Home

by CastielOnMyShoulder

There hasn't been many places Castiel could call home in his lifetime. Now that heaven's out of the question, he's found a new one. Destiel drabble, romantic or otherwise.

To Cas, home was the smell of leather and whiskey. It was the way it clung to his trenchcoat, and it never came off no matter what he did.

To Cas, home was the bright hazel-green of his eyes. It was the way they shined in just the right lighting. It was the way they looked at him, like they couldn't get enough.

To Cas, home was the shy smile reserved especially for him. It was the way it brightened up the room and made him smile too.

To Cas, home was the horrible comebacks. It was the stutters and pauses until he eventually repeated it back.

To Cas, home was Dean.