Collection of Destiel

He's Perfect

"I don't get it." Mark sipped some more at his beer before sending his coworker a curious look. "You guys don't have sex?"

"It's not that hard to understand." Dean let out a sigh and gripped tighter to his own beer. He hated when this was brought up. Not because he was ashamed of his husband, in fact quite the opposite, but because he always felt like he was defending the love they shared. It was tiring.

"But you two are married." The other man paused, formulating his words carefully. "Why?"

"Castiel is asexual." He couldn't help but smile a little at that. "And I guess over the years I realized that I could love him without having to fuck him."

"But-" Mark's eyebrows scrunched up. "But you were like the biggest bachelor back in college. I mean you fucked your fair share of men and women. I never thought you'd settle, let alone settle with someone who you can't have sex with."

Dean's eyes closed, anger bubbling just under the surface of his irises. "What do you want me to say, Mark? That I regret it? Because I sure as fuck don't. I love Cas. You ever been in love? Because if you ever have then you'd know you would do anything to keep that person around. At first, I thought maybe I could change his mind. I thought that if we dated a while he'd maybe want to have sex with me.

"The night I proposed it finally hit me that I hadn't thought about getting him into my bed for weeks. I just stopped trying to see if he'd want to sleep with me. Instead I thought about us adopting a kid. I thought of us buying a home and living there together until we die. I thought of how much he makes me smile even when I have a shitty day at the office. And now, after being married for four years, I understand that what we have is so profound that sex isn't even a big deal."

Mark tried to understand but he couldn't seem to grasp it. "Is he broken or something?"

Dean opened his eyes with a seething anger that was clenching his teeth painfully. When he turned to Mark he saw the other man cower a little. If Dean didn't have to worry about seeing this guy every day at work, he would've punched him right then and there. "He's not fucking broken, asshole. He's perfect just the way he is. Not wanting sex doesn't make you broken. It makes you fucking brave. Do you know how scary it is to admit that to someone? To wait for the rejection because every other time people have laughed at you or mocked you?

"You're broken. You're broken for judging someone who is perfect. I fucking love my husband and I swear to God that if you make one more goddamn comment about him at his expense I will end you right here in this bar." He snarled before he turned back to his beer and almost emptied it in one gulp. "He's fucking perfect."

Mark was stunned a little into silence. His eyes turned back to the bar before he hunched his shoulders a little. "Sorry, man."

After a few minutes Dean felt himself cooling down. The tension left his shoulders and he was able to breath without forcing air through his teeth. "Don't do it ever again. I don't care if you're talking about my husband or someone else who is ace, don't you ever think that you are better than them."

"Yeah, sure." Mark quickly drank the rest of his beer and slid a couple bills on the bar top. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Dean didn't even turn to acknowledge his departure. Instead, he reached down and lit his phone screen. The picture he made his wallpaper was from the day they were at a park and a bee landed on Cas' nose. Dean managed to take the picture just before the bee flew off. That smile on Cas' lips always made Dean fall in love with him over and over again.

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Castiel didn't wake when the bedroom door creaked open, or when the shuffling of socked feet entered the room, or when clothes were being shed and piled onto the floor. He woke up when the bed dipped and a moment later there was a warm chest pressed against his back. Fighting a smile, he easily shifted onto his other side so that he could press his face into a cooled neck.

"How was the bar?" His voice still cracked with sleepy hoarseness as he wrapped an arm around his husband and breathed in the smell of alcohol and the musk that was all Dean.

Dean hummed lightly, tracing his fingers along Cas' spine. "Shitty."

"Oh." Castiel tried to pull back to look into the other man's eyes but he found he was stuck in this embrace, Dean's arms like a steel cage holding him in place. "How so?"

"Small-minded idiots." After a couple seconds Dean pressed a kiss to the top of his husband's head. "I love you so fucking much. You know that, right?"

"Of course I do, Dean." Reassurance crashed through his words. "Just as I love you."

"And I don't give a fuck what people say. Those people can suck my dick. They can-"

"Calm down, love." Cas wormed his arm up to place it over Dean's chest, feeling his racing heart under his palm. "Just breathe."

Dean hadn't even realized he was holding in a breath, or that his voice was starting to raise. At his husband's words he melted down into the bed and breathed in the scent that made their bed. "Sorry."

"Don't apologize." Pressing his lips to Dean's cheeks, Cas lifted his palm to set it against the stubble there. "Those people don't matter. They will never matter to us. It's just you and me."

"You and me." Dean repeated with a heavy heart. "Always."

"Always." Castiel couldn't help but press his smile against Dean's lips.

Dean fell asleep in that embrace. The warmth from his heart made his eyes droop and before he knew it he was inside a dream. No matter what people said, he knew he had to be strong for Cas. He knew that no matter what words from others would never ruin what they had.

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This was written for a friend who thinks that he will never find love because he is asexual. He's had a rough time when telling others about his sexuality. But I truly believe that there is happiness waiting for him in someone. Not saying finding someone is the most important thing in life, but having someone to share in life is a pretty major thing. I just wanted to write a story through the words of someone dating someone who is ace. I know that if I ever dated someone who is ace I'd be just like Dean. Because honestly, not wanting sex is nothing to ever feel ashamed of. Hell, just because I'm bi doesn't mean I'd ever not date someone because they are ace. 

To all my asexual Readers out there, you're goddamn perfect just the way you are. Don't ever change.