Destiel oneshots

Flowers for the dead

Every day Dean Winchester would see a boy walk past his house. He looked like he was in his early twenties just like Dean, and he was probably a student too as he was always carrying a bag with him. He had dark brown hair, a slender body and big blue eyes that he could see light up even through his dirty window.
And every time he walked past he took one flower. It was only one flower, but as he took one each day from Dean's perfect garden, it could quickly be seen as annoying.

"I wonder who gets all those flowers," Dean thought bitterly to himself. "Puh, she is one lucky girl,"
Dean blushed as he caught himself thinking like that.
The next day as he saw the boy stop outside his house and decide which flower he would choose, Dean stepped outside and scared the poor boy half to death. As soon as he heard the door open he ripped his hand to himself, cutting himself on the rose he was going to pick. He instantly hid the wounded finger in his fist.
"I see you're helping yourself to my roses," Dean said smirking. "That is one lucky girl you have. Is she so important that you turn to stealing to get her flowers?"
"I-it's not, I mean, I'm not," the boy stammered, blushing furiously.
"Every day I see you passing here, taking one of my flowers. Today I would like to tag along," Dean said enjoying the shocked look on the boy's face. "Just to see if she truly is worth my roses,"
Dean didn't listen to the boy's stammers as he grabbed his arm forcing him to walk.
"Lead the way!"

After a minute of quiet walking, Dean asked:
"What is your name, lover boy?"
He seemed surprised at the sudden question that cut through the silence.
"Castiel. My name is Castiel Novak," he whispered, still red like a tomato.
"Castiel. That's quite the mouthful isn't it?" Dean snickered. "My name's Dean Winchester, since you didn't ask,"
Dean could hear Castiel muttering out a quiet "sorry" and marveled over the young boy's awkwardness. He must have known that he was only joking, right?
"So where are we heading, Cas?" Dean asked, unintentionally shortening his name.
Cas bit his lip, like he didn't want to say. Or maybe he didn't dare. Dean was a stranger after all.
"Okay, I can wait and see," Dean shrugged.

A few minutes later they were swinging in on a different road than Dean had expected, and as they stood in front of the big iron gates outside the church, Dean realized that they were on their way to the graveyard. And for once, Dean didn't say anything.
He kept following Cas into the graveyard until they were standing in front of a headstone that was recently set up, maybe a few weeks old. Maybe About the time when he started seeing Castiel taking flowers from him.

"Who is she?" Dean asked quietly as he looked at the smooth stone.
" 'Hannah Charlene Novak' born November 21, 1992- died May 7th, 2016. She was my twin sister and my best friend," Castiel whispered as he put down the Rose he had gone through so much trouble to bring underneath a picture of a beautiful girl with dark hair and big blue eyes.
"How did she die?" Dean asked, hoping he didn't go too far.
"Stupid boyfriend Dick Roman drove while he was drunk and wrecked the car. He survived, she didn't," Cas snarled. "I remember that when he woke up the first thing he asked about was if the car was repairable,"
Dean placed a hand softly on Cas' shoulder, making him look up into his apple green eyes.
"Cas," Dean said tenderly. "She is worthy of my flowers,"

After that day Dean and Cas fell into routine.
Cas would show up outside Dean's house, and they would together choose a flower for Hannah. Sometimes they also brought a candle, and just sat in front of her headstone talking until the light burned out and it was dark outside.
One July night it was awfully cold for the season, and Cas found himself shivering. When he felt Dean place his jacket over Cas' shoulders he couldn't help but blush furiously.
"Won't you be cold now?" Cas mumbled taking in the scent of Dean's jacket. It smelled like cologne, apple pie and leather. It was a nice smell.
"Nah, I got a thick sweater on," Dean said smiling that smile that made Cas' cheeks heat up even more.
"I like that color on you," Dean laughed, making Cas go a brighter red.
"Shut up," he mumbled pulling the jacket closer.

As they were walking home, and the sun started to set, the sky was filled with amazing colors. Deep red went to orange, which went to yellow and finally to lilac. Dean and Cas stopped and just stared up at the sky for a while.
"You know what? The blue in the skies reminds me of your eyes," Dean said casually, like he didn't even realize what he had just said. Cas stared at Dean until he saw the realization of his words hit him, making him change into the color of the sunset.
Cas laughed.
"Well, yours reminds me of the earth," Cas confessed very quietly staring down at his shoes.
He felt a finger underneath his chin pulling his face up.
Suddenly Cas was staring into those beautiful green eyes he loved so much.
"Does that mean we fit together?" Dean asked smiling tenderly.
"I guess it does," Cas said, barely a whisper.
They stood like that for a few seconds, until Dean broke the silence.
"Cas, may I kiss you?"
Cas' eyes were wide open.
"You may," he whispered.
So Dean did.
He went in very slowly, making Cas impatient. Cas grabbed Dean's sweater, pulling him down the last centimeters, making their lips clash together.
And with the sunset behind them, Dean's jacket around Cas' shoulders and their lips collided, it couldn't get more perfect.
Dean tasted like sweet mint, and his breath was so warm when he took a sharp breath in between kisses. And Cas tasted like the pies his mother used to make him, mixed with cheap mints and green apples. He tasted perfect.
And as the skies went from lilac to dark blue, they pulled away letting their foreheads rest against each other. When Cas was breathing now Dean could see the breath turn to smoke in the chilled air as warmth collided with the cold.

The didn't say anything the rest of the way. They didn't have to.

That night, as Cas was trying to sleep, Dean's lips still on his mind, he silently thanked Hannah for bringing them together. And for the first time, he saw the silver lining. And he saw happiness. He saw a good future with Dean by his side and his twin sister in his heart.