Dean wakes to hearing someone's voice. The voice is deep and gravelly. A shiver goes down his spine and he realizes he's aroused. His eyes open to see that Sam is gone and Cas is sitting on the bed; space is nonexistent between the two of them. Cas' thigh is Dean's pillow. Dean's arms are wrapped tightly around Cas' legs.
Dean is cuddling the angel.
He's singing. Dean can't understand the words, but Cas' crooning makes him unable to feel his bones. His entire body has gone numb, except his jaw which decided to drop. It's then when he feels Cas' hand rubbing circles on his back and gently drawing imaginary pictures. Dean feels so warm he's pretty sure he has a fever. He can feel the scarlet color creeping all the way from his neck into his cheeks. Dean's just laying down secretly appreciating Cas' warmth when he suddenly rolls over and looks Cas straight in the eyes. Dean hears himself talking. "You're beautiful." Cas stiffens, quickly retracts his hand, looks down into Dean's eyes, and then relaxes when he sees sincerity in those gorgeous green eyes.
I could say the same about you.
It's what Cas wants to say, but Dean interrupts his thoughts by being incoherent. "What I,uh, meant was that-" Dean clears his throat and starts worrying the back of his neck. "Your singing sounds kind of,uh, it sounds really nice." Cas frowns, disappointed in Dean's recollection of his statement. Deans rolls out of bed and takes a couple of steps backwards, "Personal space. Remember, Cas?" He tries to sound irritated, but the anger can't be found. That was probably the single greatest wake up call of Dean's entire life. "Thanks for the pie." Dean awkwardly adds as he stumbles into the bathroom.
When Dean exits the bathroom, he sees Cas standing by the door; however,it is highly unlikely he plans on using it.
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That's Impossible
FanfictionA short little Destiel fic wherein Dean has to finally face his feelings for the angel when Castiel's well being is at risk. I do not own the characters, but you already knew that.
