AN: This was written in my English class whilst we were meant to be watching Romeo and Juliet. Don't like that film much as it always makes me cry
Disclaimer: All these characters belong to Eric Kripke (Is that how you spell it?) If I owned them, trust me fangirls and guys out there. I would be using your stories and make them come to life.
Dean was pretty pissed. So yeah, he had a cold but that never stopped him being pissed off. Damn Castiel! Where is he when you need him? Blue Oyster Cult started to blare out of his jacket pocket. Speak of the devil! Well, more Angel in this case.
"Where are you Cas?" Dean asked, his throat sore from coughing.
"I was about to ask you the same thing," the Angel said. His tone of voice changed instantly when Dean started coughing badly over the other end of the phone.
"Are you okay?" He asked. Dean could hear the little frown on the angels face as he spoke those words. It made Dean smile a little until he broke down into a chain of sneezes.
"Yeah man, just a head cold is all," Dean sniffed.
"You need to rest!" The voice came from behind him as well as from the other end of the phone. Dean hung up. Castiel walked over to the man and placed a soothing hand on his shoulder. He steered him back to the bed and forced him to sit down on it. Castiel knelt down in front of him and examined him like a mother examines her baby boy when he's scraped his knee. Crap! Dean thought. His head was swimming. The only clear sight he saw were those deep meaningful sapphire blue eyes that belonged to the angel. Every nerve in Dean's body was screaming at him to kiss the damn angel. It didn't matter because at that very moment, Castiel leaned forward and placed his lips gently onto Deans. It was barely more than a 5 second peck but for Dean it lasted forever. He felt the butterflies swoop around madly in his stomach. His eyes closed enjoying the bliss that washed over him. His sickness had been washed away in those 5 seconds and when they drew apart, Dean had his hand is Castiels hair and was breathing heavily.
"What was that?" He asked breathlessly.
"I healed you," Castiel explained, tilting his head to one side as if the question confused him
"I know that but I mean the kissing." He prompted gently. Castiel blushed, making him look a thousand times cuter in Dean's opinion.
"You didn't like it?" He asked sheepishly.
It was Deans turn to blush.
"Well...yeah...but..." Dean started.
"But what?" Castiel smiled.
"I thought The Bible disapproved." Dean stated.
"The Bible was written by man, it has mistakes." Castiel explained.
"Good!" Dean whispered before putting one arm around Castiels neck and the other around his waist and drawing him in for another kiss. Not to be healed, but to be close to Castiel. And that's what both of them wanted. To be close to the one they loved.
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