pantheonofdiscord:

Dean really likes
the new coat.

Like, really likes it.

He likes the way it sits across Cas’ shoulders, fitted and
tight but not so tight that it bunches. It tapers in, just a little, at the
waist, and when Cas holds his arm in just the right way, Dean can see the
holy-hot-damn curve of his bicep,
lightly defined, even through the fabric.

It’s a bit longer than the old one, and it’s got this
really, really damn nice flow to it
when Cas walks around. There’s a weight to it.

Dean likes the fabric, too. He likes the darker colour, the
way it looks next to the new, blue tie. He likes the heavier feel, the way the
canvas catches on the calluses of his fingertips.

What he likes most, though, are the lapels. He likes how
damn… grabbable they are. He
likes – he loves – fisting his hands
in them, curling his fingers into the thick fabric and yanking Cas in.

He loves holding
Cas in place, just so, and kissing him within an inch of his life.