Collection of Destiel

Honeymoon Surprise

Warning: Literal sex happens. Like there is some fluff but this is smut. So skip it if you don't want to read anything explicit. It's my first story where I wrote smut, just another fair warning. If this gets good feedback I'll think about writing more smut. 

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"What about when I am in the shower?" Castiel's soft voice interrupted the humming from the impala. "Or what if I was painting? Or cleaning something grimy?"

Dean simply shook his head, his eyes didn't waver from the road ahead, but his hand reached across the middle and gripped tightly to his husband's (husband, Dean was still reeling from the word and saying it through his mind every chance he got because nothing sounded better than 'Castiel' and 'husband' in the same sentence). "There are certain times you can take the ring off, Cas, that's okay. But other than that, it stays on. It's a tradition thing... so everyone else knows we are married."

"So they know I am yours?"

"Yes." Dean answered swiftly with a cheeky grin.

"And that you are mine?"

"Yes." Dean grinned hard enough to feel an ache in his chest. "They'll know that you and I are taken."

"Hm." Castiel squeezed Dean's hand quietly and peered back out the window in thought. "I like that."

"Me too."

"Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise."

"Will I like it?" There was the smallest trace of uncertainty in his voice.

"Cas, I promise you will like it. And as long as I have you, then this will be the greatest honeymoon ever." The certainty in Dean's own voice should have scared him but with the cool metal pressure on his left ring finger, he couldn't find it in his heart to be scared ever again.

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Dean strode through the hotel (he internally scoffed at all the 'rich' people chatting around them) and made it to the front desk with Castiel trailing behind him. It was reassuring to hear the footsteps that he knew would always be following him.

The receptionist looked up with dotting hazel eyes. "Do you have a reservation?"

"Under Winchester. Honeymoon suite." Dean stated the fact proudly, sure he'd ordered honeymoon suites before but never on his actual honeymoon.

The woman nodded and started to click away on her keys. "It says here you are checked in for the entire week?"

Dean nodded and tilted his head to find blue eyes staring up at him almost in awe. With a cheesy grin he reached down and intertwined their fingers. He could feel Cas's ring between his fingers, which only made his smile widen.

"Okay. Here is the key. Any questions, or if you need anything, call the front desk. My name is Delilah. Enjoy your weekend. Congratulations on the wedding, fellas." Her kind tone warmed Dean as he gave her one final smile before plucking the room key and dragging Cas along with their bag toward the elevator.

Once they were inside, alone, Dean gripped onto Cas' hip and smashed their mouths together. His husband squeaked against him but wasted no time moving his lips against Dean's. He'd never tire of these kisses, that were chaste and yet still filled to the brink with heat. He would never tire of the ache in the bottom of his spine or the way his toes curled to think that he would have these kisses for the rest of his life.

Cas pulls away but lingers enough for them to breathe in each other's exhales. "I love you, Dean. And I can't wait to make love to you."

Dean flushed because every time that four letter word left Cas' lips, it was like everything in life was still for a single moment. "I love you, too. I actually wanted to try something different tonight."