Collection of Destiel

"Beauty"

"I don't understand the amount of weight humans put on theseabsurd characteristics that they deem as 'beauty'. Do they not know they are the true embodiment of beauty even with these so called 'flaws'?" Cas pondered openly as he sat with Sam in the bunker while a talk show filled the silence.

Sam rolled his eyes but he was almost touched at the words of the fallen angel. Ever since Cas' Fall they spent a lot of time watching TV or reading newspapers so that Cas could fit in more with the world of humanity. Most of the time it was Dean sitting with him, for reasons Sam would never bring to their attention, but Dean was out helping an old friend so it left the two of them.

"People are weird, Cas. They don't all think like Angels of the Lord."

"It's frustrating." Cas angrily clicked the remote and the screen turned blank. "I would rather stare at a wall than sit through another hour of someone telling people what they should look like if they want to find love. That doesn't matter. Physical attraction is not the only factor, and even then you would be surprised how looks can be perceived by different people."

"Maybe you should become a talk show host." Sam snorted just as the bunker door clanked open.

"Honey, I'm home!" Dean's voice carried.

"Dean!" Cas grinned and shot up from his spot on the couch only to pad off toward the entrance.

Sam rolled his eyes and stared at the black computer screen. Maybe Cas missed the way Dean always found amusement in Cas' ramblings, always agreed with him and seemed to hang off of every word the fallen angel spoke. Or maybe he missed the way the two would gravitate towards each other on the couch and within a half hour they were would pressed against each other with rose tinted cheeks. The way the two would catch each other's eyes and hold them like there was nothing in the world except white noise.

The younger hunter shifted his upper body to the side to catch a glance over toward where the two of them were hovering over each other. Dean gently brought his hand up and cupped the back of Cas' neck, even from there Sam could see the way his thumb gently caressed his sunkissed skin. The fallen angel pressed his palm over the fabric of Dean's shirt over where his heart was beating.

When Sam leaned and tried, he could just barely pick up their whispers.

"Missed you, angel." Dean's voice was softer than Sam ever remembered.

"I missed you, as well."

"What have you and Sammy been up to?"

"He taught me how to play poker and then we watched TV a lot. Can I ask you something?" Cas let his voice drop off almost anxiously.

"Anything, Cas."

"Do you... am I physically pleasing to you?" The worry in Cas' voice was bone aching.

Sam was confused at the pause, thinking his brother would be an idiot to hesitate at a question like that. But when he turned his eyes back over, he found them embraced with their lips locked. His older brother held onto Cas like he was delicate and would break. They stayed plastered against each other for a few more moments until Dean pulled back and rested their foreheads together.

Through heavy pants his older brother whispered, "You're goddamn beautiful, angel."

Sam turned his back to them for some privacy, but he couldn't help the shit eating grin from forming across his lips.