Destiel One Shots

Snow Day

It was a freezing winter night in Lebanon, where a certain bunker lay hidden away.

Inside, Castiel was hurriedly shuffling towards Dean's room. He quietly opened the door and then quickly moved towards his bed.

"Dean, I'm cold," Cas practically whined at the hunter as he nudged him awake.

"Huh, what?" Dean questioned sleepily. "Oh...yea, I know, Cas. Grab the extra blanket from my closet and then come here."

Cas did just that and then stood at the side of Dean's bed, staring at him.

Dean took the blanket from Cas's arms and then spread it out across the top of the other blankets on the bed. Dean then lifted all the layers up and moved back, a clear invitation for Cas to join him.

But Castiel didn't understand this, so he just stood there and tilted his head and squinted his blue eyes at Dean in question.

Dean rolled his eyes slightly before saying, "Come on, Cas, get in here it's freezing. We should be able to keep each other warm under here."

Dean blushed after quickly realizing what he had said. But Cas just smiled, ignoring Dean's discomfort and crawled into bed.

They brought the blankets up to their noses and gripped them tight to their bodies.

"I'm still cold, Dean," Cas said, his voice slightly muffled by the blankets.

"Come here then," Dean said softly.

Dean and Cas both scooted closer to each other at the same time as Dean placed his arms around Cas's waist.

"Our body heat will keep us warm," Dean whispered to Cas, looking into his eyes which were merely inches from his green ones.

It was Cas's turn to blush as he averted his eyes from Dean's. But then he smiled as he wrapped his arms around Dean's shoulders and burrowed his head into Dean's neck, moving even closer to Dean, their legs soon getting tangled together.

"You are very warm, Dean," Cas said into his neck.

Dean sighed happily as he took in the smell of Cas's hair - soap and honey.

As Dean was falling asleep, he thought about how nice it was to be sleeping with Cas in his arms. And Cas was thinking the same thing.

**********

Dean woke up to a warm mass cuddled around his back. He was confused for a split second before he remembered that Cas came to sleep with him last night. We must have changed positions while we were sleeping, Dean thought.

Cas shifted behind him, so Dean started to move away. But Cas quickly stopped his movements by pulling Dean back to rest against his chest. Dean smiled and then turned around to look at Cas. The other man's face was lite with a smile as well, though his eyes were still drooping with sleep. Dean then moved his hand to Cas's head and gently ran his fingers through his near-black hair.

"Good morning, Dean," Cas said groggily.

"Good morning, Cas."

The two then laid in comfortable silence, and Dean found himself wishing he could wake up like this everyday. He figured that waking up with his best friend in his bed would be very awkward, but Dean only felt a happiness; and Lord knows he doesn't get much of that in his life.

After a few minutes, Dean sighed slightly and said, "Come on, let's go get some breakfast."

They slowly untangled themselves from each other and then stepped out into the frigid air. They both shivered and then Dean said, "Put on a coat and an extra pair of socks."