❤️Destiel❤️/Sabriel❤️

Deans POV

I just woke up. All I can see is Cas in my bed. we're both naked, and I remember what happened last night, I just don't know how to feel about it. All I know is I'm happy about it. I've been wanting to make a move on Cas, I just didn't know how. He's just my little puddin'! He's so cute, I snuggle up to him and feel the warmth of his body comfort me as I doze off, while thinking about his lovely features.  I get up to make us pancakes and coffee. I hear Cas walking towards the kitchen. He looks like a  sleepy puppy. "Here, sit down I made us some coffee." I demanded Cas. "So, how do you feel about what happened last night?" Cas asked nervously. "I've been waiting for this for months!"Cas smiled. "Well, I guess I'll ask you the million dollar question. Will you... be my boyfriend?" Cas asked with excitement in his voice. "Definitely." We ate our breakfast, then got ready for the day. I'm working a crazy job today. There were 3 murders, all of which nobody's been able to stop. We think it's witches, but we don't really see the pattern. As Sammy and I walk into the diner, he opens his laptop and starts looking at the records of all the victims. "So get this," he says. "Apparently they've all committed at least two murders." I wasn't really sure what to think about that. Could be a vengeful spirit. Someone seeking revenge?" "I don't know, maybe? We already looked around the crime scenes and there aren't any hex bags or anything. Maybe we could go and run an EMF." After we ate, we left and went off to the crime scenes. I pulled out the EMF scanner and it went crazy. "Sammy, it might just be a vengeful spirit." "Yep. Think so." He said in agreement. "Hey, why've you been walking around like a cowboy all morning?" Sam asked. "Goddamnit Sammy, mind your own business." I said, afraid of what he would've said if I told him the truth. "'Kay, Dean" Sam said with a shit-eating grin on his face.When we got back to the motel, Sam did some research on the house. We found out that a guy named 'Dexter Morgan' lived in that house and happened to be  policeman when he was alive. I guess he decided to continue with his work. "Sammy, wouldn't it be a waste of time to kill this one? I mean he's  killing people who have killed people." I said. "No, Dean. He's still killing people! These people may have killed, but we all make mistakes!" Sam said, being all defensive, throwing his signature bitchface. "Fine, Sammy."
We drove to the cemetery nearby to burn his bones. Fortunately, they were there, and we salted and burned them. We went back to the motel.