for Derek / Dean / Cas

[iwasmore]

Recently, things had felt off for Noah. Not just everything with Ronan, but with...him. It was becoming difficult to stay corporeal, controlling his body, acting human. It scared him, as much as he tried not to let on. He wasn't sure if it was because he was ending, or if it was something about Darrow. So far, the only one who'd mentioned having any sort of knowledge on the subject was Dean. Granted, he also wanted to separate Noah from the mortal realm, but he wasn't aggressive about it and Noah thought maybe after that monster attack Dean kind of owed it to him not to, well. Kill him.

Noah thought it might be a good idea to ask Dean what he knew about his existence, and to check up on him to make sure he was okay. To further make a show of good will, he decided to bring some elfroot with him. Krem wasn't around, and Noah felt a bit guilty taking some without asking, but he'd just take a little. He packed it in a little bag, along with an apple and the lighter. This also meant he had to walk to Dean's. He couldn't just pop in and out, he wouldn't be able to carry anything with him.

On the way, he blinked out of existence. The baggie and apple fell to the ground. Noah showed up about twenty minutes later, and thankfully they were right where he'd dropped them. He picked them up and continued on his way, resting a hand on his chest where his heart would have been if he still had one.

When he got to Dean's house he stared up at it, re-thinking his decision. Did Dean live with Castiel? What if Castiel yelled at him?

Noah frowned and lurked across the walkway. He nibbled nervously at the hem of his shirt sleeve, and turned around to leave. Maybe another day...

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[always_enduphere]

Dean is having a hard time keeping track of what they're talking about, but he raises his head from where he's been rubbing it against Castiel's shoulder, mesmerized by the ruffling through his hair. "Who needs viagra?" he wonders aloud, for it's entirely impossible that they'd be speaking about him.

He lets his hands drift down to resettle in Derek's fur, stroking and patting at it in fascination, but then his head tips back so he can grin at Castiel. Between the pleasant buzz in his skin right now and his husband's proximity, Dean's thoughts are heading rapidly in one direction. "Wish you had your feathers."

[godless_son]

"They are talking about your current inability to perform sexually due to your propensity toward falling asleep at a moment's notice," Castiel murmurs, scratching his nails against Dean's scalp as he snuggles in close. "And while we do still have a feather left, I'm really not interested in thinking about such things while you have Derek in your lap," he snorts, rolling his eyes at his own inability to do anything but lean down and kiss Dean's pale forehead.

"Besides, it would go wasted. You're too high and too sick for fucking."

[triskehale]

Derek stretches out and yawns, rolling onto his back so that Dean's hands can scratch along his chest and belly. Normally he would never do anything so cliche as demanding a belly rub, but hey, he's high.

He lets out a huff that sounds a bit like a laugh at Cas' bluntness, and then sniffs the air. The scent of Dean's vague arousal hits his nose and he lets out a grumble, leveling him with a look before deliberately moving his head from Dean's lap to his thigh instead, lest he get poked.

[iwasmore]

"You guys could probably make out at least," Noah suggests, looking around for a bucket of pop corn. He finds the apple bong instead, and fumbles for a moment with a match to re-light it so he can have another drag. He's not high enough for this conversation.