Collection of Destiel

Food Thief

Prompt from insanity-run-wild: Can you do a really cute and fluffy au where as cas is a human, he develops a habit where he likes the last bite of everything, especially deans food and he always asks for the last bite. Dean used to get mad about it and now he thinks its cute

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“It isn’t a ghost, I think the people are lying. Maybe trying to scare some kids away from their house or something.” Dean noted as he took a large bite of his burger.

Sam sat across the booth with a bitch face on as he picked at his vegie wrap. “You just want to skip this town because it is hot outside.”

“It’s fucking humid as hell.”

“All of hell isn’t humid, Dean.” Cas remarked as he finished the last bites of his own burger. His eyes raised and met with Dean’s cold ones. “Some parts of it are actually quite cold.”

“It’s an expression, Cas.”

“Oh. I see.” Cas blushed a little, something he was beginning to do a lot now that he was human. Dean always noticed the way the warmness slowly took over the cheeks like waves. Dean would never admit just how much he liked seeing the flush of Cas’ cheeks.

“Anyway, I think that we should head to the cemetery tonight and dig up that body. Burn it just for good measure.” Sam pushed his plate away and started to scounge in his pocket for some cash.

Dean nodded and scooted his own plate forward a little. But he was just about to reach over to finish off his burger when Cas’ hands shot out and grabbed it. Dean let his eyes follow the trail of the last bite of his burger as it disappeared into the ex-angel’s mouth.

“Um.” Sam stared at Dean and waited for the rage to boil. He remembered once when he was younger and he had tried to take some of Dean’s food, he ended up getting screamed at.

“Cas-“ Dean started with the beginnings of a glare.

Castiel looked up at Dean with eyes that would make a hardened criminal melt. At that small moment, Dean let it go. He looked into those enormously vibrant eyes and just let out a simple sigh. Usually he hated when people took something that was his, especially his food.

Cas smiled brightly with a little childish head tilt. “Yes?”

“Nothing.” Dean cleared his throat and looked down at his empty plate. “You just have some ketchup on the corner of your mouth.”

Sam sat back in his booth seat with a gaped mouth. His brother had never been a sharer, and part of him was pissed that Cas was allowed to pull stunts like that and not get yelled at. Another part of him remembered that the two of them had been through Purgatory together and maybe a bond Sam wasn’t able to comprehend had begun to form.

“Check, please.” Dean lifted his head to a passing waitress. And that was how it started.

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“Fucking shitty satellite.” Dean growled as he chewed down a piece of his pizza and glared at the choppy picture on the television in the bunker.

Cas repositioned himself on the couch and grabbed the remote from Dean’s hand. His eyes scrunched over the buttons as he silently tried to fix the problem. Sam just watched them from the chair on the other side of the room. It was a growing occurrence, Cas taking things from Dean’s hand. Sam had never seen such a thing before. Usually Dean was possessive over anything and everything in his grasp. But Cas had so easily unraveled that part of Dean.

“The remote isn’t going to do a damn thing.” Dean muttered as he discarded the crust of his pizza and stood to head over to inspect the TV box. With the shake of his head, the three knew that tonight was not going to be a movie night.