It only comes when everything is all said and done, when the lives they’ve lead begin to draw to that inevitable close, when the paths they’ve walked together start winding into that slow and lasting good night.
It comes to Dean Winchester on an early Thursday morning, like a thousand Thursday mornings he’s experienced before as Castiel goes about the house towards the kitchen.
He’s gorgeous, Dean truly realizes from his place in the space of the door, absolutely gorgeous because really, he appreciates the knobs of his hands, the aches of his knees, and the wrinkles of his face. No longer firm supple flesh, no longer youthful and prideful beauty; yet still, Castiel is so gorgeous. In fact, Dean believes God might actually have cared enough still to shade in the shadows and to carve in the features of his aging husband, every imperfection and sign of a long life made to mesmerize Dean for moments on end.
What gay men give to the world. A-yup.
On the second one.
There’s this one gay club I go to that actually has a problem of straight guys going there to dance with girls. I guess these guys don’t understand that girls can also be gay, because they assume that any girls at the club are there with their gay guy friends.
So one night I was out on the dance floor, and I see this guy. He’s like over six-foot, at least, all beefed-up, muscle shirt, looks kindof like a douchebag. And he’s just circling the dance floor, in one continuous loop, looking at the crowd like a predator, and it’s creeping me the fuck out.
It’s creeping me out enough that I don’t immediately realize what’s going on nearby. Some girl has attracted one of the Assholes, who has proceeded to begin grinding on her. She’s pushing him away, telling him to get lost. He’s pulling that whole, “come on, don’t be a bitch” spiel, and generally just not getting the message.
BAM. Suddenly, the prowling guy swoops in, like some sort of Gay Avenger. He shoves himself between the girl and the Asshole, grabs the Asshole by the hips, and starts dirty dancing him like a God-damned fuck machine. Asshole completely flips his shit, like how DARE another man try to dance with him at a GAY BAR???, starts spitting curses, and tears ass off the dance floor and out onto the sidewalk.
The Gay Avenger turns back to the girl, inclines his head in an, “are you okay?” sort of gesture. She nods, and he returns to his previous position of circling the dance floor, looking for his next target.
Told this story to some guys upstairs. Apparently Gay Avenger is a regular there.