Destiel Oneshots

Public Displays of Affection

A/N: I just updated back to back days, woah. Who even am I? Also I forgot to mention last chapter but... THIS BOOK REACHED OVER 3K READS! That is so insane to me. I don't know what I expected when I published the first chapter but it wasn't this. I want to thank you guys a million times over for liking this and reading it. It means so much to me!

So enjoy this new chapter! Comment, vote, make requests if you have any! Thanks again.

-Sam

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Dean was never one for public displays of affection. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy the physical aspects of a relationship, but he wasn't used to the "I'm so in love with you I can't keep my hands off you" phases.

With Cassie, she had been his first real love, but Dean still didn't feel like he needed a hand on her at all times. They didn't hold hands and he didn't wrap his arm around her.

Even with Lisa, Dean couldn't find it in himself to be that affectionate suburban man he was trying to be. On dinner dates, they looked more like friends than a couple raising a kid.

Dean always felt that those emotions were best displayed in private, in bed. Because being affectionate was being vulnerable and being vulnerable in public wasn't something Dean was willing to be. He also didn't like holding hands, it was just rubbing sweat on the other's palm.

It wasn't until he and Cas became official that he truly appreciated public displays of affection. Although Cas wasn't used to human interaction he was constantly craving it. At first Dean always warned him about handholding and hugging, but secretly Dean liked hugging.

Having a clingy boyfriend made Dean have to compromise quite a lot. Cas always wanted to be close to Dean, whether they were sitting down at a restaurant or standing outside the Impala talking about a hunt. And when Cas became human, God did those feelings intensify. He couldn't stand to be without Dean for longer than an hour and when the hunter did return he was smothered in affection.

Every time Dean brushed Cas away, a flash of hurt would appear in his eyes and Dean could barely stand it. He didn't want to hurt his boyfriend's feelings, but an affectionate person wasn't what he was used to. Never had he had someone so desperate for his love. Dean's father had taught him to be a shell of a man, no girlfriends had ever pushed for his affections like Cas, and Sam had been raised by John as well.

Then Dean lost that battle. They started sharing a bed and Dean's subconscious gave him away. Cas tended to be a very cuddly sleeper, not that it should have been a surprise. The first few days, Dean had been very cautious of sleeping too close to the other, but it was hard to resist. Cas just such a cute sleeper. His mouth would be slightly opened and he'd drool just a little. He'd make little sounds that made Dean wonder what he was dreaming about. His fingers would twitch and he'd let out small snores, it took everything in Dean to not cuddle him close.

Of course, he became too tired. He let his body rest and he wouldn't regret it. He woke up to Cas pressing small kisses to his neck and shoulder. Dean had never felt such safety in his life. He was warm all over, their bodies fully molded together. He wondered why he had been depriving himself of such a wonderful thing.

"Morning, snuggle bug," Dean yawned out, nuzzling his face into Cas's hair.

Cas scrunched his face at the nickname, but rested his head on Dean's chest. "Morning, Mr. I-Don't-Like-Cuddling."

Dean shushed him. "Don't ruin the moment."

It wasn't long until Dean became addicted to public displays of affection. He found himself wrapping around Cas constantly or kissing him whenever the opportunity presented itself. Dean even grew fond of holding hands after Cas had explained it to him.

They had been shopping for groceries and Cas slide his hand into Dean's as they walked. Dean cringed and Cas noticed, sadly removing his hand.

"I'm sorry I forget you hate that."

"No, Cas, I don't hate it-"

"But you do! I just don't understand why," Cas looked at Dean with his sad blue eyes and it broke his heart.

"It just makes me uncomfortable. Our hands get sweaty and they just rub together. It's gross," Dean explained, forgetting that they happened to be at a store.

Cas shook his head. "I like holding hands because it makes me feel safe. We aren't guaranteed anything, Dean, not with our life. So holding your hand, or you in general, reminds me that we still have each other in this moment. It keeps me grounded, it reminds me that you're real and I'm not making this up."

Dean watched the small smile on his boyfriend's lips and was so captivated by the words spilling from them. He had never thought of what the gesture meant to Cas. The way he explained it made it sound like the sweat  was worth it. It wasn't meant to be a physical gesture, but an emotional one.

As they stood in line to pay for food, Dean was the one to initiate the handholding. The smile that graced Cas's mouth was definitely worth whatever he had hated about it before.  

But nothing was better than morning cuddles. It was private enough that Dean felt fully comfortable to shower Cas with love, but also the best way to wake up in the mornings.

Dean would usually wake up first and he got to bask in the feel of a sleeping Cas. The blue-eyed man would press himself as close to Dean as he could get. Their legs would wind together and Cas wrapped his arms around Dean's waist. His head would rest in the crook of Dean's neck, where his breath would tickle him. Dean would wrap his arms around Cas's shoulders and bury his face into his wild mess of hair.

The hunter would rake his fingers through Cas's soft strands and press small kisses to his temple. Cas would always wake up with a hum of appreciation, approving of Dean's methods to waking him up. Cas would then return the favor, covering Dean's neck and shoulder with soft and sleepy kisses.

It was still the private moments that Dean enjoyed most, but he couldn't resist publicly showing people how much he loved Cas.