Supernatural Imagines

Destiel

When Cas appears, Dean is standing on the path, staring at the old house. Cas had seen many different faces of Dean. The professional and the personals. Caring. Angry. Sad. Thoughtful and all the other emotions Castiel had finally learned to read in humans faces, though he could still not understand all of them.

The angel observs Dean over a minute until he decides to go talk to him. Slowly, and without making any sound, he approaches to the hunter.

When he stands directly behind him, he says: "Dean..."

Dean turns around, his eyes widening. If he hadn't recognized the voice, he would have knocked him out by now.

"Cas! Damn it! We talked about this! No zapping behind me! There are no eyes at my back!"

"I'm sorry.", Cas says. And he means it. "What were you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same question."

Cas titles his head to the side. "I was looking for you. I thought you knew that."

Dean sighs. "What did Sam do now?"

Cas' eyes narrow. "Why... Why are you talking about Sam? I think I don't understand."

Deans sighs again. "there has to be a reason you came looking for me and if it wasn't for Sam..."

"oh. No. I am here just for you."

In this moment, Dean relaxed a little bit. "I wanted to get myself a drink. What about you?" Of course he knew Cas wouldn't agree. He wouldn't share a drink with him. What should he do that for? But he doesn't even want an answer. All he wants is a reason to go back to the impala. As far away from the house and the memory as possible. And a reason to get a drink or two.. To forget about all this.

Dean opens the trunk and gets out a bottle of beer.

"That's why I am here.", Cas says quietly.

"To share a drink with me?" Dean laughs without humor. Of course this was not what the angel meant. And of course did Dean know that already.

"No. Because I felt you were desperate and because I didn't want you to drown those feelings in alcohol."

Dean nearly spits out the gulp he had just taken. "You- what?" He laughs again.

"Yu clearly heard me, Dean." Then Cas takes the bottle and Dean is so confused, he doesn't even fight his fingers that slowly take the bottle out of his hand.

"That's better.", Cas says. "And now... Let's try another way to get rid of your emotions..."

He leans in to Dean, who sits on the back of his car stone still. But Cas is sure about what he does. Carefully, his lips touch Deans. As Dean doesn't react, he gets more demanding. And then, finally, Dean gives in. He knew it for a long time. They both did. And what was coming now was way better and way more effective than alcohol.