A/N (PLEASE READ!): Okay I'm going to try to put this in a way it'll make sense. Well my SPN headcanon is that a few years later, the Winchesters finally decide to give up hunting after Dean and Cas delcare their unironic and impassioned love for one another. So they buy a house and adjust to domestic life and Dean and Cas share a room and Sammy has his own room and everything is perfect and everyone is happy because they're all together. I hate in domestic fics when it's mentioned that Sam is off living with a wife in California or whatever. I just want them to all be together and happy. :)
Snow fell sprucely, chilling the air and softly covering the land that was Kansas.
Somewhere in Lawrence, a dark haired angel wore a confused expression on his face. "I don't quite understand," he said blatantly. "You slide around on water in its frozen state for leisure? Couldn't that be considered dangerous?"
"It's called ice skating, Cas," Dean raised an eyebrow as he firmly tied the angel's skates for him. "And it's not dangerous...not really."
"What if the ice breaks?" Castiel asked innocently.
"Don't get complicated," Dean said somewhat sarcastically, carefully knotting the last lace. The pond behind their house was most definitely safe; Dean had walked on it plenty of times before. "Now," he started, strolling humbly to the edge of the ice. Castiel frantically wobbled after him, unfamiliar with the feeling of two blades beneath his feet. "Watch me," Dean said, and skated onto the frosty matter.
Being Dean and all, it wasn't exactly graceful, but as he observed, Cas came to the conclusion that it looked easy enough. Just walk and slide. How hard could it be?
Dean lapped around the pond twice before drifting back over to Castiel. "D'you get it?" he asked, and Cas nodded eagerly. Dean almost laughed at his anticipation. "Good," he said, planting a kiss on the tip of the angel's nose where the cold had turned it red. He then took Castiel's gloved hands in his, leading him slowly onto the ice.
They glided steadily, enjoying the sensation of the smooth crystals beneath them. Cas curiously looked at his feet as they seemed to take control, flowing in sync with Dean as he skated backward while Castiel skated forward. Huh, he thought, interested.
"See! You're getting the hang of it," Dean said cheerfully.
"Yes," Castiel agreed, looking up to find Dean's eyes sparkling with bliss. His cheeks had turned a rosy red and snow settled and proceeded to melt in his light, spiky hair. Cas took a breath of cold air, and felt something clench inside of him, realizing with a smile that it was happiness.
"What?" Dean said, slightly alarmed. "Is there something on my face?"
Castiel laughed and shook his head. "No," he said, amused. "It's just- You are a beautiful human being, Dean, that's all."
Dean didn't appear to have a response to this, though his eyes seemed to shine a little brighter. Instead, he let go of Castiel's hands so that they could skate side by side.
"No, Dean!" Castiel exclaimed, realizing Dean's intentions. "What if I fall over?"
Dean thought he sounded like a child riding a bicycle for the first time, and smiled at the thought. "Don't worry," he said, feeling protective. "I won't let you."
Cas reluctantly soldiered on, tightening the scarf around his neck as if it would provide safety. He felt comforted with Dean at his side, and began to wonder how their lives had turned out so perfectly in the end. Dean reminded him on a daily basis that miracles do exist, and that he was lucky enough to have been granted one. Everything was just-
Lost in thought, Castiel didn't realize he had lost his balance until his arms started to desperately flail. He yelped and grabbed at the air in search for Dean, thinking this is the end of me! as he fell to the ground.
Suddenly, he felt the ex-hunter's weight behind him, holding him up from under his arms. "Dean!" Castiel exclaimed, sighing dramatically in relief, thankful for Dean's quick reflexes. "You saved me from the ice!"
Dean snorted, pressing his forehead into Cas's neck as he held the angel up. "I told you I wouldn't let you fall," he said.
"Yeah," Castiel said in admiration. "You did."
It became to much for Dean then - he laughed from his very heart and soul, an absolute and thorough sound that only caused Castiel to laugh too. The pair of them stood in the middle of the frozen pond, the winter air filling their lungs and making their throats raw as they giggled themselves into a peace of mind, holding each other up.
They had it all wrong upstairs. This is what heaven truly felt like.
"Alright," Dean said finally, his voice dripping with contentment. "I think that's enough skating for one day. How about we go inside? I'll make you hot chocolate."
I got the title of this story from the song "Don't Leave Home" by Dido. Listen to it! It's Team Free Will's theme song for me!
Like a ghost don't need a key
Your best friend I've come to be
Please don't think of getting up for me
You don't even need to speak
When I've been here for just one day
You'll already miss me if I go away
So close the blinds and shut the door
You won't need other friends anymore
Oh don't leave home, oh don't leave home
If you're cold I'll keep you warm
If you're low just hold on
Cause I will be your safety
Oh don't leave home
Also, this is my first time getting back into the wonderful world of fanfiction in a while, so I apologize if I'm a little rusty. Plus, it's three in the morning and I just finished this. REVIEW! I KNOW YOU KNOW HOW! :D
