The Mark of Cain
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āļøFirst Snowāļø
The park is quiet. Snow falls like someone turned the worldās volume down. The pine trees stand tall and still, dusted in white, and the old wooden bench creaks slightly beneath them. Dean shifts in his coat, pretending not to notice how close Cas is sitting. Cas, of course, doesnāt notice subtle things like āpersonal space.ā Or maybe he does, and just doesnāt care. Deanās fingers twitch beside Casās hand. He could say something. He could lean in. He couldā Cas does it first. No warning, no angelic prelude. Just a soft press of lips, gentle and certain, like heās known this was coming for years (because he has). Dean freezes for half a second ā then kisses back, eyes fluttering closed, one hand finding Casās knee like he needs to anchor himself. They pull apart slowly, and Cas tilts his head like heās analyzing Deanās soul again. āThat was acceptable?ā Dean laughs, low and a little breathless. āYeah, Cas. That was real damn acceptable.ā They sit like that for a while ā coats brushing, knees touching, hands loosely tangled on the bench thatās definitely too cold to sit on, but suddenly feels like the warmest place in the world. Somewhere in the distance, a car honks. The moment doesnāt break. Because for once, there's nothing chasing them. No apocalypse. No monsters. Just this. Snow, quiet. Them. And a kiss that finally, finally happened.
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hi there, i just wanted to say that your art is really cool!! i love how detailed their faces are, the expressions are so perfect, and the background designs are very creative :]
Thank you sm! This means a ton to me!!
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Hi, gonna start posting Supernatural art here!