Destiel One Shots

Night Talks

A/N I imagined this sometime in late S4 but idk

"Dean?"

"What the- oh my god! Warm a man when you come in and sit on a bed when they're freaking asleep in some creepy-ass motel room!"

"Sorry, Dean. I was just..."

"Yes Cas. Go on. Ask away."

"You never answered me on the...pizza man. Why was it that he hit the babysitter? Surely if they were in love, and there was no physical threat, there should not be any violence?"

"That's what you've come here for!? Ugh...Cas. Okay, first off people have sex for different reasons, man, it doesn't always mean true love. Secondly, yes there was no threat, but hitting, especially on the ass...area, is a kinky thing people do."

"Kinky?"

"Like something that turns you on that's not...that's kinda...I mean...it's like a persons unusual sexual preference."

"Like?"

"Like you saw in the video; spanking, and then there's biting, some guys like feminisation, being filmed, nipple play, hair pulling, 'toys', you got the people into BDSM and bondage and all that, you know?"

"I have heard of BDSM, yes."

"Why am I telling you all this? Anyways. The list goes on and is not confined to, well, anything. People just explore the bedroom and get the most out of it."

"Do you have any 'kinks', Dean?"

"That's not what you ask other people, Cas. At all. That's a big no-go zone with friends and family...unless you're drunk, in which case drink some more to forget."

"I'm sorry I asked."

"'S fine Cas. I'm glad you asked me instead of Sam. That would just be awkward and he'd probably scold me for letting you ask him."

"Why isn't it awkward between us?"

"Because, you know..."

"Our profound bond somehow let's us become closer even though we've known each other but a year?"

"...I feel like I can trust you, tell you things. I know it's weird but-"

"I feel the same."

"For your information I do have one or two...kinks. But that's for when we're drunk. And probably half naked, rolling around in money and surrounded by strippers: so not going to happen."

"Dean. I'm not going to judge. I'm just interested."

"Fine, you really want to know?"

"If that's okay?"

"This one time I was at girls house, her name was Rhonda. Rhonda Hurley. And she made me try on her panties. And I kind of liked it. So years after, I went to Victoria's Secret and bought some black ones. Said they were for my girlfriend. They were lacy too. And, yeah, that was it. The rest is...private."

"Oh."

"So, you want to know anything else?"

"Is tying someone up against the headboard 'kinky'?"

"Why, you got someone you doing it with?"

"No...not yet. Or the realistic future if I'm being honest."

"Who you got on your mind? Cute chick? Female Angel 'friend'?"

"He's cute, yes. He's a friend, yes. But Angel? That's a matter of opinion on a beauty, skill, courage and kindness that he possesses, not his species."

"He?"

"Has it not occurred to you that not everyone is heterosexual yet, Dean? Or is it the deep seated homophobia that is ingrained into your mind? Or perhaps it's your projection of yourself...I can't figure out which it is."

"Cas just hold up a second okay, man! That escalated very quickly. Also stop assuming the worst of me."

"I'm sorry. I should think before I spill my thoughts."

"Please do!"

"I shouldn't have said any of that. I ramble when I'm tense and...nervous."

"Nervous?"

"Yes."

"What about?"

"You."

"Cas, what are you- oh...mmm."

"Hm, oh Dean..."

"What-"

"Shut up."

"...Uhhh."

"Fuck. I'm sorry."

"Cas, wait. Cas, please tell me what that was."

"I kissed you."

"No shit, Sherlock. I mean what was behind it?"

"You were the 'He' I mentioned earlier. I meant realistically in which you are in the closet and not willing to come out, not even to me. Which was why I was surprised when you reciprocated the kiss."

"Yes, well...how did you know I wasn't straight?"

"You forget...I rebuilt you, I've seen your self-hatred, loathing, your lusts, distrusts, memories, your father, mother, ex's, your first kiss, your first game, your last full intoxication episode, the colour of your hair, piece by piece, your depression, anxieties, events that shaped you so deeply, or in ways that you could not know or remember or want to think about. Dean, I know you stared at hot guys since you first experienced attraction. But you're scared. I was wondering when if you were ever going to stop pretending you don't want this."

"Cas...you can't just waltz into my life and tell me that after kissing me."

"You knew I put you together again after seeing your bright soul shrouded in a twisted light that was torturing you, trying to fight your strong soul, that light that I love. I'm sorry I kissed you, I just wanted to tell you without...telling you."

"Way to do it, Cas."

"...Yeah."

"I think that I'd like to do that again. If you're okay with it, that is?"

"...Why?"

"If we're both being honest here in this shitty motel room at 3am it's because you're the best thing that's ever happened to me and I want to try things with you."

"You mean kinks?"

"No, Cas, I mean be a thing. Emotional support, going for coffee together, making breakfast for each other and cookies in the afternoon. It's not like we've got an apocalypse coming our way? It's just the road and wherever it takes us. And Sammy. But he's just gonna have to be a part of our family."

"I understand. I think."

"And we can do the kinky stuff later."

"I'd like that."

"Do you have any kinks?"

"It sounds stupid."

"What? Come on, nothing can sound stupid."

"I like my wings being...touched."

"Well if let me see them then I can touch them all day."

"That could cause some...overstimulation and some pain..."

"I'm sure your angel mojo can help sort out that...and a few other things."

"I'm s-sure it could."

"Sleep next to me?"

"Angels don't-"

"Just stay here under the sheets with me. Please. I'll hold you close. It'll feel weird at first, being an Angel and all that. But do whatever is comfortable."

"Okay."

"Goodnight, Angel."

"Sleep well, my righteous man."