"God dammit, Sammy," I say to myself, "How long does it take to get me pie?!" Sam went out to the local corner store an hour and a half ago, saying he had to get some things. For all I know he's probably chatting up all the local babes instead while I'm stuck here "researching" about our next hunt.
I'm making weird clicking and raspberry noises of boredom with my mouth when I'm startled by the all too familiar flutter of wings.
"I brought pie for you, Dean," a familiar gruff voice cuts through the silence, making me jump with a start.
"Dammit, Cas! Get outta my ass!" I screech in shock.
"I am not in your ass Dean? But isn't pie what you wanted?" he tilts his head in confusion.
"Yes! Yes, thanks Cas," I respond as I snatch the pie from his grasp.
I plonk down on the hotel room's shitty table and open the plastic container with ease. I dive the plastic fork into the pie and shove the first, sweet bite into my mouth; letting out a sigh of pleasure.
"So, Cas, you 'ere to tell me what you were going to say?" I ask pointing the plastic fork at him, "Or are we still avoiding the topic?" I say with an added flash of my notorious smile and a wink.
"Uh, I still stand by what I said. I serve Heaven, not man," he says while tilting his head.
"Man, just tell me and stop acting like a baby in a trench coat," sass clearly evident in my voice. I go back to eating my delicious pie.
"I am not a baby, Dean. I am an angel of The Lord," he states sternly. "But, I do want to express what I have been experiencing."
"Hmm? What's that?" I ask with a mouthful of pie, man this pie is heaven!
"I think I have developed human feelings for you, Dean," he finally utters, a blush spreading over his face.
"Wha-oh!" A shade of pink painting own cheeks.
"Dean, I get this urge to place my lips upon yours," his eyes darting to the floor, "Is this considered normal?" He asks in his inquisitive tone.
"Cas, it's completely normal; I mean, look at me I'm gorgeous! It's just a little on the creepy side,"
"Can I kiss you Dean?" He asks in full seriousness, his majestic blue eyes meeting my sparkling green ones.
"Uh, y-yeah sure," I reply in an almost questioning tone. "Wait, what am I saying? I don't swing tha-" But before I could finish, or change my mind for that matter, Cas's warm, soft lips were upon mine and I opened up to the kiss.
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My Angel: A Destiel Fanfiction
FanfictionOkay, so I've wanted to do this fic for a while now. It's set in season four of Supernatural (episode 20, the rapture), when Cas comes to Dean in a dream saying to Dean he's got to tell him something. Eventually, Cas comes to Dean in 'private' and t...
