Summary: Dean calls Castiel his angel and Cas is very confused. After all, he doesn't call Dean 'his human'. Fluffy Destiel.
Rated: K+
"Hey, angel, c'mere for a second," Dean waved across the room. Cas raised his eyebrows in confusion but obliged, crossing the motel room to stand next to his boyfriend.
They had been driving all day, following a lead about a pretty bad haunting, and ended up in a crappy motel in Iowa. The bedding was filthy and the tap most definitely poisonous, but Dean and Sam were there in one piece, and that's all that mattered to Cas.
"Have you found something," he asked as he peered over Dean's shoulder at the newspaper clipping he was holding.
"I think we found our ghost."
"Ghost?" Sam cut in. "Not plural?"
"Nope, pretty sure it's the same ghost in all three locations."
"Is that possible?" Cas asked.
"Normally, no. Unless it's the same spell that Lilith used on the others." Dean threw the newspaper clipping down and sighed, scratching his forehead. He didn't enjoy that experience the first time, and really wasn't looking forward to dealing with it again.
"Don't worry, Dean, we'll take care of it."
The man smiled, eyes softened, as he gazed at Cas.
"I know we will, angel."
Cas cocked his head to the side as Dean put his research away.
"I don't understand. Why do you keep calling me angel? I don't call you 'human' in place of your name."
He received chuckles from both of the Winchesters. Sam got off his bed, stretched, and announced that he was going for a walk, before leaving the motel.
"What?" Cas asked, perturbed. Dean laughed again and pulled Cas onto the bed next to him, sliding his hand in Cas'.
"Angel with a capital A is the species. It's what you are. But angel with a lowercase a is an endearment."
"What kind of endearment?"
"It's like... It's something humans call each other when they really care about someone. Sometimes it's used to mean pure or innocent. Other times it means..."
"Yes?" Cas leaned against Dean's shoulder. The human looked into his eyes and pressed their foreheads together gently.
"It means you saved me."
The whispered words seemed to reach into the very core of Cas' existence. He was still getting used to emotions, but this...he would never become accustomed to such strong, all-consuming feelings. He doubted even humans were used to it. Dean's fingers were stroking the side of his face, eyes searching his.
"You're my angel, and you always will be."
Sam came back a few minutes later, opening the motel door quietly as not to disturb the two. When he caught sight of his brother and friend tangled in each other's arms, lips moving slowly and silently agianst each other, he decided that another walk was in order.
So, what did you think? Yay or nay? I'm pretty new to SPN fanfiction, but hey, practice makes nearly-perfect, right? Please review, even if it's just an "I like this" or a "don't quit your day job" (though I certainly hope it's not the latter). Anyway, I'm rambling. Please review!
