|Cold Hands|

Chapter One.

Dis is a CUTE SHORT DESTIEL FIC, WITH FLUFF AND SMUT.

Cas' POV:

I sat next to Dean crossed legged, watching the stars with him. The Milky Way shining unusually brilliant on this chilly September night. Dean sighed and rested his head on my shoulder. I smiled, this was nice. Watching the stars with him, which we did quite often. It took our minds off of things and simply put us at ease. Dean seems to enjoy them the most, and it makes me happy to see him happy.

"Cas when is the next shower going to happen?" Dean asks smoothly, while rubbing my hand. "Not for the next five years." I reply, leaning back to lay down on the plaid colored picnic blanket. Dean followed suit and tucked himself in the crook of my arm, sub(hehe)consciously playing with my tie. "You think we'll still be alive to watch it?" He asks, genuinely curious, and I nod my head. "Of course we will. As long as a certain assbutt doesn't get me killed."

He laughed, father I loved the pure sound of his laughter, and then he turned over on top of me. Staring up at him with a small smile hinting my lips, I squint my eyes suspiciously. "What are you up too, Winchester?" He just gives me his signature 'I'm up to something face" and leans down to whisper something in my ear. "Is it getting hot out here or is that just me?" I stare back, getting quite flustered myself as I remember last nights promise..

(Cas remembering last night)
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Cas slammed Dean out of the closet (HEHE) and into the wall across from it, trailing wet kisses down his throat. Dean moaned out his name, gripping the sides of a desk beside him. Cas trailed his tongue all the way down towards his abdomen, leaving a few light bite marks before traveling back to his luscious neck. Giving him a long, passionately rough kiss.

"Dean, we h--have to s-stop..Sam, will be here, any..moment.." Cas panted out every word, regretting them. But he knew Sam would arrive soon and Dean would be so chagrined he would most likely pass away. He could just bring him back, but Cas would rather NOT have that happen. Dean let out a frustrated moan and wrapped one leg around Castiel's hip, pulling him into his embrace. "Dean.."

Cas warned, but he didn't listen, instead he starting biting Cas' neck, leaving hickies here and there. A door opened downstairs, the two lovers froze in place, both so close they were breathing each others air in suspense."Tomorrow night, Dean. We can continue this tomorrow night, I promise okay?" Cas pants out, only untangling himself from him once Dean nods in agreement.

Sitting side by side, both noticeably disheveled, the younger Winchester flung the bedroom door open.

"So get this.."