Collection of Destiel

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When Dean's mother used to read him stories at bedtime, they were always filled with a heroic action and larger than life romance. It was those stories that had always driven him to became a doctor, to be the hero that saved people at the end of each day. It was also those stories that made him a hopeless romantic at heart, always the charmer and never a pretentious jerk. But those stories never prepared him of what would happen if the man that was his prince, was mute.

Dean didn't care that his boyfriend couldn't speak, not most of the time. Sometimes he wanted to hear 'I love you' or hear some sweet noise from his handsome boyfriend's lips. There were many times when his friends had asked him why he ever stayed with someone who couldn't talk, why Dean would waste his time. He always shrugged and thought back to their first kiss. When Cas' voice filled his ears through the locking of their lips.

After their third date, Dean had signed up for a sign language class. Although he knew Cas could understand him, he wanted to understand Cas. There were times when those blue eyes seemed to hold this idea that made Dean burn with a desire to hear. Even after a few classes, his hands were rusty and Cas always snickered silently at his butchery of the silent language. But it made Cas smile, to see Dean trying so hard, so Dean kept at it and hoped that someday it would be easier. Someday they could finally communicate from both sides.

Tonight, Dean's shift ended with exhaustion just as it did mostly every night. It was late when he walked out the mechanized doors and down toward his car. Out of habit, he pulled out his phone and checked for messages. There was a text from Cas, which made Dean's heart swell a little.

It read, 'I don't care how late you get off, can you please come over?'.

Dean pocketed his phone and climbed into his car without a single thought other than getting to Cas' house within the next few minutes.

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The door opened before Dean's hand could even raise to knock. Cas stood, looking completely disheveled, in the doorway. Dean's heart immediately sank as his boyfriend collapsed forward against his chest and wrapped his arms firmly around his neck.

"Hey, Cas, what's wrong?" Dean murmured as he slipped one arm around Cas' waist and his other hand lightly combed through the messy bedhead.

A little shake rocked Cas' shoulders as the man began to silently sob. Dean waited and just held Cas, until he felt the crying man in his arms shift. Then he felt the familiar fingers splay along his shoulder and grasp it tightly. Cas always held onto his shoulder when things were wrong, when Cas couldn't vocalize the pain inside. It broke Dean, when he felt his hand on his shoulder, but it also made him lightheaded. Castiel trusted Dean above everyone, he would always come to Dean when he was hurting. And Dean wanted to be the only savior in Cas' life, he never wanted Cas to ever touch another man's shoulder. When Cas grasped so possessively to his shoulder, it felt as though he was his.

"Baby, it's okay." Dean cooed as he bent his head down and rubbed his forehead across Cas' hair. "I have you, and I ain't letting you go."

The hand tightened on his shoulder again, Cas' thumb now running circles into the muscle there. A warm fuzzy feeling broke out under Cas' fingers and soon traveled all over Dean's body. It was like a sting, like a bee had stung him. There were so many emotions underneath those fingers.

"I love you, Cas." The words came from his mouth before he could find the strength to stop them.

There was only a slight pause, long enough to tense Dean's entire being. But Cas pulled back in Dean's arms and stared up with those watery blue eyes that sent waves of warmth to crash over Dean. Those loud eyes searched Dean's with a straight face. A low roar of thunder was heard and it made Dean pale. In all the stories, when thunder-

His thought was abruptly cut off when a pair of lips were pressed so hungrily to his. This wasn't like their usual kisses, the ones that were chaste and sweet. This was driven with need, and something else that Dean just know fathomed. Love. Cas was kissing Dean with love, hot lava scolding love. Dean's heart rate climbed as he wrapped himself protectively around Cas and tilted his head to taste more of the words Cas was speaking to him.

As they melted into one, Cas' hand gripped so tightly onto Dean's shoulder that he swore there would be a bruise in the shape of a handprint tomorrow. But he couldn't bring himself to mind. In all honesty, he wanted it there to show the world that Cas loved him. That he could have his fairytale and his prince with no voice. He knew that he wouldn't have the picture book happily ever after, but with Cas' hand gripped to his shoulder, he would take whatever his mute prince would give him.