Author's Note:
Just a random one-shot. After a few insanely crazy days, I am in a very good mood, so here is some short, sweet Destiel fluff. Nothing special and pretty random, sorry. It's short and just generally sucky. Oh and two things, btw.
One, it's from Castiel's P.O.V.
Two, the freckle thing is actually true. Find a picture of Misha shirtless and see for yourself ;-)
"You don't know that much about me, Dean," I said.
"Wanna bet?"
He was insisting he knew everything there was to know about me. "Angels do not make bets, but I am sure there are things about me you don't know."
"Try me."
"I do not wish to play childish games."
"C'mon, get that stick out of your ass."
I sighed and absently ran my finger over his chest. We were laying on the bed in his motel room while Sam was out interviewing a witness. Dean had wanted to stay behind so we could spend time together. We'd been "dating" for four months now, and now he was saying that there wasn't a single thing about me he didn't know. I begged to differ.
"Fine. What color are my eyes?"
"Depends on who you're asking. Most people would say blue. They don't realize how many shades of blue your eyes get. In lighting like this, they look either dark blue or very bright blue. Right now it's the second one. When it's dark, they're so dark blue that they're almost black. And when the sun hits them…they're light, bright, crystal blue. Like the sky. That's my favorite."
I smiled, having not realized he paid that much attention. I decided to go for a more intimate question. "Where's my favorite place to be kissed?"
"Right here," he said, trailing sweet little kisses down the side of my face.
"Where is the one freckle on my vessel?"
He smiled and unbuttoned my shirt, gently placing a hand on the right side of my chest. "Just above your right nipple. I never thought to tell you because I thought it would sound too girly, but I think it's adorable."
So he was better at this than I'd given him credit for. "Where is the one place I love being more than any other place in the world?"
"Heaven."
So the undefeated Dean finally got one wrong. I took his hand and laced our fingers together, resting our joined hands above his heart. It beat strongly and steadily under my hand, and for a few moments it was the only sound in the room. I moved my other hand to his shoulder, under his T-shirt sleeve and over the handprint I'd left there. My fingers aligned perfectly, of course. Even though I hadn't yet assumed a vessel while laying siege to Hell to rescue my Righteous Man, somehow my hand fit against the print perfectly.
I kissed him softly. "This is where I love being more than anywhere else Here, Dean. With you…always."