Spn And TW One Shots Book 1 (CLOSED)

Silly Traditions (Destiel)

It was New Year's eve and Sam, Dean, and Cas were celebrating at the bunker. It wasn't much of a celebration, just a pack of beer and two large pizza's. But for them it was perfect. The three didn't need much to be satisfied, mostly just each other. Sam was in his computer probably researching something as usual. Dean was devouring half a pizza, while Cas watched the music performances happening in times square, on the tv.

"Sam, Dean, do you two have any new year's resolutions?" Cas asked turning to the brothers.

Sam looked up thoughtfully, "I don't really know, I hadn't thought about it."

Dean shook his head, "Nobody ever sticks to their resolutions so I don't bother. I'm just setting un realistic expectations for myself. I am who I am."

"I like who you are," Cas nodded with a small smile.

Dean smiled shyly before noticing Sam's knowing smirk.

Dean immediately averted his eyes, pretending to be very interested in the now empty pizza box.

Sam always teased his brother about Cas. Sam swore Dean and Cas had feelings for each other, but Dean denied it.

Cas frowned back at the tv, where a guy was talking about who he was going to kiss at midnight.

"Why do people kiss at midnight? Cas asked cocking his head like he did when he didn't understand something.

"It's just a stupid tradition," Dean answered as he took a swig of his beer.

"It was actually said to bring good luck for the rest of the year to start off with a kiss," Sam explained shooting Dean a disapproving look.

"We should do that, we could use all the good luck we can get," Cas smiled.

"Come on, Cas, you don't actually believe that luck crap do you?" Dean scoffed.

"It's okay to indulge in silly traditions, Dean," Cas said taking a sip of his own beer. He wasn't particularly a fan of the taste but he enjoyed drinking with Sam and Dean.

Dean scoffed before carrying the pizza boxes into the kitchen.

As the night progressed Dean and Cas continued to watch the celebrations on tv while Sam stayed submerged in his current research project, whatever it may have been.

"Sam, they're about to start the countdown," Cas called over his shoulder at the youngest Winchester.

"Yeah, alright," Sam closed his laptop and sat in the chair next to Cas.

The three watched as the ball dropped.

Sam caught Dean's eye, gesturing to Cas suggestively.

Dean shook his head with a roll of his eyes.

Sam sighed. If Dean wasn't going to make a move on Cas, then Sam was going to force him.

As the clock struck midnight Sam grabbed Cas' shirt and pulled him into a simple, quick kiss.

"Happy New Year, Cas," Sam smiled, looking at his brother pointedly.

Dean gaped at Sam in disbelief. He'd just kissed Cas.

Cas, who had turned cherry red, responded bashfully, "Happy New Year, Sam."

Dean's stomach writhed in jealousy. Sam just kissed Cas.

Sam smirked at the oldest Winchester. He could practically see him fuming at the ears.

Suddenly Dean was pulling Cas to him.

Dean's lips locked with Cas'. His stomach now felt light and airy like gravity didn't exist.

Cas pressed in eagerly his hand wrapping around Dean's neck, keeping him close.

Dean deepened the kiss, allowing his lips to separate Cas'. Cas taking advantage, pressed his tongue to Dean's.

The two finally parted, panting slightly, both their cheeks filled with a scarlet blush.

"I thought it was a stupid tradition?" Cas asked breathlessly.

Dean smirked, "It's okay to indulge in silly traditions, Cas."

*AN*
Cute Destiel for you.