#destifluff

Which is sort of true, but it’s more that Dean doesn’t want to fall asleep - and for the first time in his life, it’s because he’s so happy. 

He’s got Cas there in bed with him, Cas who doesn’t sleep, Cas who is okay to stay up all night discussing art, literature, and which was the dumbest plot in Dr. Sexy. 

And Dean noticing how they've blossomed so lightly over Castiel's nose during the summer.

I can’t remember what this is in relation to and I just went through my blog to try and see if I’d reblogged something but I’m coming up blank so instead I’m going to make it up: 

24 is a scarf, 25 is snow, and 14 is umm “soft” 

“I don’t feel the cold, Dean, this is unnecessary.” 

Dean picked up another scarf and offered it up to Castiel. “How about this one?” 

Castiel sighed. “That one is also fine.” 

“I don’t just want fine, I want good, or, hey! Great would be... great.” 

Dean stroked a finger along another scarf, cashmere in shades of greens and blues. With a smile he picked it up and looped it around Castiel’s neck. 

“How does that one feel.” 

Castiel made himself take a deep breath and moved to touch the scarf. “Soft,” he murmured. 

“You need a scarf, Cas.” 

The department store was busy, people swooping here and there shopping for Christmas. But everyone was ignoring the two of them. 

“I don’t feel the cold.” 

“But it looks suspicious when you’re out wearing just that while me and Sam are layered up.” 

“So this is just so I blend in better?” 

“Aha,” Dean agreed, taking one end of the scarf in each hand. 

Dean started to gently wind both ends of the scarf in around his palms, slowly bringing Castiel closer and closer to him, inch by inch. 

He let both ends of the scarf drop when he started kissing Castiel, hands instead  moving to Castiel’s shoulders, moving across his back and touching, feeling, indulging. 

It had been like that since they’d both finally opened their eyes to the opportunities in front of them. Until they’d both come to understand that just because they could lose one another so quickly, they could also have one another until that loss. 

“Ahem,” a voice interrupted. “Can I help you with anything, gentlemen?” The sales assistant looked to the scarf that had now fallen onto the floor at their feet. 

“Um, yeah, we’d like to buy this?” Castiel swooped up the material and held it out. 

“Certainly,” she smiled, seeming happier now she knew there was a confirmed sale. “Come with me this way and I’ll ring that up for you.” 

*** 

“I’m sorry, but explain this to me one more time: How did you spend $1,500 on a scarf?” 

“Well...”

“It was Dean’s fault,” Castiel was quick to throw in. 

“Snitch,” Dean shot back. 

“I’m sorry Sam, we honestly hadn’t looked at the price tag beforehand. And then the sales assistant was just there, and we were, er... A little too preoccupied to notice the price.” 

“It’ll be fine, Sammy, we’ll just move onto the next lot of cards. Isn’t like we’re paying for it anyway. And, Cas really needed a scarf.” 

“I didn’t know this really happened,” Cas confessed.

“Call me sometime, if you want,” Dean winked.

“Dean?” Of course Castiel knew the cute barista by name.

“Yeah?”

“I hope you aren’t giving your number out to all your regulars.”

“Just you.”

Castiel’s heart fluttered at Dean’s beautiful smile.

“Good, because I’ve enjoyed being married to you and it’d be a shame if I had to find a new coffee shop,” Cas teased.  

“Hey! Like I’d even!”

“I know,” Cas smiled back. And he did. To his soul and back he knew he was Dean’s and Dean was his. “See you at home, love you,” Cas threw over his shoulder.

“Was that addressed to me or the coffee?”

“Daddy, as you’re both boys, who buys flowers for who?”

Castiel had expected questions about his relationship from one of his 8-year-olds ever since he started dating Dean. This hadn’t been the line of question he’d predicted though. Valentine’s Day was throwing up all sorts of confusion it seemed, though mostly for Castiel. He just couldn’t decide what to buy Dean and was quickly running out of time to buy anything.

“We can buy them for each other,” Castiel explained to Jack. “Same with Ben’s moms, or any of the moms and dads. You can buy them for yourself too. Though, Dean doesn’t like flowers, I think I’ll get him something else. What do you think Dean might want?”

This was their first Valentine’s Day as a couple. They’d been dating almost a year, definitely long enough that he wanted to buy Dean something more meaningful than a generic box of chocolates and a teddy bear. He was also cooking dinner for Dean to make up for the fact they couldn’t eat out since Castiel hadn’t been able to get a babysitter in time.

“I think Dean would like a car book,” Jack told his father after much consideration.

“What about chocolates?” Castiel asked, having no one else to get advice from. The twins could be surprisingly insightful at times.

Claire pulled a face and shook her head, sending her blonde hair flying. “No. Buy him jerky. He likes that more.”

“Yeah?”

“How do you... ahem.” Castiel wiggled in his chair. 

They’d been quietly researching for the last hour, so for Castiel to break that silence and not with some obvious update on the case, garnered Sam’s immediate attention. 

Sam shut his laptop lid as Castiel continued to look uneasy. 

“What’s up, Cas?” Sam encouraged. 

“How, um, how can you tell if someone likes you?” 

Sam could have played it coy. Could have pretended he didn’t know what this was about. But it was a Wednesday and their case was a bit dry and dull. There was definitely some time available for sneaky younger brothering. 

“There’s two main methods of detection. The first is super scientific, it’s called the bottle test. Drink from a bottle, offer it to the person you’re curious about. If they take a drink and the bottle touches their lips, they like you. However, if they pour it from a distance, chances are they aren’t into you. For accuracy you want to try this at least a few times to make sure you aren’t getting a false positive.” 

“How many times?” 

Sam pretended to think a moment. “Around twenty usually, give or take ten bottles or so.” 

“And the second method?” 

“Not very scientific, I wouldn’t recommend it. You probably don’t want to even hear it.” 

“No, please, Sam. I am very interested.”

“Second method is just to ask the person if they’re interested you.” 

“Oh. Just outright ask?” 

Sam shrugged and opened the lid to his laptop again. “Sometimes it works. The bottle method has more supporting evidence though.” 

It was, Sam reflected two days later, really his own fault that the fridge had no more beer in it. Sixteen nearly full bottles of beer sat on the kitchen counter, each looking like they’d had no more than a sip or two drank from it. Cas and Dean were no where within sight. 

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“Mmppfff” Cas whispered into Dean’s throat. 

They’d been making out on the couch for a couple of minutes by this point. Cas was really into necking lately. Dean was being magnanimous and had been patiently teaching him. 

Ahem. Yeah. So magnanimous. It wasn’t like he felt jolts of silly, happy pleasure all day long whenever he caught sight of one of Cas’ marks on his neck or something. No siree! 

“What was that?” Dean asked, because it couldn’t have been what he thought it was, based on the vibrations of Cas’ mouth against his neck. 

“Soil,” Cas said more clearly, sitting back a little. His lower lip simply begged to be bitten. 

“Um. What?”

“Soil, mud, dust.” He stared deeply into Dean’s eyes now. 

“I am not following. What’s that gotta do with,” he gestured between them, sat so close on the sofa they only took up one space. 

“Is that not... dirty talk?” Cas asked. “The internet said you’d enjoy it. That it would help in the process of foreplay.” He tilted his head to the side. 

Dean held back from outright hysterical laughter. Last time he’d laughed without explaining first, Cas had sulked in their room for hours, so embarrassed by his mistake. 

“That is... very unique dirty talk, Cas. No one has ever, um,” he could feel the laughter in his stomach. The pitch of his voice was creeping ever higher as he failed to suppress his mirth. “No one has ever used those lines on me before.” 

Cas looked so adorably confused. Caught in a conflict of correcting Cas now, and putting up with his sulk, and correcting Cas later and potentially getting his rocks off first, Dean took the higher ground. 

He shifted until he was straddling Cas. 

“Dirty dishes and unwashed clothes,” Dean continued, rocking his groin against Cas’.