In honor of Valentine's Day, here's some Destiel fluff! Any comments are appreciated!
They were in the same second grade class with Mr. Singer and the best of friends. They sat together at a table in Mr. Singer's class, talking an waiting for class to start.
"Excited for Valentine's Day, Cas?" asked an excited Dean, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Castiel shrugged. "I guess so," he said quietly, but smiled at Dean softly. Dean opened his mouth to ask Cas another question, but Mr. Singer cleared his throat. So Dean frowned for a second before mouthing "Later" at Cas and grinning widely.
"Since today is Valentine's Day, we are going to make Valentine's for each other," Mr. Singer said gruffly. "You know where the paper and scissors are." With that, he dismissed them to make Valentine's. Dean and Castiel jumped up and grabbed markers, crayons, paper, scissors, and glue. Arms laden with artistic utensils, they returned to their table. After sitting down and grabbing a paper apiece, they turned to each other, smiling crazily.
"Who are you going to make yours for?" inquired Castiel politely, folding his paper carefully.
"Oh, you know, someone," Dean replied vaguely, grabbing scissors. "Who're you makin' yours for?"
"Someone. . . ." Castiel said, just as vaguely, unfolding his paper and grabbing some crayons. After that, it was pretty quiet at their little table, only talking to ask if the other had the scissors, or green crayon, or blue marker. Lunchtime arrived and each covered their Valentine carefully, not wanting anyone to see their works of art. Recess came and went and everyone trooped back in, rambunctiousness slightly worn off. Dean and Cas went straight back to work, finishing just before school was out for the day. The bell rang and they raced to get their backpacks and jackets- but not before covering their Valentine's once again. They grabbed their Valentine's as they walked out Mr. Singer's classroom and went outside to wait for their moms. After awkwardly shifting their feet for a minute, Dean shoved his Valentine at Cas. "Here."
Castiel took the card gently, "Thank you Dean. This is for you." Cas handed his card to Dean who took it eagerly. Both opened their cards gingerly, as if afraid they would break if opened roughly.
Dean gasped as he opened his card. It was the Impala, perfectly drawn in crayon. "Cas . . . this is amazing! Thanks!"
Castiel blushed. "Thank you Dean. But yours is just as amazing." For the card Dean made for Cas was a pair of wings, intricately cut.
It was Dean's turn to blush. "Thanks Cas," he mumbled. Just then, a car horn honked impatiently. Dean and Cas turned towards the noise- it was Dean's mother Mary and younger brother Sam. "That's me. Bye Cas," Dean said. He hesitated for a minute before darting in and kissing Castiel's cheek. "Happy Valentine's Day, Cas," Dean mumbled, blushing, before running to his mother's car.
"Happy Valentine's Day to you too, Dean," Castiel said, dazed, as he touched the place where Dean kissed him.