Destiel

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From @otp-fanfic-ideas they post fanfic ideas so writers can write them. On there page I found this one that I wanted to write: Getting into a stupid argument over the best flavor of ice cream at an ice cream parlor. After arguing for a good 5 minutes, Person 3 (a worker at the parlor) yells “get a room, will ya!?”
Cue awkward sexual tension. But instead of ice cream it is pie.

A/N Cas is human and can taste all foods. Set in season 9 when Cas is human.

There was no food in the bunker. With Cas being a human the boys should have realized they would go through food faster. But no one thought that through so in the middle of the week the boys had to make a last second trip to the grocery store. So Wednesday the boys all got into the Impala and Dean drove them downtown to the grocery store.

The store wasn’t that busy. A few people shopping but for the most part it was quiet. They got all the basics. No one was a big cook so in there cart was frozen dinners, bag salad for Sam, chips, beer, bread, lunch meat, and peanut butter. Cas eats so much peanut butter know he’s human they can’t keep it in the bunker. When they were almost done shopping Sam left Dean and Cas to get some more of his health food.

When Sam was gone Dean lead Cas over to the wall freezer where the froze pies were kept. When Dean reached for an apple pie Cas stopped him by putting his hand on Dean’s wrist.

“What are you doing Cas?” Dean asked as he pulled his hand away from Cas’s.

“You always get apple pie. Since I’m human know and can actually eat the pie I think I should choose.” Dean looked at Cas. He was serious, he wanted to choose. Dean never had anyone tell him that he couldn’t pick the type of pie.

“Really Cas,” Dean chuckled, “what else would you choose, apple’s the best.”

“I think raspberry would be good.”

“No,” Dean declared, “raspberry’s gross. We’re getting apple.” Dean grabbed the pie from the freeze and placed it in the cart. Dean looked back at Cas who was pouting. “I’m sorry Cas but I want apple.”

“I know but I was hopping for a change,” Cas continued to frown. Dean felt bad for making Cas upset.

“Next time I’ll let you pick the pie,” Dean put an arm around Cas, “what ice cream do you want with this?”

Dean wasn’t much for going to libraries but he needed to do research and Sammy was busy with his test. It was the end of the school year and Sammy had all his finals to pass to pass 10th grade. Dean was out of school so it looked like the research was on him. That was why the Impala rumbled to a stop outside the old library.

They were in a small town in Arizona. The big brick building was the center of the town. It was one of the few buildings filling Main Street. A bank, a laundry mat, a corner store, a small police station, a church, and the library were all that made up the down town.

Dean got out of the car and walked up the stone steps through the heavy wooden doors. He was instantly hit with the smell of old books. He wasn’t sure why but even though he hated library’s and books he felt relaxed by the smell. He took a second to take in the smell before he walked to the reception desk.

A the desk a man about Dean’s age sat. His head was in a book and he was writing numbers into it. He had short black hair and the way his face was scrunched up in concentration. There were faint wrinkles around the edges of his eyes, in casing his crystal blue eyes.

It took a minute for the man to notice Dean. When he did he put the book down and looked at him. “Hello my name’s Cas. Sorry I didn’t see you. How can I help you?” Cas rested his head on his two hands as he asked. It took Dean a minute to answer. He was lost in the blue eyes.

After a second Dean tried to get composure back. “Umm... umm... I... where are the lore books?” Dean stuttered his way through the question.

Cas stood up, “follow me,” he instructed. Dean followed Cas to the back of the library. His eyes fixed on the way Cas’s hips swayed in the lose jeans as he walked. “Here they are,” Cas abruptly stopped pulling Dean out of his day dream. “If you need me I’ll be over there shelving books,” he motioned to a stack of books a few rows down.

Dean grabbed a few books off the shelf and went to find a table. He positioned him self in a seat that had a clear view of Cas shelving books. It was hard for dean to focus with Cas there. Every time the man reached for an upper shelf his shirt rode up showing the smallest bit of stomach. Just enough for Dean to not have to imagine what was under the old worn out T. This coupled with how Cas’s butt looked when he bent over to pick up to pick up the books, it was a wonder dean found anything in the books.

After a while Cas left his spot after he was done with the books and moved to the next shelf. Dean’s eyes seemed to follow him though. It seemed as though Cas was purposely shelving the books where dean could see. After a couple hours dean found a book that he thought he could use.

He brought the book up to the front desk where Cas had returned to a half hour earlier. “Did you find what you needed?” Cas asked as dean set down the book.

“I think so,” Dean said. Cas picked up the book and filled out the check out card.

“I need your name for a library card.”

“Dean Winchester.” Cas filled out a new library card then handed the book and card back to Dean.

“Thank you,” Dean sheepishly said as he turned to walk out. When he got to his car he opened the book to see when it was due. Next to the due date was a little message.

Sorry I haven’t posted in forever with school and life I have been busy and hope to start posting a lot more.

This is a request by @unasombramas0 “please use the song Fallen Angel (by Three Days Grace) for one of your post.

A/N if you listen to the song while you read the story is strongly based on the lyrics. It is what I imagine a story based on the song would be. I do not own the song Fallen Angel or any of the lyrics all credit of the song goes to Three Days Grace.

Dean walks down the hall of the bunker into Cas’s room. Cas was sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands. Dean could hear the unmistakable sound of tears. Dean honestly didn’t know how Cas held it together this long. He thought the ex angel would have broken down crying long before now. Especially after all their friends were dying. He lost his angel power and went homeless for so long.

Dean walked into the room and slowly made his way to Cas. He sat down next to the angel in the dark and put his hand on his shoulder. Dean gently rubbed Cas’s shoulder and whispered into his ear, “never thought you would fall so far. Fallen angel, close your eyes I won’t let you fall tonight.”

Cas laid back on the bed. He was still in his dirty ripped clothing. Dean couldn’t help feeling bad, all these new emotions and experiences were because of him. Everything Cas has done, including his fall was for Dean. Questions filled Dean’s head. He wanted to know what Cas was feeling and how was he still able to be so strong?

Dean saw Cas start to fidget again. He laid down in the bed behind Cas. Dean’s front was to Cas’s back and Dean’s head was right above Cas’s ear. He didn’t want Cas to fall. Didn’t want Cas to be alone. Wanted Cas to sleep and forget his problems. He leaned in close and whispered, “fallen angel, just let go. You don’t have to be alone. Fallen angel, close your eyes I won’t let you fall tonight.”

With the comfort of Dean behind him Cas started to drift into a sleep. Dean laid there and watched Cas sleep. He started to think of where this started. It started when Cas went through hell and back just so Dean could be by his side. He felt so bad he couldn’t save Cas like Cas saved him. He couldn’t stop Cas from falling.

@kisskiss-kissmyass request where Sam and Crowley have a bet on when Dean and Cas will get together so they try to trick them into getting together.

It started late one night at a bar. Dean had already left with some girl and Sam and Crowley were alone at the bar. “Who does he think he’s trying to fool?” Sam asked as he watched his brother leave.

“What?” Crowley looked confused as he took another drink.

“Dean keeps sleeping with girls but we all know he really wants Cas. What do you think it would take to get them together?”

“I like a good love story as much as the next but no way those two get together.”

It may have been the bourbon talking but Sam felt he needed to get the two boys together. That was when the trucks started to begin. They figured if Cas and Dean wouldn’t get together on their own Sam and Crowley would make them get together. Little did the two know Dean and Cas were all ready a couple. The only reason Dean brought the girl home was because she was afraid to walk alone and Dean offered her a walk to her car. The next morning when Sam thought he slept with the girl he really slept with Cas.

Sam was none the wiser so the tricks started. It was Sam and Crowley’s mission to get the two together. It started with a game of twister. Sam was sure to call out the wrong colors to get Dean and Cas closer together. Sam thought he had it when they fell on each other and laid there for a moment longer then necessary.

Next Crowley got the two drunk, which was hard with both their liquor tolerance, and started a game of truth or dare. By the end of the night when all the questions pertained to Dean and Cas’s relationship the couple got the hint but continued to play along.

Soon it was Christmas and Sam and Crowley put up more then normal amount of mistletoe. Then the two took to having Dean and Cas follow them to where they would meet under a mistletoe. Dean and Cas did kiss under the mistletoe but they made sure it was out of view of Sam and Crowley.

After months of trying Sam and Crowley about called it quits. They had tried everything short of putting the two in bed together. Crowley even “accidentally” looked the two in a room for a few hours. They were about to quit when they walked past Dean’s room early one morning. There they saw Dean and Cas intertwined in bed. Sam and Crowley thought they were the ones to take credit for getting the two boys together. Dean and Cas never had the heart to tell them they were together before the whole operation.

AU were Cas is human but everything else is the same.

Dean/Cas

Dean and Cas were laying in bed. It was peaceful, the cold seaping in through the walls, Dean and Cas safely hidden under the covers keeping each other warm. It was a bad winter in Kansas. A fresh five inches of snow fell over the weekend. No wit was Sunday and they slept in.

At about eight they wondered into the kitchen and each poured a cup of coffee. Sam was sitting at the table on his computer with a lore book opened next to him.

“How long you been up?” Dean asked Sam.

“Sense 5. Got a call about a case in Texas. Thought maybe we should head out today. I think it’s a ghost haunting an old abandoned factory.”

“So much for are snow day.” Dean said into his coffee. “Let’s go pack our bags, Cas.” They headed back to their room.

An hour later Dean pulled the impala out of the garage then squared behind the passenger door. As Sam and Cas walked to the car Dean jumped up and through a snow ball. He hit Cas right in the face. Both Sam and Cas dropped their bags and picked up snow and formed balls. Soon they were in a full out war.

After they were all wet and out of breath they called it quits. They had to go in to shower and change clothes. Sam went to one bathroom and Cas and Dean went to another, to save water of course. Sam just ignored the moans he heard, just like he had done for the past month.

Dean, Cas, and Sam where all in the bunker. It was New Years Eve and there were no hunts for them to occupy themselves with. So Dean went out and got a bunch of snacks and they decided to have a small party and watch the ball drop.

Dean spent the day making pizza rolls, chicken wing dip, and pepperoni platter. He wasn’t a big cook but he was a chef when it came to snacks. He use to always make snacks for him and Sam when they were little.

It was ten and they were all on the couch watching a movie. They were watching San Andres. Sam was complaining the whole movie about how inaccurate the movie was. Dean was sitting on the couch next to Cas and Sam was in the chair. Dean thought how awesome it was that they could relax and not worry about hunting.

When it was closer to midnight they changed to the channel that was going to show the ball drop. The women in New York was talking about the New Year kiss.

“What is a New Years Kiss?” Cas asked Dean.

Dean laughed at Cas. “You kiss someone at midnight so you start off you year with a kiss.”

“Hmm… Sounds interesting.”

They countinued to eat as they watched some singers preform. Then the time they were waiting for, the count down. They all started to count.

“10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1!” As they yelled out 1 Cas turned and grabbed Dean. They smashed their lips together in a New Years Kiss. Dean was startled at first but soon melted into the warm kiss. Cas could taste the pizza rolls Dean had.

Dean thought was the way to start off his New Year right.

Prompt by: @theonewiththebiggestheart Maybe a fluff of their first time in a high school au. Maybe prom night? IDK lol