So I'm starting something new, I'm calling it Whiteboard Drabbles. It's little Destiel drabbles that fit on my mini whitboard. that means they're extremely small, but I'll try and write one every day.
"I guess it's not about the way we act when we're together," Castiel said with that ever calculating voice. "But about the way we act when we're apart."
Dean smiled, burying his face into the Angels black hair, breathing the musk in through his nose. "Listen Cas," he said. "The world doesn't hang together on calculations."
"Well, actually..." Castiel started, but Dean cut him off. "No it doesn't Cas, you can't calculate love. How would you put love in an equation?"
Dean felt Castiel smile against his arm and the Hunter knew he had come up with something witty.
"Y=-(sin(x^(1.7/6)+4)+(1/x))+10."
