A/N: Hey guys! I'm so glad so many people enjoyed the last fic I posted! Honestly, it means a lot.
So, I have a few other fics in the works, and one I am nearly done with. It's going to be pretty sad, so I thought I'd give y'all a plotless, ridiculously fluffy piece first. Thanks for reading. :)
Disclaimer: If I owned Supernatural, Destiel would already be canon. So we can safely assume I, unfortunately, do not occupy that role. All rights go to Eric Kripke.
It had been a successful hunt.
In two days, Sam, Dean, and Castiel had managed to destroy a ghost that had been terrorising a century-old home that had recently been refurbished and made liveable again. Two couples died within a week of purchasing the house over a period of six months.
Honestly, it had surprised the seasoned hunters and millennia-old angel when they easily discovered the identity of the spirit and effortlessly located her grave. Simple salt and burn, and now the vengeful spirit of Brianna Simms can never harm anyone again.
Though slightly concerned about the simplicity of the job, Dean Winchester was pleased. Getting a hunt over with quickly meant he could spend some quality time with Castiel before Sammy found another job and they'd have to drive off to yet another Smalltown, USA.
So when the brothers and the angel reached the bunker, Dean laced his fingers with Castiel's and gently pulled him through their new home and to the hunter's bedroom.
Sam, hazel eyes shining, headed straight for his favourite room in the bunker: the library. No doubt, he'd search for another hunt.
But, for now, the elder brother was determined to have a nice, sort-of domestic moment with his angel.
Upon reaching his room, Dean shut his door behind Cas and sat on his memory foam bed, and gently tugged on Castiel's arm, clearly signalling that he wished for the angel to lie down next to him. Complying, Cas immediately settled comfortably onto the soft bed and opened his arms. Dean scooted forward, nuzzling his head into the angel's remarkably warm neck.
Castiel constantly radiated heat. And Dean positively loved it. Nice quality on a cold winter evening.
Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel's torso, smiling into his neck when the angel immediately returned the embrace. For a while, Cas had been hesitant, still attempting to obey Dean's 'personal space' rule. But they had both quickly learned that the angel adored cuddling with Dean.
The hunter felt warm, soft lips press butterfly-light kisses to his honey-brown hair. Deft fingers curled into fists and gently rubbed Dean's back, undoing the knots.
Dean buried his face deeper into Cas's chest. Subtle scents filled his nose: damp earth, the leather seats of the Impala, and a special smell that could only be described as Cas.
The angel's body fit perfectly together with the hunter's, like they were two puzzle pieces that had been put together.
A small, happy sound escaped Dean's throat. It was perfect.
"I love you, Cas."
"I love you too."
A/N: If you're reading this, it means you've made it to the end! :) Thank you very much for reading this. Since you've made it all the way down here, I'd really appreciate it if you'd take a small amount of time and type a quick review. Remember, constructive criticism is always welcome! Once again, thank you, and may cookies rain from the sky.