LUST|| Supernatural

Bubbles [Destiel]

I just want to point out, it's been almost 2 years since I published a real chapter for this and I looked at some of my old authors notes and I've matured so much I'm shook lmao.

Also tbh I didn't finish reading this one and I didn't edit it because I'm tired and I really just needed to post

Author: mybbys (archive of our own)

Dean sighed and leaned back, eyes closed. He let the warmth of the water soak into his weary body.

It'd been about two months since he'd been rid of the Mark of Cain. He was himself in a way that he hadn't been in a very long time. Maybe more himself than ever, if he was honest. He was trying to take it easy. They had saved him; they had taken care of Metatron when...

Dean opened his eyes and took a deep breath. He focused on his surroundings and his breathing, letting his mind take in the actual moment instead of reliving everything that had gone on. He paid attention to the shiny silver of the faucet, the blue tile, the mass of almost sparkling bubbles all around.

Sam had called it mindfulness, which sounded dumb to Dean's ear, but it was helping so who was he to judge what it was called. He wasn't great at it yet, but he was trying.

He turned to his left when he heard the sound of his text notification. He lifted up a little, gripping on the side of the tub carefully, and grabbed the nearby towel with his free hand. After his fingers were mostly dry, he dug around in his discarded clothes for the phone.

It was from Cas. Where are you?

Dean smiled a half-smile down at the phone. He only hesitated for a moment before he grazed his teeth against his bottom lip and touched the phone to spell out the words. In the tub

Being with Cas was helping too, and Dean was doing his best not to judge himself for that as well. It was weird as hell, and Dean didn't feel like he deserved any of whatever it was they had, but it had saved him and...

Dean looked up at the sound of the door. Cas was there, all blue-eyed innocence, looking to Dean for permission to enter.

Dean smiled - man, he was doing that a lot lately - and leaned back in the tub again. "Hey, Cas."

"Hello, Dean." Cas went over to sit on the counter like he had done all those months before. Only this time he was wearing plaid pajama pants and one of Dean's old black T-shirts. There was a narrow hole in the seam of the shoulder and it helped to make Cas look even more human.

"Sam called me. He's just passed across the Texas border."

Dean nodded. Sammy had gone off on a quick hunt by himself, to help out an old friend of Bobby's. It was nice having the whole bunker for just him and Cas, but at the same time it made him feel awkward. He wasn't all that used to domestic situations anymore, but having one with Cas was even stranger.

Cas tilted his head towards the tub. "Your bath looks relaxing."

Dean cleared his throat. "It is." He smiled again. "I got the water to bubble ratio just right. It's pretty sweet." He waggled his toes in the water and reveled in it. He sent up a prayer of thanks for whichever Man of Letters had decided to install the huge bathtub.

"May I...join you?"

Dean swallowed, and looked at Cas wide-eyed. They were together, yeah, but they hadn't done more than kissing, some light fondling, and - crap, there had to be a better word than snuggling. Dean wasn't ready to shrug off a lifetime of tamping down bi-curiosity to have sex with the now-fully-ex-angel who had saved him from hell, not yet. Some things took time and mental adjustments. And... a bath? That was so intimate, even more so than...