Imagine Dean waking up one night, blindly patting around his bed in the darkness, but only finding deserted sheets. For a second his sleep hazed mind is alarmed, fear crawling in the corners of his mind, only to hear the euphonious sound of the piano drift from downstairs. He stumbles out of bed, legs slightly wobbly as he pads down the dark brown wooden stairs. He leans against the railing, enthralled by the sight of his husband playing the piano, fingers swiftly pressing the keys, eliciting the pleasant sound of the harmony. It fills the otherwise silent house and Dean can't quite feel anything but at home. A smile tugging at the corners of his dry lips. He finally decides on walking over, breaking the comfortable haze that had settled through him. He sits next to his husband, going practically unnoticed and although he doesn't know much, he begins to play along.
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Destiel One-shots.
DiversosShort Destiel one-shots I wrote. Needed a place to put them. I don't own any of the Supernatural characters, nor do I own the show.
