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So I probably won't get anything down for NaNoWriMo this year, since I'm in the planning bit of my writing (and I do need a bit of a plan so I know what I'm doing), but hey, that just leaves more time for my fics! Speaking of which, the first chapter of Behind Closed Doors is up and I hope it turned out okay!
And what even was WITH the latest episode? THAT LAST LINE! And Amara's getting too damn creepy for her own good…
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129. Scarf
"Nothing like the days after Christmas, when everyone can stop carrying on about some holiday that got jacked from the pagans and commercialised," Dean sighed happily, leaning back in his chair in the bunker's main room.
"I like Christmas!" Rose said indignantly.
"Good for you, princess," Dean said. Rose gave him a bitchface and deliberately began to hum a Christmas carol loudly.
"Dean, stop picking on Rosie," Sam said as he entered the room with a tray of four steaming mugs. Rose smiled sweetly at a glaring Dean and took one of the mugs.
"I wasn't! Was I, Cas?" Dean said. Castiel looked up from his book.
"I didn't see anything but I believe that I have to side with Dean as he is my lover," he said. Dean grinned triumphantly.
"Atta boy, Cas!" He snatched up Castiel's blue scarf, which was lying on the table where Castiel had left it, and looped it around Castiel's neck, pulling him close to Dean. Castiel could feel his heart beginning to race and heat beginning to flood his body and he marvelled at the fact that, despite having been Dean's lover for nearly two years and in love with him for many more, he still felt as though he was freshly falling in love with every day that passed.
"Gotta love winter, right?" Dean smirked. Castiel knew that his face was red by how hot it felt. "Woolly lassos and hot boyfriends…who needs hot chocolate and heating systems?"
He leaned in and pressed his lips to Castiel's, sending fire shooting through Castiel's veins. Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean's neck, bringing him even closer, and returned the kiss just as forcefully. He agreed wholeheartedly with Dean; his human was far more efficient at warming him than traditional methods of heating!
"So…do you guys want your hot chocolates or can we drink them?" Rose chimed in. Dean waved her off and began to drag Cas backwards in the direction of their bedroom, still keeping him ensnared with the scarf and his mouth. "Do they even need to breathe?"
"Doesn't look like it," Sam replied. "You wanna give that a go?"
In the hallway, Castiel vaguely heard Rose burst out laughing and call Sam smooth but as Dean heaved him towards their room, he couldn't find it in himself to care about anything except his own personal heating device in his arms.