Starvingdognatural Oneshots
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Cas, too, has settled into this rhythm of theirs; He's started a garden in the back, 'cause they somehow scrounged up a place with a lotta room in the backyard, and Cas decided that, well, they oughta do something with it since they have it. Something or other about being good stewards, Dean's not quite sure, but he knows that Cas looks all soft and content now, when he's got grime to clean out from under his nails and dust to wash from his hair. It's— It's good, to see Cas smoothed out a bit around the edges. Sea glass, buffed by the current and sand. Safe to handle.
Not that he was dangerous, though he had the power to be, just that he was... was distant. Something Dean wasn't supposed to hold.
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starvingdognatural oneshot, on the way it makes you hungry to grow.
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- Part 1 of Starvingdognatural Oneshots
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So he doesn't mention it, until one day when the sun hangs heavy like a sailing vessel in the sky. Sunk in the waves. He doesn't mention it, until he does, because it feels like they've finally hit the culmination of it all. The make-it-or-break-it moment, where they're too tired to side-step it, and, like a broken leg mostly healed, they've become strong enough to put weight on it. Probably. Most likely, at least.
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Dean cuts Cas' hair, and they ache.
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- Part 2 of Starvingdognatural Oneshots
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I'm a Resonant Body (With Knuckles and Lungs) by SewingNatural
Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005)
31 Jul 2023
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But oh, Dean surprises Cas then, surprises himself maybe by the way his eyes go wide. Almost like he's pleading. Like he's asking Cas to accept not because Dean is kind, but because he is selfish.
"I could do it," he says, fast, stumbling over the words like they climbed out of him without him meaning them too. "I'm handy with a pair of clippers, and it don't need to look too fancy just to keep it outta your face. If you— if you don't want it to be a stranger," Dean pauses, voice soft as the hide of a rabbit, whispering like the Sun can't hear this thing he is admitting to Cas. "If you don't want it to be a stranger, I could do it."
How much is Cas supposed to accept? How much is he allowed to take?
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Cas is still learning how to be hungry. It is not always kind to him. Dean is learning how to be gentle. The second part to the haircut fic.
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- Part 3 of Starvingdognatural Oneshots
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It's still well-starched and slightly stiff, the quilt. Not yet worn in and softened down by years of wear, Cas knows. But it will be, soon. Worn in with the fondness of life, same as the stairs that bow in their center, decades of bare and socked feet running up and tiptoeing down them. He's quietly excited for it. For it to hit him, one day. To realise how he has settled into himself and into this house and into this life. How lovely it will be to recognize and anticipate the rhythms of his life. Oh, how he will cherish it…
For now he creeps to his doorway, feet shuffling softly over the floor as he picks his way through the darkness. The rain covers the house in a shield of sound. Bright, shining sound. Thunder rolling over them like the grumble of a sleeping animal, growling in its dreams. Cas can smell the storm, its mugginess saturating the air, and he breathes it in hungrily.
or.. They're building a home, together.
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- Part 4 of Starvingdognatural Oneshots