"What's my name, Castiel?" Dean asked, leaning forward on the chair. "You know it, come on." "Dean," Castiel said, but in two voices at once, one human and child-like, the other vibrating on a discordant frequency. Destiel, ageregressionfic, wingfic.

Sam's overtired from their latest hunt and he finally can't take Dean and Castiel staring at each other like they're having sex with their eyes anymore. He kinda, sorta accidentally says something that may or may not make Dean turn beet red and flustered and fidgety as all hell. Sam's amused. Dean's embarrassed. Cas is... well, he's Cas. -Destiel OS, rated for language and content.