Supernatural One Shots

For You (Destiel)

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Dean sat up in an arm chair while the other two slept. Now that Cas was traveling with them, Dean usually slept with Sam, but lately Sam had started to have nightmares. Dean thought all of the psychic stuff was over, so he stayed up to make sure Sam was okay.

Sam thought that Dean didn’t know many basic facts because Dean didn’t really go to school, and certainly didn’t pay attention when he was there, but Dean knew a few things. Like sleep patterns. His father had taught him that. Dean knew that Sam had his nightmares during his deep sleep, so Dean would stay up until Sam wasn’t in deep sleep anymore. It had made Dean weary, but had also given him time to think over things. For example, that secret he and Cas  were keeping from Sam.

(Flashback)

Sam was taking forever trying to interview the dead girl’s friend, so Cas and Dean were stuck at the hotel. They didn’t know where the guy’s house was, but they figured Sam would come back here to find them.

The two were sitting around talking, and Dean stood up to walk over to the window when it happened. He tripped over someone’s duffle bag in the middle of the floor, and landed face down on Cas’s bed... With Cas underneath him. Their lips had touched briefly before Dean immediately stood up.

“I... uh... I’m gonna go take a walk...” Dean said awkwardly, clearing his voice.

“I... Well I guess I’ll just stay here...” Cas replied. He watched Dean leave the hotel room and made sure he was well away before screaming like a teenage girl. Dean heard it, though, because he came rushing back.

“Is everything alright?!” he exclaimed, walking back in, and shutting the door. Cas cleared his face of any emotion.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” Dean cocked an eyebrow, and Cas laughed.

“We can’t tell Sammy about this, okay? He’s already suspected me of being gay,” Dean said in his beautifully deep voice. Cas nodded. He wasn’t quite sure what to think of the situation. Dean sat down, and it was clear that he wasn’t gonna take that walk after all.

(End Flashback)

Dean had questioned his sexuality more than his brother had ever since then. Maybe he was bi. That seemed reasonable. Or maybe it was just Castiel. No, there were a few others in his life, but he had thought it normal. Nothing in  his life was normal, so he didn’t know why anything would be even remotely normal for him. Hell, Castiel was his guardian angel!

Dean heard a grunt during his thinking and looked up, thinking it was Sam, but to his pleasant surprise it was Cas. Dean thought Cas’s weird, occasional snore/grunts were pretty cute. Dean admired Cas. He loved Cas’s slightly pointed nose, and his strong jaw. He loved the stubble on his chin that never seemed to fade or grow. He loved how peaceful Castiel looked while he was sleeping, almost child-like. Dean loved Cas’s dark, tousled hair. And he especially loved the bright blue eyes hidden behind Cas’s eyelids. Dean could stare into them all day. They were the purest blue, the colour of the ocean. They sparkled like the ocean, too. They were so jovial, and at the same time, so full of sadness. His face seemed young, but his eyes betrayed his age. They were old, filled with a sadness unknown to Dean’s generation. A sadness he could only have collected through decades of watching man fall.

Castiel knew that Dean stayed up every night, because he used to. Dean had wondered what Castiel did at night, if he slept in a chair, or if he left and came back. Dean had found out that Castiel used to stay up. Cas would watch over them. But after much convincing, Dean was able to get Cas to sleep. Dean liked when Cas slept, because his eyes glowed brighter and his face looked younger.