Here is a small moment in time. For me, it is not necessarily canon post season 8 so here be sort of spoilers. Here also lies Destiel so turn back those who would not see.

Fall is Coming...

Fall is coming and the early morning light is soft where it paints the trees surrounding the lake with subtle dabs of liquid gold and bronze. The light falls too on the man seated on the grass by the gently rippling water. He is still, lost in quiet contemplation and though such solitary reflection is unusual for him, he is surprisingly at peace with the moment.

He is casually dressed. His t-shirt, which is old and thin from wear fits tightly over his broad shoulders but skims his slender waist to brush his tattered jeans. The faded denim is full of scuffs and tears, the knee on one side virtually non-existent, the hole there is so large. They are a little too long on him as well and they trail over his bare feet, soaking the dew from the grass that tangles about his toes.

He has drawn his legs up to his chest and his bronzed arms are wrapped about his shins. The posture rides his shirt up at the back exposing an inch of skin there too. His head is turned to the side, his stubbled cheek resting on the platform his knees create, as he studies the languid ripples on the water before him.

His face is beautiful.

Vitruvian in it's base perfection yet humanized by age and experience. He has scars and lines. It is a face that has seen, lived and endured much but it all adds to, rather than detract from who he is.

He is aware as the second man approaches but he does not stir, not even as the other stops just a step from him, casting an innately protective shadow across him.

"Good morning..."

The second man's voice is deeper than one might anticipate on first glance as he too is informally clothed but then, on inspection, his face has an other-worldly power about it that makes his tone somehow entirely appropriate.

"What are you doing out here?"

The man standing holds a hand up to his forehead as he speaks, shielding the deep, steady blue of his eyes from the shimmer of the lake. The seated man turns his head just enough to look up to his face as he responds.

"Nothing really...Just thinking."

He smiles and the golden light of the dawn shimmers in the jade depths of his thoughtful gaze.

"May I join you?"

The seated man nods his easy permission, his full lips parting invitingly as his companion steps closer. He crouches down, taking up position on the dew-damp grass behind the thinker. He stretches his legs to either side, shuffling on his butt until his chest presses close to the seated man's back.

He wraps his arms around his lover. It is an intimate, familiar gesture that speaks of their deep abiding affection for each other. They relax together knowingly, acknowledging at last that they were always meant to be.

The seated-man let's go his long legs and stretches them out as he leans back, rolling his head against the other's shoulder. His powerful hands move intuitively to find their understood place over the blue-eyed man's and their fingers intertwine as he turns his head so their eyes can find each other.

The contact they make in that gaze goes far beyond the mere physical. It is a display of their unequivocal love for each other. It say's 'I know you, you are mine' and 'I forgive you', 'I want you, I need you'.

Their mouths meet gently, almost hesitantly as if neither of them can truly comprehend that this is now theirs to have. Their lips ghost across each others, their heartbeats quickening into a shared rhythm as the minutes pass.

The sun is warm on them, heating their skin as their passion grows. The blue-eyed man's mouth becomes firmer and his hands move to explore the other's body. His tongue licks, forcefully demanding ingress and, with a soft sigh from its willing recipient, he is granted dominance.

"Cas..."

The green-eyed man's voice is a whisper, worn thin with need and the once-angel smiles as he feels strong fingers card urgently through his dark hair.

"Please..."

Castiel's pulse quickens further as he hears the want in his lover's voice. He knows he is being shown a vulnerability that this man so very rarely dares to allow himself and he revels that it is all for him.

"What do you want, Dean?"

He growls the words against the hunter's wantonly full lips, nipping and nibbling the soft, warm flesh as his hands move, roving the pliant body in his arms, searching out the skin long-forbidden to his touch.

"You..."

Dean gasps breathlessly, his hand pressing against the back of Cas's head, demanding the crush of his mouth.

"I...I...w...want you..."

Dean's eyes are dark, blown wide. The green that Cas so loves lost to desire and heat and hardness.

"Always you..."

chapter ends.

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it.