one shots ft. destiel [pt. I] .

34 - valentine's day

Dean yawned and stretched walking into the kitchen.

Seeing Sam sitting at the table on his laptop, he said "mornin' Sammy" while pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"Morning De-" he paused, the hickey on his brothers neck catching his attention. "dude, is that a hickey?"

"Yeah, so? it's valentine's day"

Sam rolled his eyes, sighing, then went back to researching on a case  he had found. "well besides that, i found us a ca-"

"Dean? i put on one of your shirts if thats ok? oh, good morning sam" Cas walked in, cutting off Sam.

"uh.. y-yeah, its fine"
Dean blushed, rubbing the back of his neck.

Sam smirked, then said "de-"

"Don't even start-"

"sti-"

"Sam, i swear to-"

"el" sam finished.

Dean gave him a death stare, and if looks could kill, sam would be dead before he could even hit the ground.

"What is 'destiel', Dean?"
Cas asked, squinting his eyes and tilting his eyes.

"Nothing, Cas" grabbing his hand and leaving the kitchen.

"Don't be to loud!"  Sam yelled.

"Shut it, Samuel!" Dean yelled back.

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happy valentine's day , lovely's
❤️