So this is my first destiel fic. It was just a random idea that popped up the other day. Apologies if it's a bit rusty but not witten any fics for a while :/. Please review and feel free to leave plenty of concrit.

Dean swept his arm across the table violently, sending the game board and all it's pieces crashing to the floor. As soon as he saw the look on Cas' face he wished he hadn't gotten angry. Cas was looking down at the hands clasped in his lap. He was completely silent. With the expression on his face anyone would think that Dean had just shot his puppy. Wordlessly, his eyes still fixed firmly on the floor, Cas got up and went to kneel next to the mess Dean had created. Slowly, with deliberation, he began to pick up the pieces. Dean sighed heavily. He had lost control of his anger, again. This time he had really upset Castiel.

"Dammit," he muttered under his breath. He walked over to Cas who was still picking up the wreckage that Dean had made. As he reached out to take one of the pieces, Dean gently placed his hand on top of the angel's. "Cas, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten angry. I just… sometimes it's all too much y'know? I shouldn't take my anger out on you, that was wrong." Castiel looked from Dean's hand laying over his up to the startlingly green eyes.

"I forgive you, Dean. It is good that you have chosen to apologise, rather than let the argument take its toll on the both of us." Castiel bent his head once more, intending to return to his task, but Dean would not release his hand. Dean slid his hand underneath Castiel's and entwined their fingers. Castiel looked up again, confusion evident in his eyes. Dean leaned in and slowly, cautiously, pressed his lips to the angels. He then drew back, waiting to see the response. Cas dropped the piece that he had been holding in his other hand and reached up to run his forefinger along his lips. "Was that a kiss Dean?" he enquired.

"Yes," Dean replied matter-of-factly. "How did it… did you like it?" Cas thought about this question for a moment. Had he liked it? The sensation was strange, but it was definitely not unpleasant.

"I suppose it was rather nice," he offered in reply. Dean grinned at him and leant in once more. This time, the kiss was more forceful and Castiel could feel the wordless passion behind the gesture. Dean stood up, pulling Cas with him and made his way over to the sofa on the opposite side of the room. He sat down heavily and arranged them so that Cas lay across his chest. He began to gently stroke the raven-black hair. Cas turned into him and snuggled contentedly, this was the best he had felt in a long while. He wasn't quite sure what it was that he was feeling but he knew that it was good. Things were going to get better. Dean would be nicer to him now; maybe they could even watch the bees together. Cas inhaled, savouring the scent of Dean and let his mind wonder about things that were possible now that he knew Dean loved him back.