My Angel {Destiel}

What a Long Day..

(This has some stuff. They do some shit. THEYRE IN LOVE ALRIGHT?!?! Anyway, 18+ or mature readers only. Im sorry if you have to skip :( )

While Cass was showering, Dean changed into his pajamas. He threw on an ACDC sweatshirt and a pair of checkered red and black pants. Not long after, he heard a knock at his door. He smiled and answered it. His smiled dropped. It was Sam. "What do you want?" Dean asked. "Whoa, chill. I overheard you and Cass talking, so I brought this." Sam handed Dean a tray with a plate of cookies and two glasses of milk. "Uh, thanks. Why are you doing this?" Dean asked, reaching for a cookie. Sam slapped Dean's hand. "Don't eat them yet! It's for you AND Cass. So impatient." Sam shook his head. "It doesn't matter why I'm doing this. You're happy, Cass is happy, so I'm happy." They both heard footsteps coming down the hallway. "Speaking of The Angel, here he comes." Sam walked away quickly before Cass could turn the corner. Cass walked up to Dean's door, and Dean's jaw dropped. He looked Cass up and down. Cass was wearing a black and yellow fluffy sweater, pants that has bees all over, and of course, bee socks. "You really like bees," Dean said moving aside to let the angel in. "Yup," Cass said. "I never stopped loving them. I still watch them sometimes."

"Sam brought us some milk and cookies," Dean said, picking up the tray and sitting down on the bed. He patted the bed, letting Cass know he could sit there. "Wanna watch a movie? We could watch a show?" Cass just shrugged, and drank some milk. "I don't watch a lot of TV. So, you pick." Dean grabbed a cookie. "Wanna watch Happiest Season?" Cass nodded. "I really don't mind what we watch. As long as I'm here with you." Dean smiled. "Me too."

Around two hours later, Dean and Cass were laughing and messing around. Both of them could feel their connection. It was perfect. They finished their milk and cookies forever ago, and Cass could feel himself getting hungry. "I'm hungry," he said. "Oh?" Dean asked, looking at the empty tray. "Yeah, wanna go get burgers?" Cass asked. "I don't normally get hungry but.. Chicken burgers." Dean stared blankly at his angel. "Chicken burgers?" Cass nodded. "I like them. A lot." Dean smiled. "Alright, let's get bur- chicken burgers." Dean grabbed the keys and his slippers. "Should I get Sam?" Cass shook his head. "No.. He's being really weird and I can't deal with all of this in one night. I just want it to be us. I like you, Dean. In fact, more than that. But because it's the first 'date', I don't think you say it.." Dean stopped Cass. "It's okay, Cass. All you had to say was no. And, I like you too, more than that." Cass smiled. "Let's go."

The two of them drove around for what seemed like hours, and it was 6 hours. The sun was coming up. Dean and Cass were laying on the beach, toes in the sand. Cass checked his phone. 6:45 AM. "How are you not tired?" He asked Dean. "I can't sleep. I'm having too much fun," Dean laughed. "I feel alive, I never want this nigh- MORNING to end." Cass stuck out his hand. Dean grabbed it. "I love you," Cass said. "Dean smiled. "I love you, too." Cass sat up. "Is it weird that I want to kiss you again?" Dean grinned, and sat up. "I was about ask you the same thing." Cass smashed his lips into Dean's. The kiss was small and casual at first, but, we all know how what happened. The kiss began hotter. Both of them moaning and getting pushy. Cass pushed Dean to lay on his back, not breaking the kiss. Dean moving his hands all over Castiel. "Cass," Dean said. "Shh," Cass interrupted. "I want more." Their kiss, more like make out, continued, until Dean tried to speak again. "How far are we going?" Cass started grabbing at Dean's sweatshirt. "Off." Dean smirked and pulled his sweatshirt off. "Your turn." Cass didn't hesitate. His fluffy sweater was gone in an instant. 

Still on the beach, it's 7:27 AM. But that didn't bother them at all. They were too busy rolling around in the sand. Suddenly, Dean's phone rang. It was Sam. "Damn," Dean said. "Sam's calling." Dean answered. "Heya, Sammy. What's up?" "Oh nothing much. Just the fact that I just got a call from the Wilson State Park. The guy said something about you and a black haired boy making out shirtless and rolling around." Dean's eyes went wide. "We- We aren't." Cass knew what was happening, so he put his sweater back on. "Uh huh. Hurry up and get back here." Dean grabbed his sweatshirt. "Yup. Got it. Be there soon." Dean put his clothes back on. "We got caught." Cass smiled. "I figured." Cass got up and so did Dean. They walked hand in hand to the car. Speaking of the car, Dean pictured himself in the backseat.. Just him, and Cass... Getting freaky.. "What if we did it in the car?" Cass froze. "You and me? In the backseat? Getting freaky?" Dean grabbed Cass's hand again. "Not now, but think about it." Cass blushed. "I don't wanna think about it. How many people have been in the back? I don't wanna-" Dean started laughing. "It was a joke. Calm down. But then again, it would be kinda hot~" Cass blushed even harder. "Le- Let's just go home." Dean nodded. "Okay, and we'll decide there." Cass shook his head. Dean grabbed Cass and kissed him. "I'm just playing. I promise."