He'd grown soft, too used to their thing, and had forgotten than everything changes. But it doesn't mean he'll push the angel away either, not completely.

Good thing for Cas, his instincts are wrong in this case. No, he's not about shove the angel against the wall to have his way with (not right now, later maybe if they can a secure place) but his hands do comes to either side of Cas' face as he leans closer with the smallest smile, coaxing Cas to look back up at him. ]

For bein' away so long, and as a welcome back. [ It might not have been as long for the hunter, but Cas has been through a lot. He presses his mouth against Cas', lips forming easily against the angel's like many times before. He's missed this too, despite not voicing it, the slightest sighs of relief the only clue. Intending to keep it brief, he presses into it lightly, thumb grazing over Cas' cheek before drawing back. ]

His new name is Captain Obvious

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[ 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. ]

...Is your roommate home?

Y U P.

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[ It's moments like these that Dean wonders what exactly he's done to the angel. Or okay, if he's being fair, it had been the influences of Attollo that had forced Cas (and him) to change, and not into an all too bad direction, either. Dean wouldn't normally complain, and this time is barely different.

His eyes glance off to the side too, falling on his bed briefly before he huffs a quiet laugh. ]

No, he's not. [ Oh, Cas, he knows exactly what you wants, can feel it from those flexing fingers against his hips and the lingering leaning into the kiss. ]

...Why? Do you plan on stickin' around? [ Even if Dean's being careful, he can't help but tease the angel a little, voice low and curious as he presses closer. ]

Could come back at any moment. [ Which is, actually, a real concern. One Dean's not ready to face yet, if he's honest. ]

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[ Castiel fixes Dean with an expectant look, nodding when Dean asks if his intentions are for a longer visit.

Fault for this change does not rest entirely on Dean. Many lives had touched his in the last year, including many new experiences some of which were quite poor and of his own doing. What had started as a curse, then fighting, and then forgiveness and the slow rebuild of trust transformed into something else entirely. Had it not been for these experiences, for everything they've gone through, Castiel wouldn't be pulling Dean toward his bed right now with a few hushed words: ]

Then we better keep quiet.

[ The hands at his hips begin hiking up the hem of his cotton t-shirt, then fanning his fingers across the skin just beneath. His fingers curl down, gently scraping down his abdomen to hook onto his jeans just as he starts to walk backwards toward the bed. ]

We... wouldn't want to disturb your neighbor.

[ Not like they had in Muir, at least. ]

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[ The more seconds tick by, the more Dean's ready to throw away his worries and just go with this. It helps that he's missed the angel equally, hasn't really had a chance to so much as say hi to him since their arrival and this whole mess of missions and rebels growing restless -- let alone time to even lay a finger on Cas with more fun things in mind.

That look coupled with the ever-present quarter smile and just that vibe has Dean smirking. ]

I dunno how that's possible with you around. [ He knows how to make you scream, Castiel. ]

I'll make sure to try and keep you quiet though.

[ So he'll just follow along with the tugging, a hand reaching to slide against and to the back of Cas' neck from where he pulls himself closer. It'll be an ungraceful stumble towards the bed, but Dean's not about to let Cas slip away from him, not now that he's set himself to this.

Later, they'll (or Dean will...if Cas just flutters off) probably have a nice awkward moment with his roommate, but until then he'll make the damn best of this private time they have. ]