Collection of Destiel

My Fluffy Little Love Bunny

"I love you, sugar plum."

"Dean-"

"You're my sweet honey suckle."

"Stop-"

"My fluffy little love bunny."

"Dean!" The fallen angel sent a glare across the diner's table. "I was an Angel of the Lord! I am most certainly not a 'fluffy little love bunny' or a 'sugar plum' or 'sweet honey suckle'. I am a warrior."

The hunter rolled his eyes with a shit-eating grin before leaning over and placing his hand on Cas'. "Sweetheart, you might have been an Angel of the Lord but now you're my little love monkey."

"I am no such thing." Cas scoffed but couldn't hide the small upturn of his lips. "If I was, then you would be my... cuddly platypus."

Dean snorted so abruptly that he sent himself in a coughing fit. It took him a few moments to calm himself down enough to shake his head and grin so lovingly at the other man it took his breath away. "You are something, you know that? 'Cuddly platypus'? You really know how to charm a guy."

"I am not very versed in nicknames for romantic partners. It was the first thing that came to my mind." Cas' tone was defensive as he sent his boyfriend a pleading look. "I am trying to fit in."

"Wanna know a secret?" Dean leaned up over the table to place a quick chaste kiss on Cas' lips. "You don't need to fit in. I love you just the way you are and if that means being your cuddly platypus then that's fine by me."

"Really?" There was unmistakable hope sparkling behind those wide blue eyes.

"Yes, dumby. I love you and all your little quirks. Makes you you. No one else in the world would have come up with 'cuddly platypus' and that's what makes you so goddamn perfect." Dean stole another kiss, not being able to help himself, before settling back against his booth. "Now, you want to split an order of fries? I'm thinking we can have dessert for our main course."

"That sounds wonderful, snuggly kitten."

"Cas-"

"Yes, schnookums?"

"I love you, buttercup."

"I love you, too, honey bun."