Wrong number? //destiel//

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It was midday when they finally left, a blanket, picnic and fishing gear in the back of Dean's car as they drove along the highway. Cas had taken the seat beside Dean, curled close to him despite the sun shining on them both. Dean partially regretted the black top. "Where is the lake?" "About an hours drive north. I used to go with my uncle Bobby before he passed away." "Oh, when did he die?" "Few months ago. It's okay. Sam and I lost our parents when we were kids. Sam was 6 months, I was 4. Mom died in a fire, dad died a few years later from grief I suppose." "Dean, I'm so sorry. I didn't know. Are you sure you want to go?" "This is my sanctuary Cas, I want to show you it."

There's a small cabin next to the lake, Cas notes, when they climb through the underbrush towards the lake. It's peaceful. A log cabin, a chimney that Cas assumes means there's a fireplace, flowers and a dock just out on the surface of the water, 2 chairs set on it. There's a smile on both of their faces as they walk, Dean with this rucksack and fishing rods while Cas carries the blanket and food. "I know it doesn't seem like much but, just give it a chance." There's a small note of insecurity in Dean's voice as he talks that Cas quickly kisses away. "I love it Dean, honestly." "Good. Choose a seat, my good sir!" Chuckling Cas takes the blue seat, obviously, leaving Dean to take the green. "Remember how to do it?" Dean asks, handing him a rod. Cas raises his eyebrows and smirks, "Bring it, Mr Non-Therapist, Famous Author Slash Fisherman." "Bit of a mouthful Cas." "Worth it. I'm gonna write that on your next book." "Oh hell no!" "Yes!" "Tell you what, you catch more fish than me, I'll think about it." "Thought you were my prize when I inevitably beat your novice ass?" "Sweetheart, you got me anyway."

"I can't believe you bet me literally one!" "Told you I would! So now I get to write it on your book right? In big black, bold letters!" "Okay, I never agreed to that." "Too late! It's happening!" They decided to retire to the cabin after 3 hours fishing, Cas leaving with 5 and Dean 4. There was a definite pout on Deans lips that no amount of nipping or kissing from Cas would disappear. "Dean, don't be upset. Please." "Mm, tell you what. I'll stop pouting, if you make hot chocolate while I light the fire?" "Okay!"

When Cas returns with two steaming hot mugs, marshmallows in the process of melting, he finds Dean just in time to watch the flames spring to life, giving the dark room an orange glow. "It's not cold you know." "What? You want me to put it out?" "No!" "Then quit complaining and come sit down." Taking the seat beside him, Cas offers the mug and sips his, smiling when Dean lowers his to show a marshmallow moustache. "Handsome." Dean frowns before Cas is leaning over and kissing him, wiping away most of the pink substance. Dean chuckles and pulls Cas back, both men turning to watch the fire, the crackle and pops filling the room.

"I'm really happy you texted me that night." Dean says suddenly, his now empty mug on the floor. "I'm glad your sleeping schedule is so screwed that you were still awake at 4am." "Well, I was actually asleep that night but it was worth being woken up." "Dean! Why the hell did you reply to me?? It was the middle of the night and I was drunk!" "Yeah, but you needed help. I'd never leave someone who was panicking like you were." "Teddy bear." "Shut up. I need to add more wood to the fire, it's getting cold." He's met with a deadweight in his lap, Cas slumping to the side. "Or, we could just cuddle and make out? I'm positive that'll heat you up." "My god. What have my lips done to you?" "I'm addicted Dean! I need my fix."

He turns and puckers his lips, moving them almost like a fish as he makes grabby hands at Deans shirt. Chuckling Dean leans down, pausing a breathe away from Cas' lips as he slips out, "Fuck. I love you." And then his lips are there, hard, possessive and demanding. It's all Cas can do to keep up, moving his own lips in perfect rhythm the second his mind catch up. "Dean," It's gasped out, in amongst the three seconds Dean allows for breath before he's stealing it again. "Dean. Dean, fuck, wait." "What?" "Did you say?" "When?" "Before you kissed me." Cas is getting irritated, fighting the urge to kiss him but also tug at Dean's hair until he gets the answer he's looking for. "Oh, I um, I said I love you." It's whispered, eyes looking anywhere but at Cas' blinding blue eyes. "Dean," "Mm?" "I love you too."

The smile they share is huge, and Cas is surprised it even fits on their faces. "Fuck. I love you Dean. I love you." Dean response is swallowed in a kiss but Cas knows exactly what it is, feels it roll across Deans tongue onto his own as they fight for domination. Dean inevitably wins and Cs is putty in his arms, small sighs and contented whimpers leaving them both. They split after a while, when Deans back hurts from the angle, curling together on the couch, Cas again pressed between Dean's body and the couch. "Dean?" "Yeah?" "What are we?" "What do you mean?" "Are we friends? Boyfriends?" Dean frowns. "Do we need a label right now?" "No. I just, when our brothers ask, what do we say?" "How about," There's a small pause, a small smile growing on Deans lips before he's looking at Cas.

"We're each others wings."

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I'm afraid we have reached the end. Thank you for coming on the journey with us, I hope you all enjoyed it. sivers00 I hope this was what you were asking for, thank you for the prompt.

Always keep fighting. You are never alone. You are enough.