Destiel Imagines

2. search history

"Dean?" said Cas's deep voice from the doorway.

Dean looked up from the stack of lore he was busy looking through. The bunker was quiet. "Something wrong, Cas?"

"Um," Cas said. He awkwardly walked over to where Dean was sitting and, before Dean could react, wrapped his arms around him from behind and hugged him. Dean went stiff. He had no idea how to react. After an uncomfortable pause, Cas let go. "That, that was a hug," he said, sounding embarrassed and pleased with himself. Then he shuffled back out of the room.

Dean stared at the doorway for a long time, completely bewildered. Finally, he shook his head and told himself to get back to reading.

A few days later, Dean and Sam were downing a pair of beers and laughing as they remembered an old vampire case they'd handled when Cas unexpectedly appeared in the middle of the room, his hands behind his back. "Dean," he said.

The brothers fell silent, and Dean looked up at the angel.

Cas pulled out a bouquet of flowers. Bouquet wasn't really the right word for it, though. There were only three, and they looked like they'd been picked from the side of the road. One of them was missing half its petals. "I found these." He shoved them into Dean's hands and vanished again.

There was a long silence.

"Bro," said Sam finally, a look of disbelief on his face. "Castiel just gave you flowers."

Dean coughed and quickly set the little bouquet on the coffee table. "The angel's been watching too much Netflix, apparently," he muttered.

"He gave you flowers Dean."

"All right, Sammy, I noticed. I'll talk to him about it, okay? I'm sure he's just pulling some kind of prank on us, it's not important." He angrily took a swig of his beer, as if to put an end to the conversation. "Now shut it. I'm serious."

Amused, Sam sat back and propped his feet up. "Whatever you say."

As much as Dean tried to pretend it wasn't important, he couldn't get Cas's weird antics off his mind. So he decided to investigate. He told his brother and his angel that he wasn't feeling well, that they should head off to solve that case in Ontario without him. And the minute they were gone, he threw off the blankets, bolted into Cas's room, grabbed his laptop, and opened Google.

It only took him a second to find Cas's search history. He scrolled down to the bottom, then—as intently as if he were deciphering a tablet—began to read.

[what is a hug]

[do people like hugs]

[ok good thank you google. i will try that]

[what do you mean 'no results found' i simply said thank you]

Dean rolled his lips, trying his hardest not to laugh. Son of a bitch.

He kept reading.

[does dean winchester like flowers]

[is it a good idea to give dean winchester flowers]

[google please stop saying 'no results found' im serious]

Dean smiled all the way up the list, but when he reached the most recent search, he stopped.

[how do you tell someone you're in love with them]

He stared at the screen. The words seemed to flash before his eyes. Love. He realized that he'd stopped breathing, and he closed his eyes and slowly filled his lungs with air, trying to gather his thoughts. When he opened his eyes again, it was still there—that one, beautiful word. Love.

He cursed softly to himself. Shutting the laptop and standing up, he ran his hands through his hair, forcing himself to concentrate—but it was no use. His whole mind was a blur. Cas loves me. My angel is in love with me.

He couldn't believe it. His angel, his beautiful blue-eyed angel, the angel he dreamed about at night, loved him.

It would be several days before Sam and Cas returned. Until then, Dean was trapped inside the bunker, alone with his conflicted feelings and his dizzy, beaming heart.

Someone knocked on the door of Dean's room, waking him up. "Dean?" said a low voice. "Sam told me you called earlier. He said that you needed me to come see you once we got back."

Dean jumped up and rushed to the door, pulling it open. He was momentarily taken aback by the angel's beauty. Cas's eyes, though confused, seemed bluer than usual. Or maybe Dean was still just in a haze from the dream he'd been having. "Cas," he said, smiling breathlessly.

Cas tilted his head. "Are you...well, Dean?"

Dean searched for words. He'd spent days rehearsing this moment over and over in his head, but now that it was here, he had no idea what to say. So he didn't say anything. Grabbing Cas's backwards tie, he pulled the angel close and kissed him, long and passionate.

Finally, Cas pulled away. His eyes were wide. He looked completely freaked out. "D-Dean I-I don't understand-" he began.

"Cas," said Dean. He swallowed, suddenly nervous. Did he love Castiel? Absolutely. And if Cas was too frightened to say it, Dean would say it for him. "Cas. I'm in love with you."

Cas stared at him. "B-but I - I don't - but you -" His eyes shone. "You are?"

Deeply. He kissed Cas again.

[author's note]
If you have an idea for an imagine, pleeeease let me know and I'll do my best to make it for you!
Evly <3