Crazy Mind -Destiel-

18- Domesticating an angel

Ellen holds a wooden platter towards him. Several pieces of warm bread covered with a slab of melting yellow butter tempting him. Dean greedily snatches two pieces rapidly stuffing a piece into his mouth. Grinning at her, too hungry to be polite, he nods in thanks. Dean admires his surroundings as he chews. Ellen's home has so much warmth and character it's almost overwhelming. The wallpaper is faded and peeling, multiple punctures dotted around from where pictures once hung, the kitchen table has developed with age, large dents and scratches littering its surface. Even the tattered furniture radiates a cosy feeling. At his side, Jo leans over him to snatch a slice of pizza from the box.

Across from him, Bobby laughs at something Castiel said, slapping the angel on the shoulder. The angel startles slightly but quickly recovers as a soft smile pulls on his lips. Ellen had practically forced food on the angel demanding he joined in on the meal with them no matter how much he insisted he didn't need to eat. Ellen sits beside Bobby her hand lingering on his arm as she laughs at one of his stories.

Dean nudges Jo's arm. "Hey," She leans towards him, wiping her hands on her jeans. "Were they ever...you know?" Jo's brows furrow as she follows Dean's line of sight, a grin breaking out on her face when she notices Bobby and Ellen reminiscing to Castiel. She shrugs. 

"I don't know, I think there's always been something there, you know? But Bobby doesn't really have the job where you can settle down." Dean turns to look at her, frowning. Bobby's job? Something hollow digs itself deeper into his chest at the thought of Bobby being denied happiness, one job after another. Dean swallows, his throat suddenly dry. And all he's done is make Bobby's life harder. 

"Did you know about your eyes?" Dean flinches as Jo flicks the back of his head. 

"What?" His face scrunches up as he rubs the spot she just hit. 

"Your eyes." She drags it out, taking a bite from her pizza. "They glow when you do...that." Dean's eyes snap to her face. "Dean?" He blinks, refocuses.

"I, um-I didn't know that." Dean slumps back in his seat, his brows creased and face tense. 

"Well, it's not exactly the worse thing to happen to you." She says her tone casual and light. Dean scowls down at his food. 

"Yeah, just another thing we're gonna have to try and fix." Just another thing out of his control, another thing he didn't know about. Jo takes a sip from her glass and then continues, serious-faced.

"I wasn't scared, you know." 

Dean shrugs, a smile pulling at his lips as Jo sits up straighter her gaze steady. She looks so brave, so sure of herself that Dean almost thinks he should ask her to come with them. He's certain she would stand by his side unflinchingly. But then he remembers the way she looked at him barely masking her fear, she had flinched and it had been away from him. They're both so young, Dean is already lost inside a world of angels and demons he doesn't want to drag Jo in with him. Dean's eyes dart around her face. "Wouldn't blame you if you were."

Jo's gaze stays on him for a moment longer, searching for any sign of dishonesty. After a few seconds, she must be satisfied with what she sees as she turns away and continues eating. "I'd eat up if I was you your angel is practically non-stop with those slices." Dean snorts, rolling his eyes and landing on Castiel. 

The angel is smiling gently at Ellen as she places a second slice of pizza onto his plate, the first still sitting untouched in front of him. Dean sighs. It's amazing how even in the yellowing light of Ellen's kitchen Castiel's skin manages to glow like a beacon constantly drawing Dean's eyes to him. Castiel tilts his head one of his many quirks as he listens to Bobby talk. Dean can't help but smile and he knows he smiling like an idiot but everything about Castiel makes him feel brighter, happier. Even the remains of pizza in his mouth is sweeter as he swallows down the sugary taste it lands in his stomach making his insides feel fizzy. And then there was that kiss. The constant urge to lurch forwards just to confirm how soft Castiel's lips finally confirmed with a singular touch of lips.