[ Hi guys! thought I'd kick off this account with a short Destiel I wrote a while back. It's probably a tired premise, but I couldn't help but think about how I wanted Dean and Cas to meet again in the next season. Please enjoy! (◡‿◡✿) ]
Don't tell him, the inner voice croaked, coming to life in the base of his skull and prodding at his dizzy head. Don't.
Castiel's entire world had fallen at his ears as Dean stood in front of him, clutching the fabric of his trench coat as raindrops fell into the neck of it, soaking the angel to the bone as the rain poured down around the two. Dean's face was red, and he was bright-eyed and bushy tailed in front of him, waiting for a response to his posed question; "do you love me?" The apple in Castiel's throat rose as he attempted to swallow the weight of Dean's expectant and interrogative green eyes. He opened his mouth but closed it as Dean's shoulders heaved with sharp breaths and his hands trembled near the once-angel's neck.
Dean was nearing him, pulling him forward without realizing exactly what he was doing. He regretted the question. Castiel's eyes darkened in realization and he began to coolly pry Dean's locked fingers from his coat collar. But Dean let go of him and batted away Castiel's hands, taking one of them and opening Castiel's fingers to massage the back of his hand. The gesture was meant to be calming, Castiel supposed, but the angel felt more threatened than comforted by the warmth of Dean's skin.
"Do you?"
You will regret it when you can't save him.
Cas' heart was hammering away at his chest so hard it was ringing his ears.
"Cas, please."
The plea was spit out from between clenched teeth, sounding hollow and demanding despite the whimper it thinly disguised. Dean's free hand fell to Castiel's face like it was as natural as the rain falling around them, and Castiel didn't dare flinch from the touch. Green eyes studied blue and then the trenchcoated found fingers in his hair just beyond his ear and Dean was tilting his head to lower his gaze to Castiel's lips. Castiel found himself leaning forward and Dean's grip on his hand tightened noticeably.
A reasonable inner voice sounded once again. Do not tell him.
Castiel's thumb ran across the plump of the hunter's mouth, and the pink parted away from white teeth like a miracle. The brunette took a shaky breath and swallowed heavily, his tongue feeling too big for his mouth.
Do not tell him, it hissed again, more urgent this time. Get away now!
Dean's lips were at his neck and his hand was empty but acting on impulse he filled it with the muscle of Dean's shoulder as Castiel pulled the human closer to him, tightening his grip as a wet mouth traveled up his straining neck and traced its way to his lips. Dean's breath was wet and warm but still left goosebumps on skin that Castiel didn't even have to ability to explain through simple, human words.
Don't.
His eyes closed and a firm kiss was placed at the edge of his lips and kept there until Castiel turned his head to meet Dean's waiting mouth in a small, testing kiss. It wasn't enough and Dean pressed their lips together a bit longer, a bit warmer, a bit more loving. Lips opened and Dean's teeth clicked against Castiel's , who tensed at the foreign feeling momentarily before… oh, that's what he was supposed to be doing.
Dean parted for air after an eternity and Cas was short of breath for reasons he didn't understand. The man was gripping the brunette's shoulders, and his lips again fell to Castiel's throat once more. The angel's hands threaded through Dean's flattened, wet hair to pull the man closer, and all he could manage to say through his parted lips was a strangled and broken word that sounded suspiciously like "yes".
