Destiel One-shots.

Horror blurred behind stunning blue eyes.

The harsh night in Purgatory is settling, ruthless creature still squandering the deep forest in search for unsuspecting pray but in purgatory you are obligated to be constantly alert, senses are flaring: searching and predicting.

Nights in Purgatory are the worst for Dean and tonight the heat of the petty fire they had managed, just wasn't enough. Benny was sleeping lightly across from the fire, but even in the creatures most peaceful state he was alert.

Dean is shivering, struggling to keep the temperature of his human body warm enough to survive the long, cold night. He cradles himself into a ball, willing his body temperature to steady for just this night, tomorrow they were leaving this crude place. They had finally found Cas and for the first time since he had step foot in purgatory he wasn't forcing himself to have some hope, that this nightmare was soon over.

Castiel had decided to sleep close but not close enough to feel any of his vessel's body heat and tonight he was on guard anyway. He never actually sleeps being a celestial being and all, so Dean and Benny were supposed to be finally getting a night of shut eye after an excruciating amount of days. 

Castiel can't stand the constant clatter of Deans chittering teeth, frustrated he stands up, strolls over to Dean and lays down near Deans shivering body. Dean shuffles away slightly stunned and shocked by the sudden proximity but Cas just gives him a soft and clearly worried look.
"Dean."he mutters barely loud enough to be heard over the restless wind and crackle of the fire. Yet, it's enough to make Dean stop shuffling away.

"Dean, the human body was not created to widstand such harsh conditions and climate. You may get hypothermia." Cas reminds. He wants Dean to stop shuffling away and to come closer without actually desiring to mentioning it.

Dean refuses, shutting his eyes with defiance. Snuggling next to a guy is weird and it's not like he can't handle a little bit of wind, he's seen and been through much more horrid things. He thinks but his thoughts begin over-crowding his sleep deprived mind.

Cas, predicting Dean hardheaded response, comes closer. They lay, both on their sides, facing each other, there legs the only things touching.

Dean goes to resist and pull away but he begins to feel comforting warmth flooding through him and in spite of himself, he reluctantly ends up getting drawn by the yearned feeling and snuggling in the slightest closer. His thoughts melt away as his body seems to thaw.

He is once again suddenly reminded of the close proximity as he feels a breath ghost his lips and his eyes shoot open to find his nose almost touching Cas'.

Deans thoughts start swirling in his head almost as harshly as the wind but they start dissipating as Dean is pinned, fixated by Cas' captivating blue eyes. They are usually filled with soul piercing concentration but instead hold a much softer emotion. The freezing wind picks up speed with an eerie howl, breaking Dean out from his trans like state, thoughts and worries crashing back in like if the wind had broken the mental barricade that Deans distraction had created.

Dean looked downwards silently begging for a different distraction that wasn't Cas' blue eyes, he remembers the shock he had felt minutes ago at begin so close and then getting lost in those eyes and embarrassment hits him like a semi-truck. That's when Cas comes closer so close that the smallest movement for Deans would result in their faces brushing together.

Cas is looking down trying desperately to catch Dean stare. But Dean stubbornly looks down and when he finally does looks up at Cas' blue eyes they're filled with captivation, he's always so captivated by humanity and all its different traits, with a glint of temptation that makes Dean heart flutter although he would never admit it.

Castiel eyes wander to Dean's chapped lips and back to his emerald eyes greedily taking in every detail. Dean swallows the hard lump that had began to form in his dry throat, He licked his chapped lips as the cold weather and dangerous atmosphere for the first time in what's probably been forever has seemed to escape his thoughts.

Dean presses his lips onto Cas'. Every single thought of the horror that is the forest of Purgatory and the lost soulless creatures haunting it and all of his worries of them catching up melt away and the only thing that exists is Cas' warm lips moving fluidly against his own.