I feel kinda crazy so this story is gonna be super crazy and random okay? Okay. Good talk.
"Deeeeeeeeaaaaaaan!"
Dean's eyes widened as Cas flew (not literally) towards him, across the ground. They were in a field in central Oregon, not on any particular case, just screwing around. (Somewhat literally) They had more free time than usual, that's all. Don't judge the fluff.
Dean bust out laughing at Cas' trenchcoat billowing behind the angel, and at the ecstatic look on Cas' face. He landed in Dean's arms, burying his face in the taller man's jacket, engulfing himself in it's whisky leathery scent.
Suddenly Cas felt himself being lifted off the ground as Dean gripped his waist and hoisted him up above his head, spinning and whirling around like cliché lovers.
As Cas was being spun around, thunder sounded in the distance, like God was jumping up and down and stomping in joy because Destiel... and a gust of wind picked up and raced across the ground, whipping the grass back and forth. It threw Dean off balance, and he collapsed under Cas, who was laughing hysterically by now, hands over his sore gut and was sprawled across a gasping Dean.
"Oh, get off." Dean groaned, but he couldn't suppress his grin.
Cas giggled and rolled off into the tall grass, still being teased by the relentless wind.
They calmed down and lay on their backs head to head below the disturbed, growling sky.
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Destiel Fanfiction
RastgeleI try to make each character seem realistic, and have their personalities and actions stick to the way the writers of Supernatural created them. Destiel is The OTP Enjoy!
