Squinting. Squinting /so hard/— Dean is ashamed. Of course he is. Coward. Oh, good. Dean decided to kiss him. And he will return the kiss, making it filthy and messy. Before shoving Dean away and glaring at him. “Ashamed much?” Yes, Castiel is calling out on his shit.

Okay, that— threw him off. Narrowing his eyes at Dean, tilting his head to the side. Analyzing. Confused. “Then why did you look around before kissing me?”

That look on Dean’s eyes... Still a little confused, but his stern looks softens and he gives a little nod. “Alright.” Castiel won’t question it nor ask about it. For now.

“Of course.” He knows better than to force Dean into talking about something he’s obviously not ready to talk about. Making sure no one is around, Castiel will close the distance and give him a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Then he flashes Dean a wink & starts to walk away.

Dean is bringing him in and kissing him and he can’t help but to return the kiss, smiling into it. After a few moments he breaks the connection, one hand sliding down Dean’s arm slowly until its pulled away completely. There’s voices around which means people are close.

A—nd that’s what he expected from the beginning. He chuckles silently, watching Dean go. What is that saying he heard people say? ‘I hate to see you go but I love to watch you walk away’? Yes, something along those lines.

E x t r e m e l y / a m u s e d / ~

Dean can’t ignore him forever and he knows it. “Hey, Dean?“

There is /no/ scenario in which Castiel won’t notice Dean. He’s just going to— —flash him a wink before continuing to talk to people around him and pretending to ignore the hunter like nothing happened.

He heard that, but can’t bring himself to be upset about it, knowing where it’s coming from. Castiel wants to yell ‘you wish’ so bad, but he controls himself. For now, he will just wave at Dean, looking smug as fuck. “Goodbye, Dean ~.” /SO/ amused...

Just tugs at the prodıgαl 𝖘͟𝖔͟𝖓 ⛧’s wrist, making pouty lips. “Do you want some cuddles?”

Ungracefully / flops / on the chair. Drinking night it is…

||: A—nd bed time for me ~.

He will slid another note inside a pocket of one of the prodıgαl 𝖘͟𝖔͟𝖓 ⛧’s flannels. He will find it someday ~.

||: A—nd good night 💙

||: 🙂🙃🙂🙃

||: This. I’ll be back soon 💙

Oh? Is the Fearless Leader missing his second in command? That is... cute.

“Hmm.” Castiel can definitely tell. He’s a ‘Dean reader’. Takes the bottle from Dean and takes a chug, eyes on the other, defiantly.

A barely there smirk paints his lips. “Nothing.” Another sip, letting the amber liquid drip down his chin, just like Dean did /that/ other day...