Destiel + Midnight Picnic. Requested by @bri-winchester for my 1.1k followers celebration.
“Where are we going?” Dean asked for the fifth time from the passenger seat of Cas’ pickup. He wasn’t usually one to pester, but the bubbly nerves were starting to leap up from his stomach and into his throat, making his hands simultaneously shaky and sweaty where they were pressed tightly against his jeans.
They’d only been this for a few weeks, he and Cas. Dating. It was a word that didn’t quite feel right on Dean’s tongue. Not because he didn’t want to be dating Cas, because God, he’d wanted it for so long it had become a part of his soul; yearning for Cas with every living fiber of his being. But because it almost felt like they were past dating. Not quite married, even though Sam called them a married couple more often than not, but somewhere between dating and engaged.
And somehow that was terrifying. They’d only gotten together a few weeks ago and yet it felt so serious between them, as if they’d skipped the honeymoon phase of first getting together and just fallen into this steady fast synchronous comfortable version where they were just them.
Cas chuckled lowly, tipping his head to look over at Dean. “Like I said the first four times you asked, wait and see. We’re almost there anyway.”
Dean darted his eyes outside into the dark night, squinting to see if he could make anything out past the dark smudged blur of trees and twinkling stars. “Almost where, Cas? There’s nothing out here.”
Cas hummed under his breath, and something about the sound just struck Dean to his core; a soft breath that curled around him and made his heart skip a beat. He reached over and put his hand on Cas’ knee, squeezing softly. The angel turned and gave him a gummy smile, and Dean’s heart kicked up another couple of notches.
‘God, he’s so gorgeous,’ Dean thought to himself, reaching up and rubbing the pad of his thumb over Cas’ jawline softly. Cas instinctively leaned into the touch, tilting his head slightly while keeping his eyes on the road, and Dean didn’t want to admit it out loud but even the way Cas reacted to his touch was so damn domestic it was enough to have the hunter’s head spinning.
“We’re here,” Cas said, breaking the comfortable silence as he pulled off of the road, following a dirt path trail into a huge field.
Dean cocked his head- a movement he belatedly realized he’d started mimicking from Cas and oh God Sammy was right, they really were like a married couple- and he looked out at the field highlighted in the moonlight.
“Again, there’s nothing here, Cas. Why are we out in the middle of a field at just gone midnight in the-” Dean trailed off, his brain picking up the pieces as he turned and looked at Cas.
The angel was chewing his lip, eyes darting anywhere but Dean. “If you don’t like it we can just go-”
Dean instantly moved across the bench seat, thumbing at Cas’ jaw to tilt his head down so he could press a warm kiss to his lips. God, this angel was his? This dumb, ridiculous, beautiful angel who had brought him out for a midnight picnic was all his? It was too good to be true. He pressed his lips to Cas’ harder, just to remind himself this was real. He could have this.
When they broke apart, Dean tenderly kissed Cas’ nose. “I love it.”
The smile that burst across Cas’ face was so pure, so captivating, that Dean pressed their lips together again, just to feel that smile against his own mouth.
“Come on, let’s have our little date,” Dean said against Cas’ mouth. Cas hummed against his lips, and, okay, maybe it took several more minutes of slow kisses before Dean could finally pull away, but he couldn’t help in. Kissing Cas was like stepping into the sunlight and sucking in a lungful of fresh air after a rainy day, and Dean just couldn’t get enough.
Cas smiled and grabbed a blanket and picnic box from the bed of the pickup and set it out in the field. Dean’s heart was throwing itself wildly against his chest as Cas set up and then offered a hand to Dean, gently tugging him down onto the blanket.
Dean was far too old to be this giddy over a star-gazing picnic, but something about Cas’ innocence just threw that all out the window. Somehow the angel made him feel both comfortable like they’d been together for years, and yet so completely awestruck.
“We didn’t have much food in the Bunker. But I made us sandwiches and I went out and got a pie,” Cas said, laying the food out between them and pulling out a couple bottles of beer.
“You went out and got a pie?” Dean repeated.
Cas nodded. “Thought you might like it.”
Screw the ‘only being together a few weeks’ thing. Dean was absolutely smitten. Pulling the bottles from Cas’ hands, Dean plopped them down and yanked Cas forward, kissing him again. “God, Cas, I-” Dean started to say, but he couldn’t get the words out. His heart was hammering against his rib cage, the words ‘I love you’ squeezing around his lungs and almost suffocating him.
“I know, Dean. Me too,” Cas said, fingers tangling into Dean’s hair, and suddenly they were kissing again. Dean broke the kiss after several long seconds, pressing his forehead against Cas’. Even if he couldn’t get the words out, Cas knew, and that was enough.
“So, pie?” Dean murmured, breaking the moment.
Cas laughed, bumping their noses together before pulling away and picking up the sandwich he’d wrapped up earlier. “Sandwich first, Dean.”
Grinning, Dean plucked the sandwich from Cas’ hand and grabbed the beer again, offering one to Cas. Leaning his weight against the angel, Dean looked up at the sky. “Tell me about the constellations,” he said quietly.
Cas frowned, shaking his head. “You know them all, Dean. I know you do.”
Dean huffed out a laugh. “You’re missing the point. I want to hear you tell me about them.”
“Oh,” Cas said, suddenly understanding what Dean meant. Wrapping his free arm around Dean’s waist, Cas pointed up to the sky, sandwich still in hand, naming stars and constellations; adding on little backstories of when he’d seen the stars come into creation and how they’d gotten their names.
As if by magic, a shooting star burst across the sky before them, and Cas quietly murmured against his ear, “Isn’t it customary for humans to make a wish on shooting stars?”
Dean hummed, tilting his head so he could press a feather light kiss to Cas’ mouth. “Don’t need to. Got my wish right here,” he said, closing the space to kiss Cas properly.
And yeah, Dean knew how corny it was, but he was so head over heels for Cas, he really didn’t care. This, right here with Cas, really was all Dean had wished for for so many years. He didn’t need a shooting star, not when he was wrapped up in Castiel’s arms underneath the starry night sky.
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