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“Cas，我不知道你是否要进去。他一醒来就处于一种盲目的怒火之中，而你却并非处于力量最强的状态。”Sam在Cas打开门的时候警告他。
他能听见摔东西的声音，但他必须亲眼确定。因此，他还是打开了门，瞬间对上Dean深不可测的黑眼睛。Dean，或者在Dean身体里的那东西，对着Cas低吼，但他没有冲上来也没有试图逃跑。
“Cas，说真的，你不该……”
Cas已经迈入门槛。Dean仍然全身紧绷地站在房间中间，但他没有发起攻击。Cas空着手，投降似的缓缓靠近他。当他站定在Dean面前，而那恶魔仍然没有攻击他，他无法控制住自己不更靠近一些。
“Cas，停下！”Sam喊着，但太迟了。Cas的手已经捧上了Dean的下巴。他能从他指尖下他们肌肤相触的地方感受到他的温度，但Dean没有推开他。
“Dean。”他轻声说，想要从他漆黑的眼里寻找出一丝熟稔。
恶魔眨了一下眼，然后一双苔藓绿色的眼睛回望了Cas。Dean什么都没说，但他倚靠上了Cas的触碰。“你仍然是个正直的人类。”Cas将靠过去，让他们的额头贴在一起，轻轻耳语。
“你仍然是个带翅膀的小蠢货。”Dean以气声回应，近乎耳语。Cas感觉到他的身体因控制激动而轻颤。“别以为这意味着你能随心所欲地改装我的宝贝了。”Dean对Sam说。“Cas，你该走了。”他警告Cas然后轻轻推开他。
Cas犹豫了，但他看到黑色缓缓地在Dean眼里扩散，尽管他在与它对抗，但无济于事。“我们会帮助你，Dean。Sam和我，我们会救你。”Cas向他保证，然后缓缓转身向Sam走去。
“没有什么还留着让你们去拯救了。”恶魔低吼着发出刺耳的笑声，但Cas知道他在撒谎，因为Cas曾经将Dean支离破碎的灵魂拼凑起来，而若有必要他不介意再做一次，即使这会燃尽每一缕他剩下的偷来的荣光。
然而现在，他们唯一能做的就是关上门，不让Dean有机会做任何他可能会后悔的事。

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"Cas, I don’t know if you want to go in there. He’s been in a blind rage since he woke up, and you aren’t exactly at full power," Sam warns as Cas unlocks the door.
He can hear things being thrown, but he has to see for himself. So, he opens the door, and his eyes immediately meet the fathomless black of Dean’s. Dean, or the thing wearing him, snarls at Cas, but he doesn’t run forward or attempt escape.
"Cas, really, you shouldn’t go…"
Cas is already across the threshold. Dean continues to stand menacingly across the room, but he doesn’t attack. Cas approaches slowly with his hands out in surrender. When he stands directly in front of Dean, and the demon still does not attack, he can’t stop himself from reaching up.
"Cas, no!" Sam shouts, but it’s too late. Cas’ hands already cup Dean’s jaw. He can feel the heat under his fingers where their connection burns, but Dean doesn’t pull away.
"Dean," he says softly as he searches the black for any recognition.
The demon blinks, then suddenly moss green eyes look back at Cas. Dean doesn’t say anything, but he leans into Cas’ touch. “You are still the righteous man,” Cas whispers as he leans forward to press their foreheads together.
"You’re still a nerdy little dude with wings," Dean breathes back in barely a whisper. Cas can feel him shaking to keep himself from lashing out. "And don’t think this means you can priss up Baby," Dean calls over to Sam. "Cas, you’ve got to go," he warns before lightly pushing Cas away.
Cas hesitates, but he watches the black slowly bleed back into Dean’s eyes, as though he’s fighting it but can’t win. “We’ll help you, Dean. Sam and I, we’ll save you,” Cas promises as he backs slowly toward Sam.
"There’s nothing left to save," the demon snarls with a cutting laughing, but Cas knows it’s a lie. It’s a lie, because Cas has pieced together Dean’s blackened soul once, and he’ll do it again if he needs to, even if it burns out every last bit of his stolen grace.
For now though, all they can do is shut the door and keep Dean from doing anything he would regret.

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“好了。”Dean搓了搓手。“游泳池。”
Cas踢了踢颜色明亮的儿童充气泳池的边缘，它晃了晃，画在泳池上的小青蛙们也晃了晃。“整整800升蒸馏水。”
“盐。”
Sam搬过来12袋10磅的粗盐，“在这儿。”
“很好。”Dean眨眨眼，他的眼睛在他把衣服从头上脱下来之后变成了黑色，脱下了他的牛仔裤露出印着红花的泳裤，踢踏着脱掉鞋。“来吧。”
Cas不确定地轻轻摇了摇头，看着Dean扑通地跳进充气泳池的中间。Sam毫不担心，因为Dean决定了让他们在这样一个闷热的日子里这样做，因而他只是忙于用一个电子秤计量粗盐。
“10克盐，”Sam说，“放进800升水里。”
当这些晶莹的颗粒缓缓沉入水中，他们全都屏住了呼吸。他们涂掉了一只青蛙。Dean耸了耸肩，“没感觉。”
“这样永远也干不完。”Cas提出。
“对，但科学就是这样，”Dean指出，“再来点儿盐，Sammy。”

先占沙发

“Do you love Cas?” Sam asks one day, blurting it out after dealing with their shit for far too long.
Dean looks away from the television and frowns at him, “Huh?”
Sam takes a deep breath in, waiting for the inevitable of Dean to yell at him, “Do you love Cas?”
Surprisingly, Dean doesn’t shout, in fact he looks at Sam like he’s the biggest idiot in the universe, “Course I do, it’s Cas,” Dean shrugs, “He’s family.”
Sam sighs because that isn’t what he means dammit. Warily, he looks over at Dean and tries to decide on whether to push it any further or not. Dean’s cooperating at the moment but when he feels like he’s being cornered, he fights back and Sam figures that if he tries to force the issue, the conversation may end up with Dean storming off and not speaking to him for a week.
Sam’s decision, however, is made when Dean carries on to speak.
“Just like you love him,” Dean states with another shrug.
“No,” Sam disagrees before he can even stop himself.
Dean’s gaze snaps back onto Sam, eyes narrowing as he argues, “You don’t love Cas? What the fuck dude?” Dean shuts the television off and plonks the remote onto the coffee table with far too much rigour than necessary, “After everything we’ve been through with him and you don’t think he’s family?”
“No, I do see him as family,” Sam tries to quickly dissipate the situation because of course Dean had to take what Sam had said in the completely wrong fucking way, “I love him like a brother, I do,” Sam placates before adding a little hesitatingly, “Unlike you.”
This only somehow makes Dean angrier, his nostrils flaring as he crosses his arms defensively, “So what, you’re saying I don’t love him?”
“No,” Sam takes a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose because he loves his brother to death, he does, but sometimes he can be really fucking difficult to talk to, “What I’m saying is, I love Cas like a brother,” Sam lets that sink in before adding, “You love Cas in a different way to that,” his voice softens, “Something more.”
As soon as the words are out of his mouth, Dean averts his gaze, jaw strengthening as he suddenly finds the coffee table to be the most interesting thing in the room. Sam watches him for a moment because honestly, he’d kind of been expecting Dean to try and deny it, to get angry or to shut it down and call Sam an idiot before slinking off and never mentioning it again. But Dean doesn’t deny it, doesn’t even try to, he just stays where he’s sitting, a slight blush to his cheeks as he takes shaky breaths in and out.
“Are you-” Sam asks quietly, “Are you ever going to tell him?”
Dean locks his gaze back to Sam, the younger brother in shock at how how fucking sad his eyes are before they’re quickly masked with disbelief, “And why the fuck would I do that?” Dean asks angrily, “Why the fuck would I go tell him that and ruin everything? If I tell him, I’ll fuck everything up,” Dean turns his face away but not quick enough for Sam to miss the way his eyes are starting to water, hands bunching into tight fists, “He doesn’t feel the same way about me. If I tell him, he won’t want to be in the same room as me, let alone-”
Sam’s ready to interrupt, to tell his big brother that he’s being a fucking idiot because of course Cas feels the same way, of course Cas loves him. Sam opens his mouth to tell him, to ask him how Dean has somehow not noticed the way Cas looks at him like he’s the entire world, how sometimes Dean is the only person that can make Cas smile, how when Cas passes a coffee to Dean in the morning, his hand lingers over Dean’s far too long to be platonic. Yet, just he is about to speak, Cas storms into the room, slamming the door open with conviction, eyes ablaze. Sam’s eyes widen because this really hadn’t been part of the plan, though by Dean’s accusatory gaze Sam’s way, he seems to think so.
Before Sam can defend himself and say that he hadn’t known that Cas had been listening in, Castiel growls, stomping his way to where Dean is sitting, “You couldn’t be more wrong Dean Winchester.”
“I-” Dean looks bewildered, eyes darting to Sam and back to Cas, “I didn’t-” he stumbles on his words, “We were just-”
Apparently, Castiel isn’t in the mood for any of Dean’s shit today because he cuts Dean off by cupping his cheeks roughly, bringing Dean’s face closer to him before he slams their mouths together. Before Dean can understand what’s happening, Cas pulls away, still cupping his cheeks as he rumbles out, “I love you, you infuriating, stubborn-”
The few seconds give Dean the apparent chance to catch up, his mouth agape for a moment, eyes full of wonder as he looks up at Cas. Another second passes and then his face breaks into a grin and fuck, Sam hasn’t seen his brother that happy in a really long time, maybe not even ever.
Still grinning, it’s Dean’s turn to interrupt Cas, grabbing a hold of Cas’ hips and tugging at him, Cas falling pliantly into his lap with a surprised noise, arms wrapping around Dean’s neck to steady himself. And with that, Dean is kissing Cas like there’s no fucking tomorrow, one hand settling in Cas’ hair, the other sliding up the back of Cas’ t-shirt.
Sam’s not sure whether they’ve completely forgotten his existence or they’ve reached a point where they just don’t fucking care but when Dean starts fucking sucking on Cas’ neck, Cas’ head tipping back as he moans Dean’s name, Sam takes that as his cue to leave and run far, far, to the other side of the bunker so he won’t hear anything that will thoroughly scar him for life.
Even with the disturbing sounds emitting from the room as he shuts the door behind him, Sam finds himself smiling because honestly, when he’d been planning on asking Dean about his true feelings for Cas, he’d expected maybe an admittance, if that. He really hadn’t expected this. But hey, Sam is definitely not going to complain that he’s somehow brought the two idiots together.
After all, it’s about fucking time.
He just prays that they won’t leave any dodgy stains on the couch.

"What?" Dean says."We’re watching a movie and having drinks," Castiel says. "I had a date tonight after all."Dean shakes his head. “Come on, man.”"What’s more," Castiel goes on, "I think I might end up staying the night." Dean grins hugely and claps him on the back. “At least your jokes are getting better,” he says. And Castiel meant it as a joke, he truly did, but that tension still rolls over him in waves, and he wonders what would happen if he were to lean in and touch Dean’s mouth with his own. It’s the first time he’s considered such a notion, and the sudden reaction of his own body frightens him. He gets up, with the pretense of taking another beer, and when he sits back down he makes sure to keep a respectable distance.But when dawn breaks, and Castiel opens his eyes to discover the warmth against his body is Dean’s sleeping form curled up next to his, he doesn’t panic. He takes a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent, and closes his eyes again. He’ll worry about what it means later. For now, he can enjoy it without being scared. Dean is close to him, and that means something’s right with the world. (This is another way it could go…)

我的沙发

每一篇文都很棒，帮我填补了一些空白……

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不过说真的最近刷到的都是923的梗，看来看去感觉都一个样，搞得我现在一看到923的梗就有点反胃（不（。
“这不对。大错特错，Cas。”Dean的声音颤抖着，他把脸藏在手后，焦虑地摇头。
“Dean。”Castiel蹲在床前，这样他就能直视Dean的眼睛了--他仍然拒绝抬头。他把手插进猎人的短发里，越过他的肩膀凝视着门边的镜子。
“别碰我。”Dean扭过头甩掉他的触碰，拉开距离用冷漠的伪装来掩饰被安抚的舒适。
他的眼眸漆黑。
“你竟然还能看着我？”他绝望地问，他的下唇颤抖着而双拳紧握。
“这不是你的错，Dwan。”Cas试图宽慰他，强忍着让眼泪不流下来，看着Dean的低落。
“不是吗？！是我的错。我接受了印记。不论后果如何，Cas！这就是我要说的！”Dean咆哮到，猛地把匕首向Castiel踉跄而来的方向掷去。
它们如此令人难以想象的黑。
“我不是……”话语卡在他的喉咙里，直到他恢复冷静，“我从没想到事情会变成这样。”
Castiel在房间里漫无目的地徘徊，然后安静地挨着Dean在床上坐下。他深呼吸，身子前倾，手肘支着大腿，双手紧捏在膝盖间。他从唇间发出一个单调无声的笑，若有所思地盯着地板。
“我还记得我第一次见到你的时候，”Cas开始说，带着一个悲伤的笑容，转着拇指玩--一个简单的，能让Dean放松下来的，人类的动作。在内心深处，他想起了他把Dean从炼狱里带回来的那一天，轻轻摇了摇头。“你那么明亮而我无法直视，”微妙的笑容继续逗留在他脸上，“你那么明亮。”
Cas扭过头，抬起眼，再一次直直遇上Dean更加幽黑的视线，毫不畏惧地回望着那一潭陌生的幽暗。他停下语言，试探性地再次伸出手。这一次Dean允许了他捧起他的脸，甚至主动靠进了这温柔的触碰之中。
“你还是你，Dean。”Castiel坚定地对他耳语到，那双迷人的蓝眼睛来回在他脸上逡巡，寻找着这个被黑夜遮蔽的人的眼里任何信仰人性的痕迹。
Castiel无言地看着他，直到Dean在他肯定的眼神下放下心防，放松肩膀的肌肉并且渐渐松开紧握的拳头。
“你身上有那么多的美好，Dean。那么那么多。人性的美好刻印在你的内心。那些你做过的事……你拯救了的人。你只需要记住，没有人……没有任何一个人能把它们从你身上夺走。”Castiel轻声低语，吸进一口空气让眼中泪水无法决堤。他仍然继续深深看进那双幽深的眼里，坚定又恐惧地，他身上的每一寸都在渴望将那些曾闪耀在他眼里的颜色印进心里，还有那些迷人的绿色之中一闪而过的土壤的色泽和蜂蜜威士忌的棕红，而这一切他早已记得那么清。
Dean放任自己迷失在Castiel麻木的专注之中，绝望地想要转开视线藏起自己，但他完全地，无可救药地，被这个他爱着的人的无暇的注视所束缚。他轻轻抽泣了一声便妥协了，捏了捏鼻梁，他的脸几乎要扭曲在他情绪失调的重荷之下。
“我是个怪物。”Dean肯定地呜咽着说。
Castiel的心脏在他的胸腔里猛烈地抽动，他的手臂毫不犹豫地抱上Dean颤抖的肩膀。他把鼻子埋进Dean的头发里，紧紧闭上眼，因嗅到他熟悉的洗发水味道而苦笑，那是一种混杂着硫磺味道的香氛。
“不，”Cas静静地说，一只手伸进Dean的衣服里，抚上他赤裸的背舒缓地抚慰他，直到这些痛苦的抽搐和呜咽全部平息。“你刚刚经历了一场硬仗，”他继续到，嗓音低沉，用力地把一个个吻拓在猎人的头上，“我们会看到结局有多美好。”
慢慢地，Castiel拉开一些距离，优雅地把手滑上Dean的下巴，强迫他抬起头看他。“我们三个，”Cas微笑着用拇指轻蹭着另一个男人的脸颊，用他最大的注意力低头凝视着他。当Dean的眼睛完全恢复成他熟悉的眼白和晶莹的绿色眼仁时，他几乎无法呼吸。这是如此简单，但这就是他所需要的一切证据。
我正直的男人。
Castiel把自己的额头贴上Dean的，他们的鼻子轻轻蹭在一起。Castiel闭上眼，“这就足够了。这一直都足够了。”

"It’s so wrong. It’s so wrong, Cas," Dean’s voice quakes as he hides his face in his hands and hunches forward, rocking anxiously.
"Dean," Castiel crouches down in front of the bed so that he is eye level with Dean whose still refusing to look up. He cards his fingers through the hunter’s short hair and gazes over his shoulder at the shattered mirror near the door.
"Don’t touch me." Dean jerks away at the contact, sacrificing the comfort of masking his face to distance himself.
His eyes are black.
"How can you even look at me?" He asks brokenly, his lower lip trembling and his hands balling into fists.
"This isn’t your fault, Dean," Cas tries to reassure, holding back tears of his own as he watches Dean’s descent.
"Isn’t it?! I did this. I took on the mark. No matter the consequences, Cas! That’s what I said!" Dean booms, shooting daggers across the room at Castiel’s wavering form.
They are so unimaginably black.
"I just didn’t…" his words catch in his throat until he rediscovers his composure, "I didn’t think it would come to this."
Castiel shuffles across the room and quietly seats himself at Dean’s side on the bed. He exhales deep and leans forward, planting his elbows at his thighs and clasping his hands between his knees. A single, breathless laugh pushes past his lips as he stares down at the floor thoughtfully.
"I remember the first time I laid eyes on you," Cas starts, smiling sadly and twiddling his thumbs—a simple, human gesture that makes Dean soften. Inwardly, he reminisces over the day he raised Dean from the pit and shakes his head gingerly. "You were so bright I had to look away," the subtle smile on his face lingers even as he continues, "you were so bright."
Cas twists and lifts his eyes to meet Dean’s darkened gaze again, unflinching when he is greeted with that unfamiliar blackness. He pauses and tentatively reaches out again. This time, Dean lets him cup his cheek and even leans into the tender touch.
"You still are, Dean," Castiel whispers confidently, those brilliant blue eyes darting back and forth purposefully, searching the night-shaded eyes of his righteous man for any sign of belief.
Castiel watches wordlessly as the walls of Dean’s defenses begin to dither under his praise, taking note of the way his shoulders slouch and how his fists gradually unclench.
"There is so much good in you, Dean. So, so much good. The epitome of humanity resides within your very core. The things you’ve done…the things you’ve accomplished. Remember that no one…no one can take that from you," Cas whispers, sucking in a breath of air to keep the tears brimming along his lower lids at bay. He keeps searching those infinite eyes, determination bordering on panic and every inch of his being longing to lock with those earthy hues of brilliant green and honey-whiskey brown that he remembers so well.
Dean loses himself in Castiel’s paralyzing focus,desperately wanting to look away and hide but totally and entirely shackled by the warmth pouring from his lover’s guileless stare. He compromises through a choked sob and pinches the bridge of his nose as his face contorts under the weight of his emotional dissonance.
"I’m a monster," Dean practically whimpers.
Castiel’s heart plunges in his chest and his arms are wrapped around Dean’s trembling shoulders in an instant. He buries his nose in Dean’s hair and screws his eyes shut, smiling dejectedly as the familiar scent of his shampoo penetrates the distinct aroma of sulfur.
"No," Cas quiets him, soothing a hand beneath Dean’s shirt and up his bare back until the pained, jerking sobs subside. "You’ve been dealt a hand," He continues, speaking in low tones and pressing kisses to the side of the hunter’s head, "and we’re going to see how it plays out."
Slowly, Castiel puts some distance between them and delicately slides his hand to Dean’s jaw, urging him to look up. “The three of us,” Cas smiles and swipes his thumb over the other man’s cheek, gazing down at him with the utmost affection. His breath catches in his throat when the fullness of Dean’s eyes dissipates into a familiar contrast of white and green. It’s brief but it’s all the validation he needs.
My righteous man.
Castiel bumps his forehead to Dean’s and nudges his nose intimately with is own before shutting his eyes, “it will be enough. It’s always been enough.”

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