Dean and Cas sat in the Impala Dean driving down a road to nowhere. Dean's hand on the stick shift while Cas' fingers traced lightly over his hand, memorizing every detail. Eventually settling on top of Deans hand. Dean moves his hand and lies it face up allowing Castiel to trace over his palm.
"Dean the lines on your hand suggest that your life is destined for marriage of heart."
"You can tell all that by looking at my hand?"
"It's a loose translation but yes." With that Dean grasped Castiel's hand and didn't let go until he had to shift gears. A short while later they were at a movie theater. During the movie Dean threw his arm over Castiel's shoulder cuddling throughout the length of the movie even though Cas' hair was in his face the entire time Dean didn't mind. After the movie they decided to drive to an empty field to watch the stars. It was Deans turn to be the little spoon because he would always end up the big spoon when they woke up in the mornings. While lying there holding hands looking at the stars Castiel played with Deans sandy brown hair and traced the outline of his body as far as his lengthy arms would reach without moving too much.
Dean secretly really liked being the little spoon. He was engulfed in a hug and his head fit right under Castiel's scruffy chin. He held Castiel's hand which seemed softer than usual but it felt nice just lying there with the most perfect being in ever of creation and one that he could call his.
