Collection of Destiel

Laughter Is The Best Medicine

There are two sounds Dean loves most in the world: Sam and Cas' laughter. Those little explosions of smiles seem to be the only light in the darkness that Dean has come to call his home in the world. Which is why he makes it one of his missions to hear them at least once a day, or as often as he can manage.

Sometimes Sam's laughter comes from ridiculous pranks. Dean will change the background of his computer to a still from a porno. That laughter isn't deep, but it's light enough to bring a smile that reaches Dean's eyes. What Dean really strives for is the laughter that shakes Sam's entire frame. Like when Dean isn't even paying attention and someone says something comical on a hunt and the younger Winchester just loses it. Those are the best laughs to Dean.

Cas is a little harder to get to laugh. Even though the angel has fallen, his humor is still rough around the edges. Chuckles come daily from the fallen angel, over trivial things that sometimes Dean doesn't understand but still chuckles along because even a chuckle seems to remind him that Cas is okay. The only time Dean ever heard Cas' full body laugh was when the two of them were eating at a diner and Dean spilt the entire bottle of hot sauce on his lap. Even though it was miserable for Dean, the laughter made his heart ache.

Laughing never really touches Dean, though. He never really feels as though he has the energy anymore for a good laugh. But all he really cares about is making the people he love laugh. All he wants is to give them happiness, even if just for a second.

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"I told you a thousand times, baby, I didn't fall." Dean spoke to his boyfriend but was glaring at his brother. "That bitch is lying."

"I am not, jerk!" An amused smile twinkled in Sam's eyes causing Dean to hold his breathe. "We were walking out of the police station and Dean tripped not a second after we got out the door! The entire police station was howling!"

Castiel, tucked against Dean's side, giggled. "Did it hurt, Dean?"

"No it didn't-"

"No. Did it hurt... when you fell from heaven?" Cas grinned as he looked up at Dean with the hopes that he was telling a joke that would make Dean laugh. "Because damn, God must be missing an angel since you're sitting here beside me."

Before Sam could laugh at the outrageously comical lines Castiel had asked him about days ago, something happened in the kitchen of the bunker. Dean laughed. He didn't laugh like he was laughing along with the world. This laugh erupted from so far inside of his soul tears started to sprout from his eyes. And he couldn't find it in himself to stop even when the two other men were staring at him with grinning wonder.

Castiel didn't stop, couldn't help but want to hold onto Dean's laughter. So he reached his hand up and searched for Dean's shirt tag. "Where's the tag that says 'made in heaven'?"

Dean's eyes pinched shut as he buried his face in Cas' shoulder and started to choke on his laughs. The corner of his lips dug painfully into his cheeks. He couldn't stop the pure joy he was getting out of everything Cas was saying, nor did he really want to.

"How come you're not on top of a Christmas Tree? I thought that is where angels are supposed to be?"

This time Sam lost it, too. His laughter joined into Dean's and soon all three of them were wheezing as they tried to catch their breath. After what felt like years the atmosphere quieted at the room was silent. And in that silence Dean realized something.

With wide eyes he searched first Cas' and then Sam's. "Did you guys... plan that?"

Sam shrugged. "Not my best work. But Cas was saying how you always try to make us laugh and we ever really hear you laugh. Thought he was onto something. Plus I know how much you enjoy cheesy jokes and pick-up lines."

Dean met Cas' eyes again and smiled at him lovingly. "Thanks, angel."

"You're welcome." Castiel seemed to preen under the compliment. "I love your laugh, Dean. You should show it to us more often."

"I'll try. I didn't think you guys noticed-"

"Dude." Sam stood with a bitch-face. "We love you. You're my big brother and you're Cas' better half. You really think we wouldn't notice?"

Dean pretended like the single tear caught in his eye was from the previous laughing tears. "Uh-well-"

"You're welcome." Sam winked at him before starting his trek to his bed. "But just to warn you, Cas learned like an entire book of pick-up lines. So be prepared." With one last chuckle Sam was gone.

Turning back to the fallen angel now snuggling into his side, Dean smiled. This smile wasn't because of a laugh or a joke. This smile was the one Dean didn't know he had until he met Cas. It was the one with so much love that he saved it for the person that he fell in love with.

"I love you." Dean pressed the words against the perpetual bedhead.

"I love you, too." Cas reached up to press a chaste kiss to his lips before pulling back with a devious grin. "Are you religious? Because you are the answer to my prayers."

Sam didn't get much sleep that night, not that he minded, because not a minute rolled by where he didn't hear his brother's newfound laughter.