Destiel One Shots

Flowers

(A/N:This is courtesy of HarleyReadIt, who found the picture on tumblr and requested a fic based off of it. I hope you all enjoy!!)
Dean was just getting to sleep when he heard a faint popping noise from behind him. He could easily guess where- or who- it had come from, and he relaxed at that. The other possibilities meant that he was in only his underwear in front of a different angel. Regardless of the angel, however, Dean shouldn't have been okay with it, but he couldn't help but feel like it was alright with Cas. "Oh. I apologize Dean. I didn't realize you were asleep. Do you wish me to leave you?"
Dean groggily sat up and shook his head. He wiped his eyes with the palm of his head. "No, it's fine. What's up?"
"I was thinking of going somewhere, preferably with you. I think I would like to show this place to you."
"Sure, Cas." Dean nodded and stood up, no longer groggy. "Just let me get dressed first." Cas nodded and sat on the edge of the bed, curiously watching Dean Winchester pull on his clothes. Once he was done, the Winchester turned to face Castiel, who then flew them to the place he needed to show to Dean.

"... Wow. I- I wasn't expecting... well, this. Where are we?" Dean said once they arrived.
"We are in a flower field, Dean," Castiel said unsarcastically.
Dean gave him a look. "I couldn't tell." That, however, was incredibly sarcastic, because it was painfully obvious to anyone who was there that they were in a field of purple flowers, their stalks reaching them nearly to the angel's knees. "Where is the field?" Despite the hunter's sarcastic tone, the field was breathtakingly beautiful, especially to someone who was so familiar with horrors.
"Ah." Castiel hadn't picked up on Dean's sarcasm in the least. (Ahem- HarleyReadIt ) "We are in someone's heaven, although I'm not entirely sure who's." Dean nodded, amused by the angel's lack of understanding, then plopped himself down in the grass, some daring flowers having the joyful audacity to tickle his nose. Castiel smiled gleefully and sat down across from the hunter, putting his legs in the position "criss cross apple sauce" that he had learned about a few days prior.
Castiel began idly plucking at the flowers, weaving the stems together as the hunter and him talked.
"So, why'd you take me here?" Dean asked, his voice jovial, yet shaky.
"Because of many reasons, Dean. I miss simply being able to talk with you. I think you deserve to see and relish beautiful things. I couldn't think of any better place to..." The angel cut off suddenly, as if catching himself from saying something he knows he shouldn't. Of course, that's what happened.
"Any better place to what?" Dean asked, his curiosity piqued.
"Nothing," the angel said, cheeks burning red. He looked down, focusing more on the flower crown he was making. Soon, he was finished, and with out hesitating, he placed it on Dean's head, laughing at the hunters confused look. The hunter let the question fall closer to the back of his mind as he laughed with Castiel, nearly falling on top of the angel because he was leaning forward too far.
Castiels face fell into a concentrated frown, most likely thinking about something. "I'm sorry dean. I need to go. I will be back shortly." With that, he left.
He was back shortly, like he had said, but he brought a grinning Sam with him. Sam lifted his phone from his side and snapped a quick picture of Dean before Cas took him back to wherever he had been. Soon, Castiel returned, this time with no Sam. He was wearing the same grin that Sam had, the one that said "yeah, that just happened. I'm so posting this!" Dean was not amused, however. "What was that about, Cas?" The grumpy hunter asked.
"Sam was concerned when he woke up and you weren't there, so he prayed to me. I explained the situation and he insisted on seeing you. I did not realize his intentions."
"Oh. Ok." With that, they fell back into a silence. Dean began picking flowers himself and working them into a crown, but his fingers were unaccustomed to the action in a way that made it nearly impossible to successfully create the crown when combined with the fact that he had no idea what he was supposed to do.
In just a few minutes, Dean gave up and handed Castiel the unbound roses in a heap. This earned a hearty laughter from the angel as he picks up the flowers and simply sticks them in his messy, black hair.
He picks up the last flower in his lap, and instead of putting it in his hair, he holds onto it, manipulating it into several different shapes at once, then simply into swirling it between his fingers. "Dean, throughout my whole time in this earth, none has been more exciting than when I was human. I got to see the beauty in the world. Flowers smelled nicer, and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches tasted much better than when they were simply molecules. Things were simply better now that I could truly appreciate them. But, despite all that, one thing stayed the same. My love for green things: apples, trees, your eyes, grass, things like that. Green things have been something that I loved and cherished since I met you. But my favorite thing has always been you. You're my favorite, Dean." The angel fell silent, not entirely certain if Dean had understood what he meant.
"Oh, ok. Wow. Uhm, thanks? I think you're pretty cool too," the hunter said awkwardly. Apparently, he hadn't understood.
"No, Dean. That's not what I meant. I.. Love you. Not like family. Like someone that I want to spend a lot of time holding close. I am in love with you, Dean Winchester."
Instead of saying something, Dean simply sat there, tears in the corners of his eyes. "Have I said or done something to offend you, Dean? If this is not something you want to hear, then I apologize, I simply thought it bet-"
He was cut off by the hunter rushing to hug him, tears falling freely now.
"No apologies necessary. I've waited so long to hear that. I've waited so long feeling the same way. I love you too, Cas. I love you too." By the end of his proclamation, Dean was whispering into Castiel's ear.
Dean finally let go of the angel, both of them smiling. Cas' smile fell a bit though. "What's wrong?" Dean asked, concerned.
"Your flower crown. It fell off," the Angel said disparagingly. He reached behind his back and picked it up gently, then placed back into the hunter's head, sitting back, satisfied at last.