Destiel shortfics

Angel's Hugging Lesson

Humans. They didn't always make sense. Sometimes, they did the strangest things. One thing, in particular, has fascinated me. Hugs. What is it about pulling those they care for close to them that they find so comforting? I've noticed they seem to relax when they feel the tight grip of their loved one wrap around them. I just can't comprehend. My experiences with hugs are minimal. I wish to further my knowledge. However, I'm not entirely certain who to ask. Perhaps, Dean could satisfy my hunger for understanding.

Dean seemed to be the best choice. He and I always shared a bond. I believe there is a word for it. Chemistry. I think that is it. I am not certain how science relates to the relationship Dean and I share. I suppose in the end everything is science or magic. Maybe a little bit of both. I decided to visit Dean and flew myself to the location he said he would be at.

"Dean" I greeted in a flat voice.

Dean was shirtless standing in an empty hotel room. I heard his stomach begin to make noise, suggesting Sam had left to get food. "Cas. What are you doing here?" Dean replied.

"I had a question, I assumed you were the most qualified to answer" I justified shoring my weight from foot to foot.

"Alright, spit it out" he demanded. Dean pulled a flannel over his bare arms.

"I don't fully understand the emotional value of hugs. I was hoping you could clarify for me" I said. I squinted to watch him button up his shirt.

Dean appeared slightly annoyed but pulled me into an embrace. He wrapped his arms around me, and I quickly did the Same.

"Feel that? I'm breathing. You can feel me breathing. If you listen really carefully, you can hear my heart beating. So now you have solid proof that I am alive, your worries can ease away. Now, feel the warmth? Its subtle. Body heat usually is. That's comforting. Usually if you're hugging someone you haven't seen then for a while. So this is comforting because you may have missed them. Holding them in your arms you do because..." Dean trailed off.

"Because you love them" I finished. I now understood. Hugs were to calm you down. To reassure you they are okay. It made sense now. I stepped away from Dean. His body heat lingered on my trench coat.

"So you get it?" Dean asked.

"I get it. Thank you very much" I nodded gratefully.

"I swear I will kill you if you tell anyone about this" Dean threatened me back to his more serious demeanor.