Destiel One-Shots

Grey

Grey. That's all he'd ever seen. Well, black and white too. Everything was just grey, shaded with black, lightened with white. It was okay, Dean was used to it. It's not like he had ever seen any different. No one had. Not until you kiss your 'true love' or 'soulmate' or something. He had never been one for the 'lovey-dovey' side of life. Even so, he had always wondered what colours looked like. But he had no colour to compare this blandness to, no shades to compare these dull tones to, no beauty to compare this ugliness to, so he never really minded.

When Dean had first seen Castiel, he'd never know what was so special about him. Maybe it was the adorable way he would tilt his head to the side when he was confused; perhaps it was the deep, strong voice that was somehow so smooth and such a pleasure to hear; could it have been the way he always ate burgers, no matter how much Dean mocked him for it, without a care in the world; it could've been the way he always wore that damn trench coat, the little dirty-tan one that just hung limply but looked so perfect on him; maybe the way he drew such amazing drawings and saw beauty in everything and how he loved to watch the bees in the spring light? Well, no matter what it was, before long, Dean knew he was in love.

His little brother Sammy had been the one to first introduce them. It didn't take long before they were friends, but Dean always knew in his heart that he wanted something more. He knew he couldn't hide his feelings for his Cas anymore, but not being one for graceful words, he decided a plan of action.

They say on his grey bed, in his grey room, in his grey house, watching a re-run of a Doctor Who episode they had both seen a hundred times. Dean looked at Cas and knew it was now or never. He didn't know why he thought that - he would clearly have other chances, considering the amount of time they spent together - but he did.

Cas looked over at Dean, those grey eyes somehow beautiful despite their lack of colour, but again, what was he to compare them to? Without a single word, Dean leant over a planted a soft kiss to Cas' light-grey lips. His eyes were closed as he was engulfed in the kiss, so soft and gentle, yet holding so much emotion. He heard the soft buzzing of bees, though he knew there were none near them, he tasted the slight hint of burger on Cas' breath - so terribly unromantic, but to Dean it was heavenly -, he felt every fibre of his body pulse with pleasure and happiness and just love as he felt the soft fabric of that limp trench coat that boy wore as he rested a hand on Cas' wrist and he was just surrounded by everything Castiel.

He opened his eyes to be met with wide, but happy, bright blue ones. They were so beautiful and so blue, oh god, how blue they were. He stared into the colour, the first colour he had ever seen, and just stared at their utter perfection.

After a few moment of his stunned silence, he whispered, his voice so breathless; "Do you see it, too?"

And Cas simply frowned, cocking his head to the side and replied; "See what?"