Destiel Fanfiction
Cas traced the tattoos on Dean's leg while it rested on the coffee table.
"Why do you always hide them?" Cas questioned, never taking his eyes off of Dean's legs.
"I don't know," Dean responded with a sigh, "People think they're weird Cas. Seems how I'm pretending to be an FBI half the time." He followed up with a laugh then set his beer bottle on the table.
"I just don't get it," Cas said with a hint of frustration in his voice, "How can something so beautiful be seen as something so filthy! It just doesn't make any sense."
"Cas, you don't get a lot of things. Give it a rest!" Dean tugged his leg away from Cas's hands and quickly grabbed his beer, staring into space. Cas moved to look at the TV play whatever crappy channel was on in the bunker. They sat like that for a good fifteen minutes. Dean got up to move, but Cas quickly grabbed his hand.
"Dean, I'm sorry I made you mad, I didn't mean to it's just ... I think they're beautiful." He let go of Dean's hand and looked at the floor. Dean sat back down on the couch next to Cas, and moved a bit closer.
"I guess that make two things in the room beautiful, the tattoos, and you." Cas's head shot up and his eyes locked with Dean's emerald green ones.
"Dean I-" Dean cut him off by lifting his chin to kiss him. Cas's eyes fluttered shut and he placed his palm on Dean cheek.
"Umm," Sam said behind them, "Am I interrupting something?" He said with a laugh.
"Oh piss off Sam!" Dean retorted and threw a pillow at him.
"Well you two kids have fun, I'm going to get some food."
Cas's face turned beet red as the blood rushed to his cheeks.
"So where were we?" Dean leaned into Cas with a smile.