It Takes Two (Sabriel/Destiel/Michifer) (UNDER HEAVY EDITING)

Destiel and Lucifer is basically Mom

I live for compliments and I feel so alive. Seriously, thank you all so much.

I cant believe we are close to the end of the story but I'm thinking I want to do at least another 6 chapters because I realized there are some important things I wanna add.

My soul mate is so pretty and awesome and like my new best friend yay me.

I would dedicate this to someone but I wanna dedicate it to my soul mate and everyone who complimented me but that's quite a few

Let's do this

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Saturday, December 11th

Do you have a moment to come speak with me at the park? - Angel With A Shotgun

Yeah bee. What time? - Impala67

Now - Angel With A Shotgun

Okay. On my way - Impala67

Dean quickly walked to the park a block away with his hands in his pockets. It was very cold but Cas seemed in a rush to talk to him which actually only worried Dean.

Their relationship seemed fine. Dean was happy, Cas was his adorable bee. Yet, from the way Castiel put it, this was urgent and he had to talk now. All signs of a breakup.

Dean looked around the park and saw his boyfriend sitting on a swing. He looked magnificent, as usual. His warm breath showed in the air and his nose was a bit red. His hair was very messy and he looked to be in deep thought. Dean noticed that he wasn't wearing gloves or anything to keep him warm, except the sweatshirt he borrowed from Dean the day after they got together on November 29th. It was big on him and went passed his hands but it only made him look more small and cute. His eyes captured Dean as they always did. Castiel was looking off in space and Dean could find everything in his eyes. They were a pool of longing and hope, of loss and love. Magnificent.

Cas abruptly turned his head, facing Dean. He was perfection. His dirty blond hair up the way it always was. He had tiny dimples and a hint of a smile, highlighting his features. Dean's chest was rising and falling at a fast pace, he ran here. His hands were shoved in his pockets making him look more adorable. A sweater was tightly wrapped around him showing he didn't embrace the cold like Castiel did. Just as every other time he had seen Dean, his eyes were the biggest wonder. They held the rainforest and he had a particular gleam in his eyes that Cas was always unable to figure out.

It wasn't love for them yet, no. But, in some way, they fell for each other's eyes.

Cas stood and walked toward him, Dean followed suit. Cas looked up slightly and tried to find words. They didn't stand particularly close.

"Dean," He sighed heavily. "What is this? Do you actually have affection for me romantically? Am I overthinking? I've been told I interpret things badly when I overthink. We hold hands, you're quite flirtatious and these feel like romantic gestures." He didn't realize he was rambling or that Dean held to every word.

"Now," Cas immediately started up again. "Before you say anything, what I truly can't comprehend is why? I've ruled out you wanting to be with me. I'm just me. The nerd. So why? In spite of something? A joke? Or, as I rather fear, you want me sexually." He looked anywhere but Dean.

"Wait!" Dean said in shock "You think I'm only dating you as a joke? Or to get in your pants?" Dean walked closer to Cas with furrowed eyebrows. Cas stepped back just the same, shrugging.

"Well, yes."

"Cas," He sounded hurt. "Bee, listen. I wouldn't play a joke like that on you. I wouldn't flirt with you or date you just to fuck you because, believe it or not, I actually really like you." He shrugged shyly. "I liked you since I met you and you're beautiful and funny and kind. Ugh. I don't know how to explain it but you're not just some nerd to me! I like you and it hurts that you thought it was something else between us."