A/N: Happy day two of Destiel week. My laptop is broken yet again, so don't expect anything 'Interesting' for a while… I have to write everything on my mom's laptop. Don't forget to review, even if it's just a suggestion for a mood or song for tomorrow!
Today's Fic: Happy
Song: Quiet – Lights
I'm not yours and you're not mine. We can sit and pass the time.
It was warm. Summer. Dean sat beneath a broken tree. He looked up at the sky, it was clear and the little clouds that were in the sky were small and light. The grass was soft and the birds sang gleefully.
No fighting wars, no ringing chimes.
It was the most relaxed he's been in a while. Years. He shut his eyes, not to rest, but to relish in the serenity. There was a soft breeze, and a familiar flutter of wings. He opened his eyes to find Castiel propped up against the tree.
This is where we're supposed to be, sitting by a broken tree. Not tragedy, no poetry. Just staring at the sky.
"It's nice out," Castiel said with a smile. Dean agreed of course. Today seemed different, like there was no threat. As if everything was fine and they were safe. He moved over so he was closer to the Angel, earning him another smile. He loved it when Castiel smiled. Those smiles were hard to come by, the genuine ones, but Dean had a way to make him smile forever. Castiel took Dean's hand in his and laced their fingers together. Normally, Dean would be shocked or confused, but this felt right. He didn't complain when Castiel pressed closer, nor did he complain when he let his head fall down on his shoulder.
I like it here, beside you dear.
Dean sighed contently. Nothing could pull him down from this high. It was as if happiness itself was coursing through his veins. Castiel plucked a flower from beside them. Soft and pink, small and insignificant. Though it didn't matter, it represented so many things, and nothing all at once. He handed it to Dean with a shy smile. He nodded thank you, then lay down on Castiel's lap. Castiel looked down into Dean's eyes. To Dean, it felt as if the Angel was staring into his soul, reading him like a book. Again, he was okay with it.
Here's my heart, and here's my mouth, and I can't help if things come out.
"I like this," Dean started, "It's soothing," Castiel smiled again and ran a hand through Dean's hair.
"We could stay a while?"
Yes. Dean wanted to say so much, "We should stay forever," he sighed. A chuckle is what he got in return.
Hold my hand to keep me steady.
"Could we? Could we stay like this?" More should have been said. Could you never leave? Could you keep me happy? Could we stay like this forever?
"Of course we can," Castiel answered, placing a gentle kiss on Dean's forehead.
Tell me when you feel ready, I'm the one, there's not too many.
Dean's eyes fell shut; he couldn't get more relaxed than he was now. Everything was bliss. He hummed softly in happiness. The sounds of the field soothing him, and soon he was sleeping on Castiel's lap, with a smile on his face and a hand in his hair.
I could wait a thousand hours. Stay the same in sun and showers. Pick apart a hundred flowers.
Just to be quiet.