A/N: Prompt 17: Brown. So here, have some cutesy Destiel about Cas's trench coat!

Trench coat

Dean would never admit how much he loved Castiel's tan brown trench coat. Sure, he also loved his black hair and clear blue eyes and the adorable way he tilted his head when he was confused. But there was just something about that tatty brown tailed trench coat that made him smile like crazy. Without it, Cas looked naked. Dean knew that he loved Castiel, like he'd never loved anyone before. It was a mixture of passion, a need to protect and pure gentle adoration. Sure, he hardly showed this because he was Dean Winchester, womanizer and broken saviour. However, in some small way, his angel could fill part of that hole in his soul. And Castiel knew it.

"Dean?" He was looking at him, head tilted, small smile on his lips.

"Yeah, Cas?"

"I love you." Another thing that angel did that Dean adored. Periodically, he would remind him that he loved him and those three simple words brought life back to Dean's eyes.

"I love you too." Even saying that at first had been difficult bit slowly, surely, Dean grew used to the words and the feeling. A feeling he hadn't experienced since Lisa. No, this was more than Lisa. This was stronger, deeper and more personal. He loved Castiel, the kind of irrevocable, undeniable love that is harder to catch than smoke. Castiel was Dean's everything. And Dean was Castiel's everything.