TINY Destiel ficlet. I played around with only using "Dean" and "Cas" as spoken words in it. It kind of worked out, I guess? Yes? No? Please review if you liked it! (... or hated it...) I'm sleepy, so please do not impale judgment on my poor soul.


"Cas?" Dean whispered, his green eyes panning up the dimly lit motel walls.

"Dean." There was a flutter of wings as the trench coat-clad angel materialized.

"Cas." The hunter acknowledged happily, sitting down on the brown leather sofa.

"Dean?" Cas wondered, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.

"Cas…" Dean chuckled, pushing some tattered pillows away to make room for the blue-eyed angel.

"D-Dean?" Cas stuttered, fidgeting nervously. His cheeks flushed as he looked away.

"Cas." Dean assured, an almost stern expression covering his features.

"Dean…" Cas began shyly, but his words were stopped when a set of hands pulled onto the sofa.

"Cas." Dean comforted, planting a kiss on the angel's forehead.

"Dean." Cas murmured, repositioning himself so that he was lying on top of the taller man.

"Cas?" Dean grinned teasingly at the sudden change, but was interrupted as Cas claimed his lips in a clumsy kiss.

"Dean." Cas groaned, wrapping his arms around his newfound love.


To be continued...?