Collection Of Destiel II

An Angel's Birthday

"I didn't even think angels had birthdays." Dean grumbled under his breath as he sulked by another store in the shopping mall in a town they were researching for a hunt. "I mean... they were created before time, right?"

"Dean." Sam sent his brother a bitch face but didn't slow his stroll. "Cas wants to be more human. And that includes having a birthday. He picked August 20thfor whatever reason so we are just gonna go with it. Stop whining like a bitch."

"That's my line." The older brother stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets and glared at the ground. It wasn't that he didn't want to celebrate his boyfriend's 'birthday'... it's just that he didn't know what in the world to get him. Dean had never been a great gift-giver and he didn't want to ruin what he has with his angel.

"What about his own tv?" Sam asked as they passed by an electronic store.

"He watches the one in my room." Dean finally raised his eyes to give the long line of stores a good look. "And that isn't personal enough. He needs like a Hallmark card but not a card yknow... he needs something special and totally Cas and..."

Sam slowed until he stopped and measured up his brother closely. "What about... an engagement-"

"No. Nope." Dean shot his brother a death glare before quickly walking away from that conversation. "It's too soon. Maybe in like a year or two if we are still alive."

"Maybe a-"

"Holy fuck!" Dean's voice screamed through the mall, making a few parents glare his way and a few children let out giggles, just before he was sprinting through the building.

Sam called after his brother but decided to just wait there for whatever idea seemed to strike his brother's mind.

After what felt like hours of running Dean stepped into a store that smelt like every single cliché candle scent all being blasted right down his nasal cavities. His eyes swept over the array of colorful waxes until he spotted a worker and made his way to her with a polite smile.

"Hello, sir. Is there something I can help you find?" The girl asked with a genuine smile.

"Yeah-uh..." Dean's eyes swept over the place again as he wrung his hands at his sides. "My boyfriend's birthday is tomorrow. I wanted to get him something special. I don't have a lot of money but I was wondering if maybe you had like a honey-scented candle?"

"Of course!" She gushed with a widening grin before leading him over to a display toward the back of the store. "We have honey, honeysuckle, and some honey coated fruit scents. The price varies on the size. I'm sure he will love it. They really do smell great."

Dean's smile softened as his eyes fell on a candle with a bee on the label. "Perfect."

THE NEXT DAY

"Your wrapping paper skills are atrocious." Sam chuckled as he grabbed his jacket and the keys to a rental car.

"Shut it." Dean licked his lips as he hovered over the gift. The final touch was a blue ribbon tied in a bow taped on top. It didn't look like much, from its place on a wobbly motel table, but to Dean it was the most perfect gift he could ever dream of. "Get outta here. He'll be here any minute."

Rolling his eyes, Sam retreated from the room.

All Dean could do was to sit in a chair and stare at the present as he counted down the minutes he had to wait. Cas had been kinda human now for a while, still having some of his powers but also starting to feel and comprehend and yearn to be more of a human. It made Dean's head spin to think that an Angel of the freakin' Lord would have asked him on a date. Not to mention the feeling in Dean's gut when he remembers that Cas was the one to kiss him first, to demand politely they hold hands, to start wearing Dean's clothing, to be possessive over the hunter when they were hustling in bars...

"Dean." No flutter of wings this time, instead there was the creaking of the motel door.

Dean looked up to meet curious blue eyes. His lips smoothed into a warm smile as he stood to greet his boyfriend. They gravitated toward each other like the preamble of a dance they've been choreographing since they met. Only when their arms were firmly wrapped around each other did Dean breathe easier. Life was always crisper with his angel in his arms.

"I can infer that you did not forget today is my birthday." Cas' gravelly voice was a little strained, a little tired.

"Course I didn't forget, honey." Dean pulled back with a short wink before gesturing towards the table. "I got you a few things."

The falling angel's eyes widened a bit, as if he didn't expect a gift, before he shuffled toward the table. "You didn't have to, Dean." But the smile on Cas' face made Dean know that he did in fact have to.

"Just open it up." Dean leaned back against the motel door and crossed his arms lazily over his chest.

Tearing at the paper, the angel gasped as he held the candle in his palm. His eyes met Dean's and they both shared a giddy grin. "Does it really smell like honey?"

"It does." Dean flushed a little. "I know you miss that smell from when you spent so much time with the bees. So I figured you could just light that sucker up and bam! You're back to those good old days."

Cas nodded as he set the candle down delicately on the table, his eyes glistening softly. "Thank you so much. I love it."

"There's one more thing that's kinda a bunch of things." Now Dean's voice wavered a little with nerves. He hoped Cas would react as well as he did in Dean's imagined scenario.

When Cas picked up with envelope he tilted his head in intrigue. Both men seemed to hold their breath as Cas opened it and pulled out a stack of construction paper cut into small rectangles. With a deep breath, Dean watched Cas' profile like a hawk.

"'One Backrub', 'One Breakfast in Bed', 'One Ice Cream for Dinner Date'..." Cas grinned as he glanced over at Dean. "What are these?"

"They're coupons. You can cash them into me any time. They aren't limited to one time. Just any time you want anything on those pieces of paper you show me and I'll do it." Dean rubbed at the back of his neck and dropped his eyes. "Read the last one."

The only reason Dean knew Cas read it was the soft gasp that seemed to fill the room. "Dean..."

"You ever gonna use it?" Pushing his nerves to the side, Dean managed the courage to look up only to find his angel standing right in front of them.

With their noses almost touching, Cas nodded softly and held up the car. Dean didn't have to read it, didn't have to see 'Tell Me You Love Me' written in his own shitty handwriting to open his mouth with a couple glistens in his own eyes. "I love you."

Cas grinned around the tears now pouring over his cheek bones. The angel leant forward and sealed their lips in a kiss. Tasting salt and the softness of his angel's love, Dean knew that his gifts weren't stupid. They were perfect.

"I love you, too, Dean."

A COUPLE HOURS LATER

"Enough!" Sam growled as he sprang forward and tried to take the card from Cas' hand.

But the angel dodged the attack and laughed outrageously as he fled to the other side of the room.

Meanwhile Dean was singing 'Can't Fight This Feeling' from the top of his lungs toward Cas with as much melodramatic spark as he could... for the fourth time that night... and not the last time either.