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i want to do with you (what spring does with cherry trees) by sobsicles
Fandoms: Supernatural
29 Apr 2021
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Dean keeps going back.
When he arrives, it's always to blooming flowers and a windmill in the background, not too far from a brook, the sun painting the plains.
He likes it there. He likes to stand in front of the makeshift urn and check that it's still where he put it, switching out the flowers when they wilt. He likes to listen to the sound of birds chirping, insects singing, the faint sound of water trickling in the distance. He likes to turn his face up and feel the sun on his skin, wondering if Cas would do the same if he were here, somehow knowing that he would.
He likes to talk.
There's never a response, but Dean feels the breeze rustle through his hair and watches the flowers bob when bees come to them and stares as the windmill keeps turning, turning, turning. And he imagines that Cas is replying—the windmill is the tilted head, the bobbing flowers are a gentle smile, the breeze is whatever words Dean wants to hear at the time.
Sometimes, it's almost like he's there.
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12 Jun 2026
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Cas comes back. It's not exactly the reunion that Dean is expecting.
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Dean stares at him, flummoxed. Cas quite literally poured his heart out to Dean, gave a truly sappy and distressingly romantic speech and everything, then proceeded to give his life so that Dean could live his. And he wants to act like he doesn't want to see Dean, be around him, touch him?
Actually, Dean's ninety-nine percent sure that Cas probably wants to fuck him, and while he has no clue how he feels about that, he's pretty goddamn sure that means Cas doesn't get to act like this and make it authentic.
It feels strangely real, though, as if Cas wants nothing more than to get as far away from him as possible. This is a blatant contradiction. Even someone as weird as Cas doesn't want to get away from the person they have the desire to fuck five ways to Sunday, that they're in love with. That's not how these things work, so Dean isn't buying it.
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- Part 1 of Cursed Metaphors
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06 Jun 2026
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“I like having sex with you, okay? Sue me,” Dean grumbles, rolling his eyes.
“But why the holy penis?”
“An excuse, maybe? I dunno. Sex is good for anyone, and you never complain while we're doing it.”
“I'm not knocking the sex,” Cas assures him quickly. “I enjoy sex with you as well. Maybe just stop acting like your penis is my savior.”
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06 Jun 2026
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Dean was trying to wrap his head around the situation, but it just escalated really quickly. Not that he minded, exactly, but this was Cas; his best friend who, up until this moment, hadn't ever expressed interest to put his tongue in Dean's ass.
There were alarm bells ringing in Dean's head.
He ignored them.
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When Dean's dick decides to stop working, his whole world is flipped upside down. Fortunately, Cas has something that can help him out.
The thing is, sometimes quick-fixes can have long-lasting consequences.
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06 Jun 2026
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Brittle and battle-worn, Cas looks at him over coffee one morning and says, "I need to go," and Dean instantly knows that he's not coming back.
He's not really sure how he knows it, but he does. It settles into the pit of his stomach, curling hot and tight like something he instinctively wants to tear out with his bare hands. He takes a breath, and it gets stuck in his throat, hitching there. It hurts, hurts, hurts when he finally exhales.
"Yeah," Dean says, "of course you do," and he nods jerkily as he looks down at his phone. He doesn't say goodbye. He doesn't look up from the screen when Cas gets up and leaves the room. He doesn't finish his coffee, or move for a long time.
By nightfall, Cas is gone.
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06 Jun 2026