Destiel One Shots

35. Elsa Is In The Dungeon

Cas didn't understand the cold. Why was it so awful? It didn't feel very good at all.

He was sitting in the library bundled up in his coat. His teeth were chattering a bit uncontrollably. And it seemed as though Dean could hear it.

"Cas, are you cold?" He asked.

"What do you th-think?"

"Okay, Mr. Attitude Problem. No need to get snippy."

"It f-feels as though Elsa is in the d-dungeon."

Dean chuckled. "Well, I guess that movie marathon is finally paying off."

"I c-can't feel my t-toes." He shivered.

Dean rubbed his hands together. "It's not that bad, you baby in a trench coat."

Cas sneezed. "I think I might be getting sick, D-Dean." He sniffed.

"Alright, come on."

"Come on, where?"

"With me. Let's go."

Dean brought Cas to his room. Dean laid on the bed while Cas laid in his lap, facing the same way. Cas's head rested on Dean's chest, and they were both wrapped up in a heated blanket.

"Better?" Dean asked.

"Yes. Thank you, Dean."

"Anything for you, Cas." He smiled, running his fingers through Cas's hair.

Cas smiled and closed his eyes. "Your hands are cold."

"You don't think I know that?" Dean grinned.

Cas yawned. "I think you know everything." He mumbled.

Dean chuckled. "I don't know everything."

"You know everything about being human. The things I know of human culture I learned from you. I owe it all to you, Dean."

"You don't owe me anything, alright? I don't want you to feel like this comes with a price."

Cas turned over so he was on his stomach and wrapped his arms around Dean's waist. "I'm willing to pay it." He yawned again.

Dean smiled and continued playing with the little angel's hair. He had never felt so happy. Even though it was freezing in there. He was always happiest when he was with Cas.

He closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep when Cas mumbled, "Dean?"

"Yeah, Cas?"

"I'm glad it got so cold."

"How come?"

"Because if it didn't, we wouldn't be doing this right now."

Dean smiled lazily. "'Night, Cas."

"G'Night, Dean."