Cas' hands are always warm, and the skin of his palms is surprisingly soft. Dean should probably be used to it by now, but it still gets to him, makes him smile like an idiot just because he's allowed to feel it. He likes Cas' hands. They're awesome. And Sam can make all the bitchfaces he wants, but Dean isn't going to stop enjoying Cas' hands just because they're in public.
Right now, Sam is ignoring them completely, staring at the window displays they walk past like they're the most fascinating thing in the world. Dean suspects he's pretending he doesn't know them at all, but he's not bothered. Cas' hand is in his, their fingers entwined, and Dean is rubbing his thumb over Cas' bony knuckles, back and forth, back and forth. He likes the way it makes Cas' face soften, the way it makes the lines around his eyes smooth out just a tiny bit. He knows the angel is indulging him, but he also knows Cas would never let him do it if he didn't secretly enjoy it. Cas is just as much of a PDA slut as Dean is, he just hides it better.
Sam shoots them a disgruntled look, sighs, and them tips his head towards an ice cream truck he's apparently spotted in his attempt to look at anything but them.
"Want to add some actual sugar to all the disgusting sweetness floating around?" he asks, and Dean is in too good a mood to even try and be offended. He just pulls on Cas' hand, smiles when Cas' grip tightens just a bit, and starts the age-old debate of chocolate versus vanilla with Sam. Ice cream sounds awesome.
My D/C muses! They have returned! \o/ Thank you for this wonderful prompt, and I hope you enjoy my fill. :)
Re: PROMPT: (Supernatural D/C)- PDA
Right now, Sam is ignoring them completely, staring at the window displays they walk past like they're the most fascinating thing in the world. Dean suspects he's pretending he doesn't know them at all, but he's not bothered. Cas' hand is in his, their fingers entwined, and Dean is rubbing his thumb over Cas' bony knuckles, back and forth, back and forth. He likes the way it makes Cas' face soften, the way it makes the lines around his eyes smooth out just a tiny bit. He knows the angel is indulging him, but he also knows Cas would never let him do it if he didn't secretly enjoy it. Cas is just as much of a PDA slut as Dean is, he just hides it better.
Sam shoots them a disgruntled look, sighs, and them tips his head towards an ice cream truck he's apparently spotted in his attempt to look at anything but them.
"Want to add some actual sugar to all the disgusting sweetness floating around?" he asks, and Dean is in too good a mood to even try and be offended. He just pulls on Cas' hand, smiles when Cas' grip tightens just a bit, and starts the age-old debate of chocolate versus vanilla with Sam. Ice cream sounds awesome.
My D/C muses! They have returned! \o/ Thank you for this wonderful prompt, and I hope you enjoy my fill. :)