destiel and other short stories ❧

Mud Pies

.: Destiel One-Shot :.

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As Dean searched the house for the third time in the last twenty minutes, he let out an exasperated sigh and ran a hand through his hair, wondering where his angel could be hiding.

"Cas?"

No answer.

They had gotten into an argument the day before, and Dean had refused to come out of the bedroom until now. He felt bad for making the angel sleep on the couch last night, so he came out to apologize, only to find that the other man was nowhere to be found.

"Cas, look, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you! Just.. please come out."

Still no answer.

'Oh well,'

Dean thought, feeling defeated.

'He'll come out when he's ready.'

However, as Dean trudged his way into the kitchen to grab something to drink, he caught a glimpse of movement through the corner of his eye. He swiveled around to find the movement came from a figure who was perched in the grass outside, visible to Dean through the kitchen window.

Immediately, Dean rushed outside to find Cas kneeling over something in their backyard, and he couldn't help but to let a small chuckle escape his lips.

"Cas..?"

Castiel turned to face him, looking like a deer caught in headlights. Dirt was sprinkled over the angel's nose, and his pajama pants were covered in mud as well, hanging low on his hips, and Dean couldn't contain his laughter.

'Definitely not adorable..'

"Dean! You- you weren't supposed to find me yet."

Confused, Dean took a step closer, and asked,

"What d'you mean, Cas?"

Castiel's shoulders slumped, and he said,

"I-.. you-.. You were angry, and I don't understand why you were angry, and you locked the door to the bedroom, and, you- you never wake up this early..the sun hasn't even come up yet..."

The angel's brow furrowed, and he seemed to be deep in thought.

"I don't sleep too good without my angel."

Castiel looked up at Dean, cocking his head to the side.

"Then why did you lock the door?"

Dean mumbled an apology, not sure if Cas even heard him. Then he raised an eyebrow, and asked,

"And what are you doing out here so early anyway, Cas?"

Castiel squirmed around, refusing to meet Dean's eyes as he spoke.

"Well, I wanted to be sure you wouldn't still be angry with me, but I.. I wasn't sure how to bake a real pie, or where I could acquire an already baked one, so I thought this would have to do."

Cas shuffled awkwardly to the side, allowing Dean to see what he had made.

And then, as if he was presenting a gift to God himself, stated,

"I have made you a mud pie, Dean."

Dean took a step forward, taking it all in. The small pile of mud was lopsided, and was sculpted to fit the image of a pie. After a few seconds of observation, Castiel scrambled over to his handiwork and placed a small, paper heart on top of the mud pie.

"All finished."

The angel looked up to Dean, a proud smile gracing his lips.

"You're not still angry with me, are you?"

Dean's heart felt like it was going to burst with all the affection he had for this angel standing in front of him, even though he would never admit that to anyone.

He took the few remaining steps that were between him and his angel, and wrapped his arms around Castiel, enveloping him in a big hug.

"No, Cas, I'm not still mad."

Castiel returned the hug, burying his face into Dean's chest. They stood there silently, enjoying each other's presence.

Eventually they pulled away and Castiel asked,

"So, do you like it?"

Dean glanced down at the pile of mud again and laughed.

"Yeah, yeah I do. But since I can't actually eat it, I think I'll just..."

Dean bent down, and lathered some of the mud onto his hands, but not before he pocketed the small paper heart that he noticed read D+C. Confused, Castiel tilted his head to the side curiously, and was about to ask what Dean planned to do.

"Dean, what are y-"

Castiel was cut off by Dean, who had his mud-covered hands on Castiel's face, leaving two dark hand prints.

Dean smirked, and Castiel laughed, lathering mud onto his own hands. He brought his hands up to Dean's face and smeared mud onto his cheeks, adding a dot to the tip of his nose, too. Dean laughed, and smeared more mud onto Castiel's face, careful not to get any in the angel's blue eyes.

Castiel laughed and began to chase Dean around the muddy yard, throwing handfuls of mud at the hunter's back. They're pajamas were quickly covered in mud, and the sun had begun to rise. As Dean was running from the angel, he tripped over a tree root, and fell to the ground, right in the mud.

Not even five seconds after he fell on his face, Castiel was there to help him sit up. Dean looked up to meet worried blue eyes searching his own.

"Are you okay?"

Dean smirked, and grabbed Castiel's wrists, pulling him down to the ground with him. Castiel landed with an oomph! on top of the hunter, and he felt a strong arm wrap itself around his waist. Dean brought a hand up to Castiel's face, pulling the angel's mouth to his. Castiel smiled into the kiss, happy to be back in his arms. Dean turned his head, deepening the kiss as Castiel ran his fingers through his hunter's short hair.

As the birds began to chirp and sing happily, the angel pulled away to rest his head on the hunter's chest, listening to the beat of his heart. Dean planted a kiss on top of his angel's head and sighed in content.

"Why is your heart beating so quickly, Dean?"

"I don't know, Cas. You tell me."

Castiel smiled to himself, and replied,

"Perhaps it has to do with the small proximity between us."

Dean chuckled, and said,

"Y'know, I think this is a new record for us. It's not even 10 o'clock yet, and we're both filthy, covered in mud."

Castiel lifted his head off of Dean's chest to look up at him, saying,

"Should we go inside and clean up?"

Dean immediately frowned, and tightened his hold around the angel's waist. He wasn't ready for this moment to be over.

"NO. Not yet."

The musty stench of dirt and grime was invading Castiel's nose, but he didn't mind, as long as he was in his hunter's arms. He buried his face into the crook of Dean's neck, and sighed happily.

"Okay."

After a few minutes of sitting in the comfortable silence and listening to the sound of each other breathing, Castiel whispered,

"I love you, Dean."

Once again, Dean felt his heart squeeze with adoration for the angel in his arms, and he proudly whispered back,

"I love you, too, Cas."