Destiel Smut And Fluff (Silver Wings)

Silver Wings Part 13

*time jump forward*

Castiels apartment isn't very big or particularly nice and that fact instantly puts Dean at ease. Not that I'm not happy to be here with Cas, but it's always weird to go to someone's house the first time. Considering how much I've shelled out to watch Silver's videos, I thought Cas would be living in a palace. This dumpy cramped student apartment isn't all that different from Dean's crappy student apartment.

"Nice," Dean says with a genuine smile. Castiel narrows his bright eyes at Dean, as though contemplating weather he's being teased or not. Before Dean can assure him he means it, Castiel's lips quirk up in a shy smile that makes Deans heart pound in his chest.

"Thank you. It's not much, I realize, but it's the first home that was really mine. The first since I left my parents' place," Castiel confesses, Without knowing him better, Dean can't be sure, but he thinks he hears sadness in Castiel's tone. That won't do. The second Castiel gets the door closed, Dean has him pinned against it. Kissing him hard, long and deep, trying to cheer him up.

"I'd ask you about how all that happened, but it sounds like it will be a fucking depressing story. How about we leave that crap 'till later, huh?" Dean says, before brushing a softer kiss across Castiels lips. It's the only way he knows how to say that he wants to keep seeing Castiel after their date.

It looks like Castiel is having trouble focusing. At least on anything other than Deans lips. After a slight struggle, he nods slowly and the sweet shy smile appears once more, determined to destroy Dean. It's moments like these where Dean has trouble believing this is the same man that strips for a living and blew him right after meeting Dean for the first time. He likes the weird combination.

"You're weird, you know that?" Dean speaks his thoughts, trying not to wince at how fond his tone sounds.

"So I've been told," Castiel says, his tone matching Deans, it relaxes him. "Alright, so no childhood stories tonight. Would you help me cook and maybe...tell me about your life at present?"

Seriously no one who shoves a dildo so far inside themselves, on camera, should sound so formal. Definitely a weirdo. But he's my weirdo.

"Sure, except I really can't cook, I wasn't lying about that."

"Can you chop?"

"I can definitely cut things," Dean confirms.

The best part about cooking with Castiel, is trying to fit two grown men and a massive set of twitchy wings into a tiny kitchen. No matter which way Dean turns, he's got feathers rubbing against him. So it's pretty much heaven. The second best part, is watching Castiel's hands, while he peels potatoes, shapes burgers and sautés mushrooms. His hands look so smooth, like he hadn't done much strenuous work in his youth. Dean loses track of his own hands, thinking about Castiel trailing those long elegant fingers across his body, and nearly chops off his thumb as he cuts up the potatoes.

Luckily Castiel doesn't seem to notice. He's too busy rapid-firing questions at Dean. Questions about his home, family education, and former job. Anything and everything he can think of, each answer lights up Castiels eyes. Which Dean can't quite understand, just somehow hearing these things about his life is making Castiel inexplicably happy. It's overwhelming, Dean's not used to someone he's fucking actually giving a shit about him, other than his looks.

"What about you?" Dean asks as he watches Castiel dump the potatoes into hot oil. "Do you do anything besides make insanely sexy videos online?"

A faint blush dusts Castiels cheeks, only to make the sexy thing more obvious. "Oh, I'm a student. I'm-" a commotion at the front door breaks Castiel off mid-speech, his eyes growing round as they both hear a pair of feet stomping and a loud voice begin to bellow.