The Flower Crowns of Destiel

Shaving, Singing, and Lucid Dreaming

   He was humming "Simple Man" by Lynyrd Skynyrd to himself while shaving, going for a bit less stubble this time, about 1/3 of the way done.

    He heard the swoosh of a trench coat, a familiar sound he had grown to love and pretend to be scared by.
    "Damnit, Cas." Dean turned around to face Castiel, who was directly in his personal space.
    "I'm sorry, Dean, did I alarm you?" Castiel responded in that deep, gruff voice that made Dean feel...tingly, maybe? No, that wasn't the right word...

    "After all these years, you still can't knock. Even without all your angel mumbo-jumbo you still scare me everyday. Take a step back, would you?" Dean mumbled, continuing to shave. Cas looked at his feet, watching himself take exactly own step back, then looking directly up at Dean, straight into those emerald green eyes. Dean froze as he felt Cas' piercing eyes staring straight through his soul.

    "What did you come in here for? And quit staring at me like that, it makes me feel weird."
    "I'm just looking at you, I was unaware that was an issue." He looked up expectantly, not breaking eye contact with Dean. "Sam found something on the case. He said to come get you." Cas took a step closer while talking.

    "I'll come when I finish shaving, alright?"
    "Okay." He stood there, never stopping staring into the striking green eyes that were slightly above his.

    "Really, Cas?" Cas tilted his head. "Again with the staring? And still no personal space?"
Cas took another step back, nodding, but not breaking eye contact. "The staring, Cas."
    "Oh, right, I'm sorry, your eyes are just- quite fascinating really. I don't remember my father making any pair of eyes any greener than yours." Dean looked from the mirror down to Cas. He couldn't believe the blush quickly crawling up his cheeks.

    "Cas, did Sam send you in here to hit on me?"
    "What? Why would he do that? You only do that to girls, if I remember correctly."
    "Right, right..." He cleared his throat. "Alright, bud, if you're just gonna be here the rest of the time I'm shaving, you've gotta at least take another step back." Dean continued humming, soon breaking into song, occasionally pausing again to shave another stripe of the cream off his face.

    Cas watched Dean's hands pull the razor across the chiseled lines of his face and his luscious lips partially forming the lyrics to this jumbled song that Dean was almost making up at this point. He watched as Dean finished shaving, and washed his face to get any remnants of shaving cream off of his face.

    Cas rubbed his thumb along the top of Dean's jawline, just underneath his right ear, catching him off guard.

    "What the hell, Cas!?"
    "I'm sorry. Were you intending to leave the shaving cream there?" Dean looked down at Cas' thumb, which now had a bit of shaving cream on it, no doubt what he had rubbed off from Dean's jawline.
    "Oh sorry.... Thanks for getting that...." Cas looked to the top right, then the top left, and met Dean's eyes again.
    "Okay."
    "Cas, this is where you say 'You're welcome'."
    "Oh... Well, then- 'You're welcome'." Cas waited for Dean to say something else, looking up into his eyes expectingly.

    "So, Cas, is there anywhere else you wanna rub your thumb or am I good?"
   "Huh?" Cas furrowed his brow, making his blue eyes seem darker, which Dean noticed of course.
   "White foam. Any left on my face or no?"
    "Oh. No, Dean, none left. Does this mean you are done?"
    "Yeah. You said Sammy wanted to talk to me?" Cas nodded and Dean walked out the bathroom door.

    "You coming, Angel Boy?"
    "I'm trying." Dean's head rolled back as he understood what was happening.
    "With your feet, Cas. No wings, no flashy angel powers, remember?" Cas' eyes sank as he nodded.
    "Oh. Right." He started walking, catching up to Dean in two short steps. "It's very slow. Very time consuming."

    Dean laughed and Cas' spirits lifted as Dean patted him on the shoulder.
    "Ain't it true."

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    "So, Sammy, you got something?"
    "Ugh, finally."
    "Research take forever?"
    "No, you did."
    "Hey! I was shaving! Don't wanna rush this work of art, eh, Sammy?" Dean chuckled and rubbed his freshly-shaven face.
    "You were also singing." Sam bitch-faced at Cas' news.
    "Yeah, thanks a lot, Cas, I thought that was, uh, our little secret." Cas turned his head directly over his left shoulder so he was looking at Dean.
     "Singing was a secret?" His brow furrowed.
     "He just didn't wanted to get in trouble for wasting time we could've been saving lives in. I asked you to be quick."
     "Look, Sammy is it really a crime? I was singing, and nobody died, okay?" Sam sighed and looked back to his computer screen.

    "It seems like something we've dealt with before."
    "Ooh is it a vamp? I've been dying to get a vamp case lately. So where's the nest?"
    "Oh, so now you care about the case? Besides, it's not vamps. It's lucid dreaming."
    "You've got to be kidding me. This isn't cool... it manages to be dangerous AND boring at the same time, if I remember correctly."
    "So somebody's dream hopping again? We took care of that guy. Jeez, how long ago was that?"
    "Problem is, we have no clue who it is. We're gonna have to lure him into one of our dreams, wait for him there. Once we know who he is, we can take care of this."
    "Woah. The last guy tried to kill us in our dreams last time, didn't he?"
    "Yeah... Which is why we've gotta choose the person with the dreams least likely to get killed in."

    "I've been to hell."
    "I started the apocalypse, caused by me drinking demon blood." The boys turned to Cas.
    "I was an angel."
    "Purest of the purest, right,  Sammy?"
    "So, Dean, do you think you could score us some of that African Dream Root?"

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    "Alright, so the tea is brewing, I'm going to have to stay here. There's not that much of the root and I want to be here just in case." Sam ran his hand through his hair.
    "I don't remember this tasting too good."
    "It doesn't but suck it up. Okay, so you should both get on a bed. Honestly I'm going to be annoyed if I have to catch you when you fall asleep."
   
    Dean walked to his bed and Cas followed him. Neither said anything, but Sam froze.
    "Cas-uh- you know you can use my bed for this, right?" Cas shrugged, blinking up at Sam. Sam shook his head. "Okay, now, Cas- since you two are both going into Cas' dream, we've got to add a bit of your hair to the tea."
   "Lovely." Dean rolled his eyes, just the right amount of sass to go along with his sassy comment.
    Sam sighed. "Are you ready? The tea is brewed and we've got the hair. Drink it whenever you're ready."

"Dean, what if I can't fall asleep? That happens sometimes."
"You will, just drink the tea, alright?" Dean's voice got softer as he talked to the disheveled haired man sitting on the same bed as him, both with tea in their hands. They drank the tea and Dean laid down. Cas followed his lead.
"Dean, I can't fall asleep." Cas whispered in the gravely voice that was so familiar to Dean.
"Shhhh....." Dean trailed off, and Cas drifted off to the warm, deep hush of Dean's voice.

Ok, so this is my first story, there's definitely more coming in the next two days tops, I really hope you enjoyed it and thanks for reading! (The flower crowns are coming soon.)
Thanks for reading, Emma. 😂❤️