"Most normal people don't know so much about obscure angels like the one I was named after."
He's smiling widely, his expression amused.
"I swear, you could probably out-talk a mythologies major. Mind telling me your secret? I swear I won't tell anyone!" he says, crossing his heart. "We'll keep it between the two of us and your thousands of followers!"
He lets out a giggle at this – an honest to God giggle – before looking down and bringing his hands up to cover his wide grin.
"Sorry," he finally says after a moment of looking down with a wide grin hidden behind his hand. "I've been feeling somewhat giddy all afternoon.
"Anyways, the story you told about the angels Daniel and Castiel was absolutely fascinating! Whenever I used to ask my parents after the angel I was named for, all they would tell me was that he was the angel of Thursday and that he was one of God's favourites, though very few people knew of him."
Now, he leans forward a bit, his expression shy, as if he's about to share a secret.
"I wish I had someone like Daniel, someone I'd so easily give up everything for…do you have someone like that, Dean?"
His hypnotizing blue eyes are trained intently on the camera.
"If not, then I'll be your fallen angel if you'll be my righteous man."
The moment he says this, his face flushes a bright red, and he refuses to look back at the camera for the rest of the video.
His hands fluttering nervously in his lap, Castiel stutters out, "U-umm…you don't-you can-just...f-forget what I said. I-umm…I have to go.
"H-have a good day."
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D_Winchester: … [Post]
3 minutes ago
brandnewworldstosee: Aww, look at those pink cheeks!
11 minutes ago
Shewhoshallnotbenamed: If you two don't get married and have beautiful babies, I will never forgive you.
17 minutes ago
neocosplaycat: Hey, hey, hey, why such a short video? We need to see more of your gorgeous face!
20 minutes ago
CrazyFangirl: Instead of Romeo and Juliet, people need to start referring to the Righteous man and his angel. That's true love; not two stupid teenagers killing themselves over a crush that would probably have been over in a week.
24 minutes ago
QueenCharlieBerry: Ahahaha, Dean's screwed XD You probably already have him wrapped around your adorable little finger without even knowing it.
25 minutes ago
Destiel: Oh my God, you're so cuuuuuuute! With all the blushing and the cuteness and omg!
Dean groaned, hiding his flaming face in his hands.
How on Earth could a grown man be so God damned adorable?
It should be illegal to be that cute and hot at the same time.
He still had trouble imaging just what kind of soulless monster could find it in their hearts to bully a helpless kitty like Castiel.
Those eyes alone should come with a warning label.
Dean had just been able to get his wits about him enough to start thinking of a response when there was a knock on his door.
Looking up, he smiled when he saw the tiny brunette standing there.
"Hey grandma, what's up?" he asked. His grandmother was possibly the sweetest person in the entire world ninety percent of the time. The other ten percent, though, she was a fiery little ball of rage and for all her five feet and four inches, she sure as hell packed quite a punched.
The Winchester men may have taken their height from Henry, but their fiery tempers and tendency to take no shit from anyone were definitely from little Elizabeth. She ruled her household with an iron fist and a heart of gold, and everyone loved and respected her for it.
She'd also been the one that had sat Dean down for the slightly mortifying "talk" when Dean had been sixteen. No, not the sex talk. Henry had had that honour four years earlier.
No, Liz had been the one that had helped Dean out of the closet…or rather, she'd forcefully dragged him out of it by telling him that while the girls he brought home were all rather sweet, especially that Lisa girl, she would love it if Dean would bring some of the men in his life home as well.
Dean, who had definitely hadn't been expecting that, had nearly choked on his spit.
It had been an extremely awkward conversation, but not once did he regret having it; it had made it so much easier to get over that whole denial stage of finding out he was bisexual, and he had no idea how many times he'd thanked the good Lord that his grandmother had actually been around to have it with him. No doubt if he'd still been living with his father, the talk never would have happened and Dean would have spent a huge chunk of his life pretending to be something he wasn't.
Sam, who'd only been seven when John had been arrested, had all but forgotten their father, but Dean remembered every single day vividly. Dean remembered going hungry for days to make sure Sammy had enough food, remembered stealing and begging for food whenever he could, remembered doing…favours for pocket money to make sure Sammy had decent clothes so he wouldn't be picked on by his classmates.
And he remembered how the world, which had been crooked and broken and scary and strange ever since his mother had passed away, had immediately righted itself the moment he found himself in Liz's arms. He remembered how suddenly, he was no longer going to bed with a growling stomach and he actually had someone singing him to sleep again for the first time in seven years and how he had discovered just how much he loved touching, how much comfort he found in the presence of another human being.
This comfort and the way it manifested itself in a love of sex was actually a huge part of the reason he'd been affectionately dubbed a slut in his teenage years by his little brother, his friends, and pretty much all his loved ones. Not that he minded at all.
Suddenly, he was snapped back to the present by his grandmother smacking him lightly on the head and asking, "You heard a word I've been saying, Dean?"
"Uh…sorry?" he supplied, widening his eyes and trying to adopt the kicked puppy look his little brother was so good at.
Rolling her eyes, Liz crossed her arms and said, "We're leaving for the Roadhouse in half an hour. Make sure you're ready."
His eyes widening even more, this time in alarm, Dean shot to his feet, saying, "Crap! I completely lost track of time!"
Heading over to his closet, he grabbed a towel for a quick shower before they headed out for the little family dinner they had every once in a while at Harvelle's Roadhouse.
"Thanks for reminding me, grandma!" he called over his shoulder.
Sighing in exasperation, Elizabeth just rolled her eyes, smiling fondly at her grandson's back for just a second before heading off to get ready as well.
Half an hour later, Dean was about to head outside to start the car when the doorbell rang.
His eyebrows furrowing a little as he wondered who would be visiting at this time in the evening, Dean pulled the door open, and was clueless for a moment as to who he was looking at.
She looked vaguely familiar in a way that suggested he'd probably had a one night stand with her long ago, and it took several minutes for him to remember her name.
"Lydia?"
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