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Because while I write stuff which I have a deadline for I end up trying to write drabbles. :/ And I shouldn't be up at one AM, but I apparently am and that's what comes out.
Title: Doubt Not For Me
Rating: PG
Pairing: past!Dean/future!Castiel
Words: 100
Summary: He doesn’t flinch when Cas’ grip tightens.
Spoilers: for 5x04.
Disclaimer: pfff, not mine.
A/N: title from the same Flogging Molly song I steal for past!Dean/future!Castiel fics. And, I haven't written a drabble in ages and I'm obsessed with 5x04. That'd be it.
They stop the car; Cas lays his hand, palm upward, on the gear shift.
(A pill falls down.)
“Could... could you? For a minute?” he asks; Dean doesn’t get it. Cas turns and he looks like a man who knows he’s going to die very soon; and Dean gets it.
“Yeah,” he whispers, his voice choked. He interlaces his fingers with Cas’, carefully, his palm meeting warm, rough skin; wrong, he thinks.
(He doesn’t flinch when Cas’ grip tightens; rather, he reciprocates it, his thumb brushing Cas’ knuckle.)
I swear I’ll fix this is all he hopes his gestures say.
End
Title: Doubt Not For Me
Rating: PG
Pairing: past!Dean/future!Castiel
Words: 100
Summary: He doesn’t flinch when Cas’ grip tightens.
Spoilers: for 5x04.
Disclaimer: pfff, not mine.
A/N: title from the same Flogging Molly song I steal for past!Dean/future!Castiel fics. And, I haven't written a drabble in ages and I'm obsessed with 5x04. That'd be it.
They stop the car; Cas lays his hand, palm upward, on the gear shift.
(A pill falls down.)
“Could... could you? For a minute?” he asks; Dean doesn’t get it. Cas turns and he looks like a man who knows he’s going to die very soon; and Dean gets it.
“Yeah,” he whispers, his voice choked. He interlaces his fingers with Cas’, carefully, his palm meeting warm, rough skin; wrong, he thinks.
(He doesn’t flinch when Cas’ grip tightens; rather, he reciprocates it, his thumb brushing Cas’ knuckle.)
I swear I’ll fix this is all he hopes his gestures say.
End
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Date: 2009-11-15 08:18 pm (UTC)This was beautifully sad <33
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Date: 2009-11-15 10:26 pm (UTC)