[ dean beams, and cuffs Steve on the back of the head and a jostle by the nape of his neck, and Steve- god. it's actually kind of pathetic, how the second, maybe two, fills inside his chest. it feels like such a change from where they'd been just moments before, or even minutes, out on the snow with geralt, but there's no point in Steve trying to act like it isn't where he'd hoped to be.
where he always hopes to be, if he's being pathetically honest with himself.
he's an adult, is the thing. he's older than most adults in actual years thanks to the magic of abraxas and what it has meant since they're all living here. he shouldn't be this dependent- or, maybe dependent isn't the right word. maybe it's desperate, maybe it's hopeful, maybe it's...eh. doesn't matter.
dean says good, and Steve just huffs a laugh, has to physically hold back the way he wants to break out into a near-matching grin of his own. dean claps Steve on the back, mentions getting a drink and showing off, and Steve nods. follows him back into the house like this is the most normal, casual, regular conversation for them to have. like the day hadn't shaken Steve to his core, because dean has pretty effectively straightened it all back up again. ]
Yeah, yeah. But don't get your hopes up- still figuring this out, remember?
[ the rest of the evening follows. the rest of this time together follows.
and dean isn't the only one who will remember it. ]
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where he always hopes to be, if he's being pathetically honest with himself.
he's an adult, is the thing. he's older than most adults in actual years thanks to the magic of abraxas and what it has meant since they're all living here. he shouldn't be this dependent- or, maybe dependent isn't the right word. maybe it's desperate, maybe it's hopeful, maybe it's...eh. doesn't matter.
dean says good, and Steve just huffs a laugh, has to physically hold back the way he wants to break out into a near-matching grin of his own. dean claps Steve on the back, mentions getting a drink and showing off, and Steve nods. follows him back into the house like this is the most normal, casual, regular conversation for them to have. like the day hadn't shaken Steve to his core, because dean has pretty effectively straightened it all back up again. ]
Yeah, yeah. But don't get your hopes up- still figuring this out, remember?
[ the rest of the evening follows. the rest of this time together follows.
and dean isn't the only one who will remember it. ]