Collection of Destiel

Camping (Fluff)

“I just wanted things to be fine. Not great, or amazing, just fine. Like a puddle of fineness. Perfectly content with all things fine. Fine.” He muttered under his breath as the coffee pot in front of his hummed to life.

“In our lives, when were things ever fine?” His younger brother asked before taking a large bite from a breakfast burrito. Some of the sauce spilled out on his pajama shirt but he didn’t notice, sleep was still attacking the corners of his eyes.

“Remember when we went camping? Back when we were still young and stupid?” Sighing as the coffee spurting into the pot, he grabbed a mug from the cabinet above the head and didn’t even try to quiet the clank it left on the counter.

“Maybe we should do that again. Take Cas up there. He is a wreck, you are a mess, and I could use the quiet.” Taking another bite of the burrito, Sam looked over the newspaper splayed on the table in front of him. “Supernatural world is pretty quiet. We might as well take the opportunity before it flies past us and another apocalypse is set into motion.”

Dean thought about it. He turned and leaned back against the counter to look at Sam. It had been years since he really just took a nice vacation. And the place they had gone had a lake, so he could fish some. “Alright.”

Sam grinned and nodded. “Great.”

They heard the patter of feet in the hallway and they both groaned. Since Cas had become human, and crashed at Bobby’s bunker with them, he had been the worst possible grouch in the morning. Usually he would just grunt like an animal until they got some coffee in him. Some days he would be so bad as to scream at them and use the profanity he was quickly learning from Dean.

Cas’ figure appeared in the doorway and they both had to keep themselves from chuckling. His hair was a matt of unwashed mess that clung to his forehead nad stuck out on all sides of his head. They couldn’t even see his brilliant blue eyes because he was pretty much sleep walking. The clothes he wore were Dean’s old discards, and they didn’t fit him. The shirt was tight, and it pressed snugly against his defined chest. The lounge pants were baggy and if he didn’t have one hand clung to the band, they would’ve been around his ankles.

“You want some coffee?” Dean asked as he heard the hum die and knew the pot was ready.

“Nnnn.” Cas grumbled and made his way like a zombie to collapse in the chair opposite of Sam. His head rolled and smacked as his forehead found contact with the table. He didn’t show signs of moving after that.

“I guess that is a yes, sunshine.” Dean smirked and turned to grab another mug. He did the ruetine without a second thought. Cas took it with a lot of sugar and no cream. It took him weeks to settle on a type of coffee, and Dean had it memorized without thinking about it. Dean took it black, he liked the bitter taste and thought it helped him wake up even more.

As he took the steaming mugs over to the table, Cas rolled his head to the side and peered up with his dazed blue eyes at Dean. Cas gave him a small, gratified smile, before closing his eyes and smelling in the scent of coffe. Dean set the mug right in front of his face and took a seat.

“What do you think about camping?” Dean asked as he took a sip, burning the tip of his tongue, and watched Cas.

“Camping.” Cas repeated slowly and brought his head up like it weighed a ton. He cracked one eye open and looked between the brothers. “Like pitch a tent and sleep on the ground?”

“Kinda. We’ll drive one of Bobby’s trucks up. Sleep in the bed of the truck. Maybe take a tent if you want.” Sam started to flip one of the pages of the paper. “It’ll just be for a couple days maybe a week.”