Collection of Destiel

Flowers and Sundresses

Smut and Fluff.

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"Honey, I'm home!" Dean hollered through the house as he tossed his keys and wallet on the walkway table and toed off his shoes. He didn't get a response which only made him smile. Tiptoeing through their home, a small smirk strung across his lips, he found himself standing against the sliding glass door that led to their backyard.

Just shy of the porch Dean had built himself, he could see his husband kneeling down beside his flowers. Castiel tended his flowers every day, telling Dean repeatedly that nature is something that needs to be nourished and cherished. There were flowers of all colors and heights, most of them Dean hadn't the faintest idea of their name. But the garden brought Dean happiness because it brought the love of his life so much happiness.

Another couple seconds and Dean started to feel like a creep so he slid open the door as quickly as he could and stepped out onto the warm wood in his socks. The sun beat against his skin and suit as he stepped to the edge, his eyes never wavering from his husband's figure.

Castiel, seemingly feeling the presence behind him, stood up and turned to meet Dean's eyes. It amazed Dean that those eyes could look any more blue than they already do any other time, but the sun and green grass behind him seemed to pop the color so breathtakingly.

"You're home early." Cas remarked casually as he turned back to his tools to start to pack them up.

Dropping his eyes, Dean's cheeks warmed at the sight of one of Cas' favorite sun dresses. The dress was brilliant yellow with swirls of orange and red. The length came just below his knees and seemed to swirl about his thighs with every move he made.

"You're so fucking beautiful." Dean muttered under his breath more to himself than anyone else.

Hearing it, with a smirk of his own, Castiel hooked his chin over his shoulder and batted his eyebrows up at his husband. "Is that so?"

All he could do was nod as he stopped down from the porch and toward where Cas was crouching. When he was close enough he knelt down and pressed his chest against Cas' back until his thighs were squeezing Cas' hips. Not being able to help it, Dean sealed his lips against the warm skin beside a strap of Cas' dress.

"You're so goddamn beautiful I want to quit my job and spend all day simply watching you." Dean purred as he nipped his teeth along Cas' throat gaining a head tilt and moan from the other man. Dean's hands slid over the material of the dress until he dug his fingers into Cas' thighs. "I want to wrap you up in our bed and never let you leave."

"My flowers would die." Cas pouted playfully as he tried to turn to meet Dean's eyes.

But Dean didn't let his grip loosen, instead he smoothed his palms down until his fingertips made contact with the edge of Cas' dress. "That would be a damn shame, wouldn't it?" At this point Dean's voice was so husky Cas was sure he didn't know what he was saying in the heat of the moment.

"Dean-"

A tsking sound left Dean's lips as he grasped the corner of Cas' dress and slowly started to bunch them up until more and more skin was exposed to the sun. "You should probably get more sun up here, sweetheart."

Humming, Cas nodded along and let his head fall back on Dean's shoulder. "Probably."

Dean smirked when his fingers made contact with the inner softness of his husband's thighs. "I love you so fucking much. Every day I'm at work all I can think about is that you're here in these dresses of yours."

"Mmmm." Cas arched his back when he felt a palm suddenly put pressure on his hardening cock.

Dean lost his breath when he felt the silky panties make contact with his skin. "Holy shit, Cas."