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Destiel smut 2

A/N this one is super long

"Dean, I hate the cold," mumbled Castiel miserably in the passenger seat of the Impala.

"I know you do." A hint of laughter slithered between Dean's words, his hand casually gripping the wheel. "But you like snow. I know you do. I've seen you outside the bunker watching this storm."

"Yes, but I can go inside where the rooms are heated and drink coffee. I don't like to be cold." As he spoke, Castiel burrowed deeper in Dean's leather jacket. He'd stolen it as soon as the weather turned and refused to give it back or buy one of his own. "Where are we going exactly? Sam asked me to help with the research on the Ice Queen legend today."

"Sammy can wait a while. I wanna show you my spot," Dean replied with purposeful ambiguity.

"Your spot?"

"Yep. I've got a spot I go to when I need, you know, quiet. Nobody knows about it. Not even Sammy. If people knew, then it wouldn't be my spot," explained Dean. He didn't want to give too much away yet, but he knew his spot looked beautiful in snow and Castiel was really the only one worthy of it.

Castiel studied him as he steered the Impala through the driving snow. He felt it. Long ago, he'd grown accustomed to that silent observant creature and even felt out of place when he didn't feel himself being studied. The road ahead narrowed and although it had been plowed and salted, he shifted to a sturdy position in his seat and gripped the wheel in both hands. It didn't matter so much if he got hurt but he refused to put Castiel at risk.

"How come you're bringing me to your spot, as you call it, if it's a secret?" the former angel probed.

Dean shrugged lightly and gave a quick glance to the passenger seat. "Because you're my guy," he said quietly. "And we haven't had any time together lately. Sammy and Kevin are always around and they're always after your brain. I can't get a word in edgewise half the time." He shrugged again. "So I'm kidnapping you for an afternoon."

"You could get a word in more often if we simply told them what we are to each other now," Castiel pointed out for the hundredth time in a month since they first kissed.

He sighed and subtly rolled his eyes. "I know. I know. And we could sleep in the same bed. We've been through this before, Cas. I need more time." A hand passed over to Castiel's lap and squeezed cold fingers. "It's not always gonna be like this. Let's just have fun today without prying eyes."

They drove in relative silence nearly forty-five minutes north of the bunker. Dean didn't know if Castiel even realized they crossed the state line but it didn't seem to matter to him. Peaceful blue eyes shined brighter like gemstones against the constancy of a snowy whiteout through the window. He turned his palm up into Dean's and slipped their fingers into a loose knot. Actions meant a lot more to him than words and holding Dean's hand told him that he wasn't so aggravated by the cold after all. They put up with a lot for each other and to steal quiet moments of peace where they didn't have to worry about someone seeing a kiss or a pass of a hand through hair. Dean knew Castiel would put up with a full-on blizzard if it meant spending time alone.

Dean hadn't visited his spot since the day after Sam came home from the hospital. The trials nearly killed his brother and he didn't know where Castiel had gone or if they'd ever see each other again. There, that day, months afterward, Dean had the freedom to actually enjoy the first snowfall with Castiel by his side and the security that Sam was okay. Once in a while, like that moment, he let himself feel real gratitude to whatever allowed the good fortune.

The road curved around a bend at a rather sharp angle. Snow swirled through the canopy of trees flanking the road and accumulated over the six or seven inches already blanketing the ground. Dean glanced over at Castiel, who watched it all from the passenger window with the most contented expression he'd seen before. It felt like watching a soul begin to heal right before his eyes. He smiled to himself and steered the Impala around the last bend.