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[forestcrap]

After the hole is sealed and Ninurta's done away with, your entire party is bippity bopped to the other side of the forest. If there were stragglers that got separated, you're all in one place again. If you lost gear, weapons, phones, whatever, it's back on your person, functional again. If you lost any organs you're on your own though. No but basically you've been bewitched to safety out of the forest and the evil noises have stopped, you're homefree, homies. There's a crow perched on a rundown fence post along the road watching you with beady little eyes before it takes off back into the forest.

The map takes you to a rundown little bed and breakfast not but a fifteen minute walk out that looks like it was abandoned a while ago. No foul play, just closed for business, the economy is rough when you're located next to a haunted forest. Feel free to avail yourself of its beds, there's no room service but least you don't have to pay.

[Mission: get your bearings, make sure all your shits there, do a headcount, follow the road. call dibs on a room. rest up]

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[sawedoff]

[raises eyebrows at him mid-swallow. leans over to set empty beer bottle on the floor opposite side]

Good thing I love camping. [he fucking hates camping] Not like it matters to you, sleepless in Seattle. You don't have to bunk with a leggy teenager that sleep-kicks.

[inenochian]

[ there are only two teenagers in their group: neri and faith. for planting the idea of bunking with either of them, dean earns another nose scrunching. ]

[ but then he's struck with a sudden urge to ask something, the answer one that only an observer would know. ]

Do I sleep kick?

[sawedoff]

[actually icarus though he's not actually a teenager dean just thinks of him like one because he acts like it. there's only a couple people in this group dean would deign to share anything nearing a sleeping vicinity with and it's cas clara nick and him. family runner ups.]

No you sleep like you're planking.

[leans back against headboard and lays an arm over his middle, glancing to him with the judgey eyebrows as he pulls a pillow out from under his butt to get comfortable]

FYI you're doing the whole agreeing not to talk about it thing wrong.

[inenochian]

[ startles out of a strange little moment of self-reflection that dean's revelation brought on. he'd just assumed he would have tossed and turned and made noises, or kicked and thrashed while sleeping, since the entire process is one that he's had little practice doing and can still be fairly uncomfortable. learning that he sleeps like a plank of wood, which he assumes means very still and rigid, is interesting. ]

[ still, dean's reluctance to acknowledge what's happened, the few moments that aren't really few anymore, isn't getting less frustrating. ]

I generally do things wrong when they don't make sense to me.

[sawedoff]

[watches him for a drawn out moment with something akin to mirrored rising frustration before breaking off with a short sigh]

Yeah well I don't talk about crap that doesn't make sense to me.

[folds his other arm in against his chest defensively and crosses his feet at the ankle like that'll be the end of that]

[inenochian]

[ watches his repositioning, trying to sort out what his body language is saying.
communicating, but not talking. ]

[ it's impressive that, for all humans are limited by physical bodies and senses, they've managed to take advantage of all the tools available in order to convey thoughts and emotions between their unmergeable minds.]

[ makes a deliberate choice to follow suit, to rearrange his limbs to speak for him. the one foot that had stayed on the floor, anticipating the need to leave, joins his other on the bed. ]

[sawedoff]

[shifts his elbows against his side restlessly as he watches him invite himself, mouth open to protest but not quite getting there. he casts a look up to the locked door before down at his lap with a drop of his eyebrows and a wry kind of smile, not for any enjoyment but more the sort that he gets when he's too confused for life.

drops his arms out of their defensive fold and sits up to swing his legs over the side of the bed, rubbing his hand over his eyebrow like something out of a viagra ad]

[inenochian]

[ interprets that as a pretty strong cue that he's just made a mistake, and shifts his weight again to get his feet back on the floor. there's a difference between pushing and outright disrespecting a boundary, he gets that much. ]

[sawedoff]

[kind of twists around on the mattress when it creaks as cas' weight shifts again and looks back down after sucking in a breath like steeling himself before reaching over to grab his shoulder, push him back into the pillows. he's leaning over him before he has time to talk himself out of it, all one movement like, breathing out the held breath through his nose against the closed-lipped kiss]

[inenochian]

[ the bed at his back is a surprise, so comparatively, what comes next is enough to shock him right out of keeping his vessel's heart beating. at the stillness in his chest, his first thought is did i just die again?

it comes rushing back, the need for the heart to beat and the lungs to fill, and his next inhalation is soaked in the scent of dean, sweat, and rainwater. cas's hand spasms open and closed when his heart lurches back into motion, zero to sixty and pounding in his chest as he stares up at dean's freckled eyelids. he remembers learning that he ought to close his eyes so he does, but he can't think of when or how he learned it. once his hand relaxes, he drops it from it's startled suspension onto dean's shoulder. ]

[sawedoff]

[aw fuck did he kill him.]

[kept it pg, nothing but a curl of fingers against his shoulder and the stubborn, experimental brush of his mouth against cas'. it's a slow pressure, doesn't even move his mouth against his or move his hands to involve himself more in it, more like a statement than a kiss. he's already pulling back at the touch to his shoulder, watching him uneasily and breath coming too fast with the nerve it took to work up to that much]

[inenochian]

[ also breathing too fast, though not as much from nerves. he doesn't try and stop dean from leaning back, but his hand doesn't fall from where it settled on his shoulder either. ]

[ he pries his eyes back open, which is more difficult than he anticipated given the fact he'd forgotten to close them in the first place. now the nerves are setting in; he opens his mouth to say something, he isn't sure what but something, only for dean's face and his words about crap he doesn't understand to make him change his mind. instead of talking he just shifts his hand a little lower on dean's shoulder, fitting it with perfect accuracy even through the sleeves, and holds on. ]

[sawedoff]

[tilts chin to watch the hand before looking back to him, stuck kind of hovering over him. cas has that look like, he's saying the thing without the words and it doesn't take dean long to catch on, breaking into a hesitant lopsided half-smile with a nod like yes, yeah. that.]

[inenochian]

[ shoulders relax against the pillow, and he realizes he'd been tensing for a different reaction. but now both of his feet are still hanging mid-air over the side of the mattress, and his thumb is tracing circles in the fabric of dean's sleeve, and with the way his abdomen feels like it keeps flipping it's like he's weightless. ]

[ returns the half-smile, though it's less hesitant and more hopeful, chin tilting up. ]

[sawedoff]

[dude you're getting a lot of gay in my gay right now]

[tucks chin against chest to look down between them before shifting, digging a knee into the blanket at his hip with a palm braced at the mattress over his shoulder to climb up and sink against his mouth, edge of his jacket sweeping against his middle as it hangs down in the space between them. he brings the hand at his shoulder up over his neck, trailing a thumb over his jaw, quiet hitch of a noise muffled against his mouth. it's like if he slows down to really think about it he'll screw it up, and there's this and it's good and he just wants to go a few minutes without getting it screwed up]

[inenochian]

[ yeah, "good" describes it, but in the same way that "old" describes a mountain. he lifts upward into it, supplying his own side of pressure to their closed lips, jaw rocking slow under the brush of thumb as he works his mouth across dean's. it's only slanting this way, then that, pursing against top lip, then bottom, nothing more, but all of his focus is on the resulting sensations.

his idle hand leaves the lumpy mattress and scales dean's right arm, mirroring the left hand when it pauses at the shoulder for a beat before continuing. it lands in the shorn short hair along dean's nape and he leaves it there, fingers curling and uncurling with the rhythm of dean's breathing. ]

[sawedoff]

[his breath is coming in disjointed huffs as he pulls away after dragging his mouth over the corner of cas', hitting rough stubble and kind of pausing there to laugh to himself]

I feel like I need to send out a formal apology to all the chicks I've given beard burn.

[figures the first thing he'd say during all this is like the least meaningful thing he could come up with. he hovers there, swallows hard and draws his tongue over his lip, hand stilled at cas' shoulder]

[inenochian]

[ the puff of a laugh makes him curious, and he blinks his eyes open like someone coming out of anesthesia, struggling and slow to focus. it's halfway through dean's sentence before cas even registers that he's talking. he sort of tuned out human speech somewhere around the first touch of lips, focusing on nonverbal language since it was netting much better results in this conversation. that's why there's a bit of a delay before he laughs, one quick sighing burst of it with his lip drawn up over his teeth. ]

It..it does chafe. A bit.

[sawedoff]

Yeah.

[his reaction just makes him laugh more, dropping his forehead to his shoulder so he doesn't sound like a maniac for finding something so dumb so funny. his hand slides down and away as he pulls off of him, settling on his back next to him with an exhale in the general direction of the ceiling. but the punchdrunk smile that mirrored cas' doesn't last long, slipping away with the onslaught of what ifs and what nows]

[inenochian]

[ when dean pulls back, cas' arms just sink to his sides on the bed, boneless and lethargic. he feels like a stretched spring that's been released, no longer tensed but coiled up tight potential energy. he feels caught in that moment midflight when his wings give out, before he starts to plummet. hearing dean's weighted exhale at his side, he rolls his face on the pillow toward him. ]

[ runs his tongue over his buzzing mouth and tries, very hard, to read dean's mind without actually reading his mind. ]

Dean.

[sawedoff]

[tilts face to the side against pillow to meet his look but doesn't hold it for long, moving an arm up over his eyes to try and stave off the wave of what am i doings for a little while longer]

You know the pillow talk part is supposed to come after the banging.

[waves his other hand at him or at least in his general direction]

[inenochian]

Who's talking?

[ with the arm obscuring his eyes, dean put himself at a bit of a disadvantage here. it's all the edge cas needs to be able to throw himself over dean, one knee at his hip and the other in the space between his bowed thighs.

both of his hands, not boneless now they've got a renewed purpose, reach for dean. one of them grabs the wrist that's dangling beside dean's brow, pins it there to keep him from dropping the arm. he buries the fingers of the other in the longer hair on top of dean's head, raking it into a mess as he slots their mouths back together and parts his lips. ]

[sawedoff]

Cas-

[it's more of a surprised exhale than a protest, but he does buck up at the hand at his wrist reflexively, only settling down when his mouth is over his again. his shoulders sink against the mattress and he tips his head back with a groan, bringing his other hand up to clutch at the first thing it can find, the front of cas' coat to drag him down into it, opening his mouth against his in kind and grazing his tongue against his lip]

[inenochian]

[ groans in kind, back curling as he's pulled in. the fingers around dean's wrist give a squeeze, gratitude or maybe encouragement, and he chases the touch of tongue with his lips before opening them wider to draw it in. ]

[sawedoff]

[pulls wrist through his grip until their fingers brush and he takes cas' wrist instead, pulling his arm up over his head as he leans up to press into his mouth harder. he lifts his knee between cas' legs to wedge his thigh against him while he struggles to get his jacket off one-handed, mumbling muffled noises that could be an attempt at words cas probably doesn't want to hear of the god variety]