Rating: T

Warnings: Slash

Genre: Fluff

Timeline: Post-Apocalypse

Characters: Dean, Castiel

Spoilers: Nope


It was not so much that it was a bad playground. It was more that the end had come and gone and people were reconsidering their lives and their options. They'd seen war between greater powers then themselves and they were scared. It was not terribly surprising when the playground was empty.

Today it was not. Today there was a single brave child playing on the monkey bars, swinging back and forth and back, and her far braver father sitting nervously at the edge of his bench. He was nervous about many things, including the fate of his house and his wife, neither of whom he'd seen in days. He was nervous about the dangerous way his daughter clung to the bars by the edge of her fingers. And he was very nervous about the only other adults there, sitting on the opposite side of the field quite close together. But they weren't paying any particular attention to him or his daughter, so he allowed her to play for a few more minutes.

Meanwhile, Dean sat back with a sigh and asked the first thing that came to his mind. "Is there a special hell for people who have sex with angels?" to which Castiel responded with The Look, cast sidelong across the bench.

He sighed lightly and Dean could have sworn he shook his head a little before replying in a low rumble, "We have not had sex, Dean."

Dean followed this statement with his own version of The Look, given as a direct stare over the small space. "You mean to tell me you're going to deny me sex for the rest of my life?" he said with the sort of horror usually reserved for major disasters and visits to the DMV.

The silence that followed either meant that Castiel was considering the best answer, or that he thought this particular question was not only irrelevant, but also exasperating and therefore undeserving of an answer. Dean was quite sure it was the former.

But the minutes dragged on and finally he turned towards him completely, and frowned. "Are you going to answer me Cas? I mean, I know avoiding the question is like an art for you, but seriously." Cas looked at him, eyes wide and uncomfortable and innocent before they flickered back to his folded hands. And Dean pressed his lips together, frustrated.

"Cas." The angel immediately met his eyes. "Do you expect me to be celibate?"

There was a moment where they battled for dominance, Castiel trying to look anywhere but him and Dean following his gaze wherever it went. Then the angel took the man by the jaw, touching their lips together and standing in the same motion. The man followed suit, pushing to his feet and slipping an arm around the angel.

They stood close for a moment, pressed together and Dean kissed Castiel again. And it was not so much that he was satisfied with the answer, but that he knew the discussion wasn't settled. Which was why he allowed Castiel to remove his arm and take his hand and lead him away from the now empty playground with a minimum of fuss.