destiel dump

Just A Dream, Dean

Dean was alone, in bed. The shutters were messily closed, much like they had been flung in a hurry. The sheets were covering his throat, and his toes curled out near the end. His hands travelled around the cold area beside him, fingers picking up and lifting the sheets occasionally.
Sammy was out. He was searching around the library, maybe even questioning the townspeople- whatever. He didn't say exactly, he just left with his laptop so Dean could have some time alone. He needed it.

The water was running. Dean could hear it through the thin walls. A smile slipped onto his face as he listened out for the hum as someone washed away their dirt, their fears. Their skin warming up and cleansing them. A trench coat hung on the handle of the bathroom door. A tie was strewn on the bedside table. A suit carefully folded against a random chair closest to Dean. Shoes near the door. Yes, the shirt was bloodied, stained. A new one may be needed; no need to worry any dry cleaners with their expeditions. A plaid shirt would do for now. Along with jeans.

Soon the angel stepped out from the shower. He wore a pair of Dean's boxers, and even a plaid shirt was flung over his shoulders as he slipped into bed beside Dean. A smile dancing on his lips as kisses plastered his cheeks. Cheeks flushed as Dean's hands travelled down his back, along his spine. A slight whimper was heard from were Dean's fingers glided against the newly placed bandages, to which a frown formed on his face. The angel just smiled softly towards the other, eyes closing momentarily at the blissful warmth of Dean. They opened up sooner or later, with Castiel's soft fingers meshing into Dean's soft, squishy tummy, smiling gently with the almost embarrassed Dean studying his face. It was cute, and Cas liked the fact that you wouldn't expect it to be on the hunter.

Of course, Dean liked his angels tummy too. He liked everything about him. Everything from his head to his toes. The stretchmarks that lined his upper arms, the inside of his thighs and the gorgeous lightning bolt ones shooting up from his belly. The soft freckles that dotted his rough yet gentle skin. The stray hairs on his arms that didn't follow his shaving patterns. The way his fingers curled in his hand. His tie, too. It wasn't properly done. It was messy and rushed, but it was cute none the less, and it smelled of cologne around the neck area.

Oh, his angel was perfect. The little imperfections of his skin, his little flaws of understanding human life. Perfection.

Dean was quiet. There was no need to talk. Hums of laughter and soft purrs were all that were needed to be heard, with Dean's fingers stroking softly at were the stems of Castiel's wings would be. His back was slightly sunburnt from Cas having to sit outside to help heal his wounds, along with the fact he wanted to play with the bees and flowers outside. It was a happy time. Dean recorded it, and Sammy downloaded it onto his laptop for whenever Dean was sad and Cas was busy.

They'd still call, whenever Castiel had to go away for awhile. Sam had set up Skype for one another, and while Castiel had trouble working it, it was always adorable for Dean. When he'd come back, because his boys wouldn't leave town without him, he'd always make sure to bring Dean back some sort of pie. It was nice to see Dean happy for a change. Sammy would always get a present of course. Though Dean would often switch it to a pair of scissors, because his hair was just too long. It was a joke, but Castiel always got mildly offended by it. Was his present not good enough?

Dean and Cas. The two never really had time to really do anything special. Of course, they've touched one another, felt each others skin, the smell of each others sweat and the sound of their heavy breathing... it was passionate. It wasn't forced. They just wanted to show each other how they felt, pure passion.