Destiel Ficlet #6
“Cas, your teeth are freakin’ annoying me,” Dean grouched.
“I’m s-s-s-orry -D-D-Dean….”
Dean sighs, Castiel’s chattering teeth honestly the least of his worries, but the only thing he can gripe about that had any hope of changing.
“….Fine….get over here.”
Castiel looks up from his position on the other side of the Impala, shivering against the door wrapped in a thin blanket.
“D-Dean?”
“…Don’t make me s-say it again angel…just, c’mere….”
Dean opens up his blanket, a sharp intake of breath at the cold air that instantly chills him to the bone. It had been a bad idea to go on this hunt, but Dean knew that it had to happen, that they needed to stop the wraith from killing anymore people.
Unfortunately, before they could kill the wraith, a blizzard hit, and Castiel and Dean were completely snowed in, stuck in the middle of a forest, with only a few blankets to keep them warm. Dean had to leave the car off, knowing that they would need the heat later, if they were stuck for more than a day.
Castiel stares at Dean for a moment, then slides across the bench seat with a sigh and a grumble.
“…Being human is an inconvenience….”
Dean smirks and chuckles, wrapping Castiel up in the blanket, and positioning them so they were wrapped around each other, arms around torsos, and legs tangled together under the thin blankets.
“It can be, Cas…but, there are perks t-too.”
Cas laughs humorlessly.
“Hm. R-really?”
“ ‘Course, C-Cas. There’s lots of stuff.”
Cas is quiet for a moment, then shifts even closer, nuzzling his cold nose up against Dean’s.
“….Like what Dean?” He whispers, voice sounding strained,…scared.
Dean is quiet this time, holding Cas a little closer, then he clears his throat.
“Like….pie, and…and action m-movies…and rock n’roll….”
Cas humms softly, curling his hands around the fabric of Dean’s shirt, then spreading his hand of flat against the hardened muscle of his chest.
“…what else Dean?”
Dean rubs his hand up and down Cas’ back, leans his face down toward the former angel in his arms, warm breath puffing out over Castiel’s pale skin.
“…Like..warm chocolate chip cookies…,” Dean says,swallowing thickly as Castiel’s hands slide down his chest, nose pressed harder against his neck.
“…and?” Cas says, his voice even deeper, like velvet and gravel.
“and,” Dean clears his throat, shifting slightly as a warmth starts building in his lower belly, Castiel pushing closer the tip of his nose brushing up over his cheek.
“…um…..and-….”
Dean stutters, looking down as Cas looks up into his eyes, blue almost swallowed by the black.
“…and….things like….sex....Dean?”
Dean’s breath hitches as Cas leans in, their breath mingling together, the car suddenly unbearably hot despite the chill they both were feeling only minutes ago.
“…Yeah Cas,” Dean croaks, “but….maybe I should show you something else though…”
“…Like what Dean?” Cas says, voice soft and breathy.
“…Like kissing…”
Dean closes the distance between them, the kiss soft and slow, a push of plush lips against chapped, gentle and sweet. Castiel melts into it, responding eagerly, like only someone who’d never been kissed before could. Dean moans, pulling his friend closer, and deepens the kiss as Cas opens up before him.
“Dean,” he whimpers, holding a handful of Dean’s shirt tight, rocking his hips against the hunter’s thigh.
“Cas…C…Cas, slow down…I said kissing- you’re…baby, slow down,” Dean says, chuckling at Castiel’ enthusiasm.
“….I…Dean, I want…”
“What baby, what do you want?”
Cas pauses, licking his lips and looking up at Dean.
“More...,” he whispers.
Dean pauses once again, breath hitching in the back of his throat, and he lets out a slow growl before capturing Castiel’s lips once again.
They spend the night making their own heat, the windows steaming up as Dean shows Castiel just how very convenient it can be to be a human.