destiel oneshots- fluff and smut

8 (fluff)

maybe it was only between friends, the way dean threw his head back in laughter at his own drunken babbling, and the way neither sam or cas even bothered moving the eldest winchester off the two of them. maybe it was just pure coincidence that dean's head layed in cas' lap, or that during the kissing scenes of the movie they were watching, dean seemed to stop his laughter and just stare up at cas, even if he pretended not to notice.
or the way cas would gently drag his hand along dean's scalp, mowing across his hair, and dean softly humming into the touch.
maybe it was just harmless fun, how sam would gently smile just at the two of them, mindlessly loving eachother, because that's what friends did.
and if the two of them somehow ended up looking at eachother at the same time, and not moving because sam had gone to get more popcorn, it wasn't uncomfortable, mesmerizing if anything.
if dean's hand didn't drive spirals around the lining of the sleeve of cas' trench coat, and cas lean his shoulder against dean's asleep arm, maybe it wouldn't have ended with the two of them asleep, just lying over the top of eachother, and maybe sam wouldn't have come into the room to see the two of them, so peacefully themselves in that moment.