Summary: Freckles, his mother used to say, were the kisses of Angels and that he had so many because Angels were watching over him. Dean never believed it. Established Destiel.
Dean smiled crookedly at Castiel as the Angel glanced up from the book he was reading. The Angel smiled back and Sam sighed loudly.
"We're not going to find anything tonight, we should head to bed, get an early start tomorrow." Sam said as his head hit the open book he had been reading.
Dean stood up and placed his hands on Sam's shoulders, "Alright, up, to bed."
Sam groaned but stumbled to his room in the bunker.
After Sam's door closed Dean felt arms curl around his waist.
"Hi, Dean." Castiel said quietly.
"Hey, Cass." Dean returned as he fitted his hands over Castiel's, "You know what I found yesterday?"
"You have asked that I not intrude on your thoughts." Castiel murmured as they swayed a little.
Dean turned to face Castiel and gave him a look.
"What did you find?" Castiel asked.
"I found a new freckle." Dean said softly.
Castiel's eyes lit up, "Where?"
Dean's hand went to rest above his pelvis, "Right here."
Castiel grinned, "Good."
"Good?" Dean asked, incredulously, "I could have Cancer and you call that good?"
Castiel smiled, "You do not have this Cancer, you have another Angel Kiss." Castiel explained.
"Wait.. What?"
"An Angel Kiss." Castiel murmured.
"Is that why you keep kissing the same spot for weeks?" Dean asked.
Castiel nodded, "In a vessel it takes a few times, before all it took was a brush of fingers."
Dean grinned, "Wanna give me more Angel Kisses?"
Castiel matched Dean's grin as he nodded enthusiastically as Dean lead him down the hall to their room.
Short little one-shot that I had an Idea for.