The Profound Bond | Destiel Oneshots

Dueteranopia and Personal Space Rules

So i just wanted to preface and say that I found this idea on tumblr and thought i might expand on it a little. Basically it's a head canon that Castiel can only see a few colors like washed out blue, grey, white and black, and the Winchester boys make him some special holy fire burned glasses to let him see colors. So yeah, here we go. (it's not very good.)

Rating: PG-13, minor sexual scenes

Dean woke up to see Castiel staring at him. "Jesus, Cas," he said, sitting up. "Stop watching me sleep."

He looked again and saw large black wings behind the angel, as well as a bright blue halo behind his head, giving off a not-quite-blinding glow. Castiel canted his head to one side. "Why are you wearing glasses, Dean?"

Dean noticed the black frames at the edges of his vision and took them off. He held them in his lap and looked back up at the angel, wings and halo now gone. He looked like a normal man again. "I needed them to see hellhounds. Forgot to take them off when I went to sleep."

Castiel nodded in understanding. "How did you get a pair of ordinary glasses to help you see hellhounds?"

Dean chuckled and handed the frames to the angel. "Sam and I burned the lenses with holy fire. It lets you see all kinds of things."

He stepped closer to Castiel, reaching a hand out to where he had seen the wings moments before, but finding nothing but air. He was sort of disappointed, but backed away. "Interesting," Castiel said simply. "I can already see Hellhounds. I wonder how the glasses would affect me."

"You see stuff like that all the time?" Dean asked, feeling a little awed. "Hellhounds and demon faces?"

"Yes," Cas nodded. "Along with human souls, angel wings, and Reapers."

Dean stood and watched Castiel for a moment. "You can see my soul?" He opened his arms and looked down at himself.

"Yes."

"Weird," Dean commented absentmindedly. He turned away to grab a beer from the fridge when a gasp from behind startled him. "What is it?" He whipped back around.

Castiel was close, wearing the glasses, grasping at the fabric of Dean's green button up, looking at it with a severe intensity. "I've never seen this color before," He looked up at Dean and started to ask, "What is it?" But he paused and stared into Dean's eyes instead.

Dean glanced away nervously, and asked quietly, "What?"

"Your eyes," Castiel said, frozen in place by the view. "They're such an intense color — I never noticed before. I thought they were silver. Instead they're..."

"Green," Dean supplied the color name. "How do you not know what green looks like?"

"I assume it's because it doesn't matter what colors angels see," Castiel glanced around the room, looking for more new colors. "But is it strange."

"Shouldn't you have a headache?" Dean asked. "Like when someone wears contacts and glasses at the same time?"

"I don't think so," Castiel replied. His eyes found their way back to Dean's and he stared. "They're so beautiful, Dean."

Dean flushed a little, because his Cas was so close and staring him down like he was the most interesting thing in the world to look at. Castiel even raised a hand and touched Dean's cheek, and followed Dean when he backed away. "Cas," Dean hissed. "You're too close, man."

Then Castiel blinked and stepped back, letting go of Dean's shirt and pulling his hand away. "I'm sorry," he had trouble tearing his eyes from Dean, but when he did, he closed them and took the glasses off.