because in English there is no good way to explain a very deep, often, platonic, love and understanding between two people of the same or opposite sex. The closest thing we have is best friend and that doesn’t dig deep enough for some people or explain the absolute love between people that has nothing to do with sexual or romantic desires.
I don’t want to fuck you or romance you, I want to love and understand you on such a deep level that sometimes its like we share the same mind. We’re drift compatible.
AU where Dean and Castiel are the last ones at the airport suitcase carousel - 3k~
It’s a good thing that Dean’s transfer flight isn’t for another four hours, because so far he’s already spent fifty minutes watching endless reams of the same luggage go around and around on this god-forsaken carousel.
He’s looking for a dark grey suitcase with a length of black shoelace tied around one handle to identify it from every other generic-looking suitcase. So far, he has not seen it.
There are a couple others also in this situation – a very long-suffering mother of two small children, who Dean has already offered his help to; an irate businessman already on his cell phone to the plane’s company to let them know how totally unacceptable this is; and one other man. Tall, dark hair, sharp jaw. Squinting down what looks like a school textbook. Square glasses on top of his head like he’s forgotten that he’s meant to be wearing them.
He looks up and he catches Dean’s eye.