This is just a cute, fluffy, little Destiel cuddle session, probably around season five or six? Anyway, Dean uses one very naughty word right at the beginning, but other than that it's not bad. So, thanks for the favs and follows! Love you guys!
Dean zipped up his jacket all the way. His poor Baby needed her heater fixed and of course, he and Sam were investigating a case in northern Minnesota in January. This fucking wendigo case better be the real deal or Dean was going to be pissed. He was freezing his ass off while Sam was talking to the gorgeous chick that saw something (damn rock, paper, scissors cheating bastard). Dean had spent his time in the morgue looking at what remained of the dead body of the boyfriend.
"Hello, Dean." Dean jumped at the sudden appearance of the trench coat wearing angel, far too close on the bench seat than Dean would have liked (if anyone asked, anyway).
"Hey, Cas. What's going on?" Dean folded his arms around himself, trying to keep warm. Castiel tilted his head.
"You are cold. Is something wrong with your vehicle?"
"Damn heater is broken. Once we gank this wendigo I'm taking her to Bobby's to get fixed up."
"Isn't it unfortunate to be out in the cold like this with no way of keeping warm?" Sometimes, this angel was a real pain in Dean's ass.
"Yes, Cas. It's very unfortunate. Is there something you need or are you just here to criticize my baby?"
"Well, I believe that we have found a…" Dean couldn't hear the rest because his teeth started chattering. Castiel looked at Dean. "On second thought, perhaps we should wait and discuss this when Sam is present."
"A…a…are you sure C…C…Cas?" Dean couldn't control it anymore. He was shaking all over. It had to be below zero. Where the hell was Sam? Dean looked out his window hoping to see the large mass that was his younger brother. Suddenly, Dean felt arms around him and he was being pulled closer to the angel.
"Um…Cas? Wh…what are you doing?"
"Attempting to keep you warm. I believe that you humans refer to it as cuddling."
"I know what you're doing, Cas. But why are you doing it?" Not that Dean was complaining, he just wanted to know what was going through Cas' feather brain.
"Well, I am not cold, or rather my vessel is not. I thought that maybe some of my warmth could be transferred to your body." Dean contemplated for a minute. It totally wasn't gay. It was just…keeping warm. Dean snuggled closer to Cas. To get warmer. That's all. That's totally the only reason. Cas was hot. Warm. Cas was warm and that was the only reason that this was happening.
"Sam can never find out about this." Dean muttered as he rested his head on Castiel's shoulder. Castiel rested his cheek to Dean's forehead.
"Of course not." Castiel could not explain it, but holding Dean like this felt right. He felt like he could protect Dean if any dangers came their way, and that's exactly what he was going to do.
The two began discussing the case and what Cas had been up to since Dean had last seen him. The two then fell into an easy silence, just listening to the rock songs coming from the radio. Yeah, maybe Dean had gotten warm enough twenty minutes ago. And yeah, maybe he realized he was enjoying it a little too much, but that didn't mean he was going to stop.
Sam rounded the corner and couldn't help but notice that the Impala looked a little too cozy for him to be joining just yet. There had to be a coffee shop somewhere around.
