I Can't Help It If You Look Like an Angel
Title: I Can't Help It If You Look Like an Angel
Prompt: kiss bingo- Shoulder
Word Count: 500+
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: I only own dreams of meeting Misha Collins.
Notes: This will be a verse. This isn't the first one though. This is AU. Hope you like.
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Dean stared up at the starry sky, leaning on the hood of the Impala. He was clad only in his pajama pants, having just crawled out of bed. He had left his lover sleeping in Bobby's spare room, snuggled deep into the blankets.
He couldn't sleep, hadn't been able to. Thoughts kept swirling around in his head, and distracted him. Any hopes of rest were forgotten.
He sighed, running a hand through his mussed blonde hair, then rubbed his eyes. This whole angst thing, it really didn't agree with him. It was more Sammy's thing.
He groaned at the thought of his brother, who was snuggled up to a certain asshole on the couch in Bobby's den. The older man had attempted to protest the ginger's presence, but Sammy had hit him with puppy dog eyes; full force.
Even Robert Stephen Singer couldn't say no to that face.
Dean chuckled, looking back up at the sky. A slight breeze pressed the pant legs of his pajamas against him, and the amulet around his neck swayed slightly. The air promised Summer, which meant the group of misfits would be heading towards a beach, maybe in California.
He heard the padding of gentle feet shuffling towards him, and turned his head to peer over his shoulder. His boyfriend, Castiel Novak was running his knuckles across his eyelids and stumbling towards him.
The full moon illuminated the ravenette, making him look like an angel. Dean smiled; correcting himself as Castiel's pale pink lips opened into a sleepy yawn. A very tired angel.
"Dean?"
"Why're you up?" the blonde pulled Cas close to him, feeling him go limp.
"You weren't there," it was such a simple, yet sweet sentence, that Dean had to smile. He looked down at his lover's clothes, chuckling. One of his own Metallica tee-shirts was draped across Castiel's small frame, and a pair of dark blue flannel pants clung to his bony waist.
"Sorry, needed some air." he murmured, kissing his 'angel's head. "How'd you sleep?"
"...pleasantly till I had to come find you."
"I get it, I get it," Dean laughed at the pout on Castiel's pale, stubbly face. He smiled, taking a moment to take in the handsome features.
Dark blue eyes that glittered in the moonlight, pale skin covered in a constant five o'clock shadow- Dean couldn't remember a time he'd found him shaving, int he two years they'd known each other.- and full lips that never seemed to smile completely.
"Dean Winchester," Castiel mumured, nuzzling the blondes neck, before turning in his arms so his back was flush with his taller lover's chest. "What are you thinking about?" his rough, but quiet, voice somehow reached Dean's ears as they stared up at the stars.
"You," Dean shrugged. He could almost hear the pout on Cas' lips, and grinned.
"What about me?"
"How kinky you were a couple nights ago," Castiel's silent, but Dean chuckles and kissed the back of his shoulder.
"That's not even funny," Cas growled, though he clearly enjoyed the attention.
"How lucky I am." Dean's hoensty surprised even him, though the pale man in his arms obviously doesn't mind.
"Lucky? How're you lucky?"
" 'Cause, I have you. For some reason you haven't run off," Cas looked over his shoulder at Dean, who stared up at the moon.
"Why would I do that?"
"I'm..." the blonde shrugged, and the ravenette turned in his arms again. He set his long fingers, splayed against Dean's neck. His blue eyes stared up until Dean looked down into them; catching his breath.
"Dean," Castiel breathed out, his breath fogging slightly. "I love you, and that's not going to change. I'm here as long as you want me."
Dean sucked his lip into his mouth, nodding. "Alright," he murmured, making Cas smile. He felt only slightly bad; after all, Castiel had just declared his love for him and he couldn't do anything else.
But Cas understood. For some God damned reason, he understood.
And Dean, as he leaned down to kiss his angel, was grateful.