Hi! This story is neither well written or lengthy, so I apologize in advance. But c'mon, who could resist writing about something as amazing as Destiel?
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Chocolate, Castiel decides, is not something to be messed with.
Demons and ghosts are another thing, he's perfectly okay with those, but powdered chocolate is a whole other evil in itself. He blinks through the explosion of brown powder and takes another long look down at the packet in hand, ignoring the feeling of dust settling down on his confused figure.
"Cas?"
He doesn't even need to look up to know it's Dean, eyebrows raised in that familiar what the hell expression that is usually reserved for Cas. The angel flicks his gaze upwards, noting the duffel bag hanging at the hunter's side and the knife currently being pointed at his chest. He blinks and again lowers his gaze to the package.
"What the hell man?" Dean huffs, leaning against the doorframe of the small motel room. The knife gets stuffed in a back pocket, the door slammed shut, and it's only the sound of bedsprings creaking that makes Cas divert his attention from the label of the hot chocolate container. Dean is flat on his back and scrubbing a hand over his face, brow scrunched in frustration.
"Two things. One, how did you even get in here? And two, why are you covered in chocolate powder?" He sniffs the air, then scrunches up his nose and coughs.
Cas tilts his head. "I was monitoring your progress on today's hunt, and saw that you and Sam were going to rest here for the night." He shakes some of the chocolate dust out of his hair, then offers it to Dean. "Hot chocolate?"
Once Cas's hair is free of powder and Dean finally decides to take control, ("It's not hot chocolate until it's hot and drinkable Cas.") they both sit on the edge of the motel bed, Dean still sneezing and Cas trying to figure out which way to tilt the cup in order to get the most marshmallows in one gulp.
Dean's shoulders bump into his. He pretends not to notice.
They sit in comfortable silence for awhile, long enough for the hot chocolate to go cold, before the hunter decides to brush powder off of Cas's cheek and smirk at the faint pink that collects there. Something warm bubbles in his chest, and the angel just can't understand how this human somehow manages to make him feel so strange.
Cas searches those hazel-green eyes, and he feels Dean's gaze matching his with equal intensity. They must have stared at eachother for a while, because the next thing he knows a loud snort is interrupting the perfectly serene moment.
"Get a room guys, seriously." Sam groans, flopping down on the bed they're all currently using. Dean swears violently as hot chocolate sloshes out of the cup and Cas scrunches up his nose in confusion. ("Get a room? But we are currently in a room Sam.")
It takes Sam a moment, but it's only a matter of time before he see's their matching cups, the powder on Cas's trenchcoat, and the distinct smell of chocolate in the air.
His expression slowly morphs into one of utter and complete betrayal.
"You both had hot chocolate without me."
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