Ice Cream on Pavement

Voice rough from the burn of cigarettes and with his hands on Dean's waist, Cas says "You've got hips like a woman." Dean leans back against the sofa while Cas crowds over him, hands trailing up and down his sides like he's mapping where Dean starts and ends. Dean lets the smoke out of his breath with a laugh and Cas looks up, eyes sparkling and dilated. There's no malice, no accusations, no disgust or perturbed look on his face that most guys get when they start to catch on before Dean gets the chance to pony up and tell them. No. No. There's none of that, only reverence and love and enough weed to go around for the two of them. And yeah- yeah Dean's got hips like a girl. He's got a mouth like one too. Soft lashes with a sharp jaw and a little bit of stubble thanks to T.