Feathers and Fluff (One Shots) {Destiel}

Luci's Little Brother

Dean was heaidng over to his boyfriend's house. They had been dating for about a month now and they were still kind of strangers, so they decided to hang out one Saturday when they didn't have much homework or tests to study for, not that they would do it if they did have it, anyway. He pulled up in his Impala and strolled up to the door. He rang the doorbell and not but two seconds later did the door swing open. It wasn't his boyfriend - Luci - at the door, but rather, another blue-eyed boy.

Dean's heart jumped at the sight. He thought, maybe, Luci was cheating on him. It was only a month, how could he do such a thing? Dean was becoming anger fast, before the boy interrupted his thoughts.

"Lucifer is upstairs," the boy pointed toward the back of the house towards the stairs, "He's waiting for you."

Dean immediately calmed down, but still wanted to make sure, "So, you're his brother?"

The boy nodded.

"Oh," Dean rubbed nervously at his neck, "He's never mentioned you."

"I doubt he would," the boy sighed, shutting the door after Dean entered the house.

Dean didn't know how to responds, so he broke the silence with an awkward cough and Cas lead him to Lucifer's room. Dean didn't know why, but he found the boy's eyes an even more sparkling blue than those of his boyfriend. Also, in all honesty, Dean prefered dating a guy shorter than him. Sure, Lucifer was the same height, and that was fine, but Dean liked being a bit superior, so he favored shorter men. The boy came about 2 inches below Dean's height, which Dean had always thought was a perfect height difference for his other half. 

Dark hair, blue eyes. That was Dean's type. He wasn't only restricted to those lines when it came to dating, but it was definitely pulling factor. He felt compelled by the boy, as if under a spell, and he hoped secretly that the curse could only be lifted by a soft and gentle kiss, giving him an excuse to closely examine the plump, pink lips that laid perfectly on his face. He couldn't help but stare at the boy until the door opened and Lucifer appeared out into the hallway.

"Oh, hey, you're here," Lucifer reached out for Dean's hand, pulling him in the doorway next to himself.

"Yea," Dean smiled at his boyfriend before he turned to the boy again, "What was your name?"

"Castiel," the boy looked at the ground.

"Well, Cas, it was nice meeting you," Dean smiled before Luci shut the door.

"So, how ya doin'?" Lucifer smiled at his boyfriend, back against the door, as if Dean would just run away otherwise.

"Uhmm, good, and yourself?" Dean coughed, still dazed by the other blue-eyed boy.

"Well, I missed you," Lucifer cooed seductively, gazing Dean up and down his toned body.

"I bet you did," Dean winked, focusing more on his boyfriend at this point.

Lucifer walked over to his bed and sat down, "So, what do you want to do?"

"Whatever you want, your house," Dean shrugged, dropping himself down onto the bed net to Luci.

"Well, I do know what I want to do," Lucifer licked his lips.

"What," Dean smirked.

"You," Lucifer's hot breath glazed over Dean's ear.

With that, in a matter of seconds, Lucifer had positioned himself in Dean's lap, a leg on each side of his body. It didn't occur to Dean what was happening until Lucifer had him leaning against the matress with his back, and their chests pressed firmly together.

Now, Dean was usually the first to jump into the sack, but this just didn't feel right. Not less than five minutes ago was Dean comparing his boyfriend to his little brother, thinking of all the things he saw in Cas that he had prefered in the men he dated, and here he was, with the man he's dating, and he was having doubts. He looked into Lucifer's face, and hoped for a change. A dark-haired, blue-eyed change.

He sat up, gently pushing Lucifer off of him, "Woah, there. Maybe we should wait."

"Wait?" Lucifer wasn't one used to rejection, much like Dean, "It's been a month."

"Yea, exactly," Dean was trying to think of an excuse instead of because I might like your brother, "Just a month. Maybe we should wait another."

"What's the matter? This isn't like you," Lucifer reached out to cup Dean's face, but he was swatted away.

"I just," Dean got up, "I don't know if this is going to work out,"

Lucifer was becoming angry, "What do you mean you don't know if this is going to work out? Are you breaking up on me?"

Dean nervously answered, "Yea, I guess I am. I'm really sorry, Lucifer."

"No!" Lucifer stomped over to Dean, who was standing at the closet door, knocking a lamp over in the process.

Dean flinched when the glass crashed onto the floor, protecting his head with his hands, "Hey, please, don't be like this."

"I'll be however the fuck I please," Lucifer's face was boiling red with anger.

In a fit of rage, a punch was slung into the side of Dean's face, him hitting the back of the closet door and sliding to the ground. Just in the knick of time before Luci could deal another punch, Castiel entered the room and tackled Lucifer.

"Get off me!" Lucifer paced the room, trying to shake off his little brother.

"Not until you calm down!" the boy hissed, "Dean, go!"

Dean gathered himself from the floor, still holding his jaw, and fled from the room and shuffled out the front door and into his Impala, stepping on the gas and not stopping until he got home.

~~~

At school the following Monday

Dean was racing down the hallway trying to get to his math class, hoping not to bump into Lucifer or any of his posse. To his luck, when he looked behind him to see if Lucifer had followed him from Latin, he bumped into someone, their books crashing onto the floor.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Dean spoke as he turned back around, realizing who it was.

Dean found himself staring back into blue eyes, clouded by fear and betrayal. Cuts and bruises were etched into his face, and his lips were cut so deeply that you could see the small string used for the stitching that was most likely done over the weekend.

"It-It's okay," Castiel dropped to the floor to gather his books and miscellaneous papers, not daring to make eye contact with Dean.

"Did he, Did he do this to you?" Dean knealed down, bringing Castiel's chin in his hand to tilt up his face so they were eye to eye.

Castiel backed away from Dean's gentle touch and resumed gathering his things, "It's nothing!"

"It's not nothing! I should've stayed, this is all my fault!" Dean buried his face in his hands.

"No, really, it's fine," Castiel tried to reassure the green-eyed boy.

"No, you saved me, and I just left you there," Dean lifted his head, revealing a single tear staining his face, "Why did you save me?"

Castiel's dropped to the floor to gaze at the pile of his things, "I-I" he stuttered, "I have to go."

He hurriedly grabbed his things and got up to leave. Dean could already tell what he was trying to say. Just as he went to leave, Dean grabbed him by the arm, spinning him around so that they were face to face.

"I feel the same way," Dean leaned in and pressed their lips against each other.

Castiel almost immediately gave in, once again leaving his possessions to fall to the floor as his hands found their way to Dean's waist, holding him in a warm embrace, as if there was no one watching.