A Destiel ficlet for @hermionejean
Dean had a look around the room, in search for Cas. They were at a small bar in the middle of nowhere looking for an eyewitness in the case they were investigating. A few people have gone missing and Sammy had proposed to go check the situation out. Dean didnât think that it was their kind of job but he didnât want to argue with his brother.
At the moment, Sam was at the local library reading up on the villageâs history. Maybe heâd find something interesting but Dean didnât enjoy doing research so he volunteered to search for the witness although he wasnât even sure whether the man was a reliable source. According to the police officer they had spoken to, he had the reputation of crying for attention so he would invent stories. A bit like the boy who cried wolf. Except this man cried âAn enormous creature dragged somebody into the woods!â
So, Dean had decided to take Cas with him to the bar because sometimes, he just needed to be alone with him, without his brother always sitting around in the background. It then turned out that the visit to the bar was a complete flop since the supposed witness wasnât here although the police man had said that this was where heâd spend most of his time. Dean was starting to become annoyed so he just wanted to grab Cas and leave.
Cas, however, wasnât by his side as Dean had assumed so he started looking for his angel. He found him standing in the doorway, not even having really entered the room. Dean gave him a questioning look.
âThis place is making me uncomfortableâ, he replied, âI would like to leave.â
It was easy to understand why he felt uncomfortable. With his suit and his trenchcoat, standing stiffly by the door, Cas looked so out of place, it made Dean smile. He was about to lead the way out when he noticed that the owner of the bar had pinned a mistletoe on the doorframe and Cas was standing right under it.
âDo you realize where youâre standing?â, Dean asked with a smile.
Cas looked around. âA crowded bar in Nebraska, USAâ
Dean shook his head and laughed. âNo, you nerd, I mean can you see whatâs above your head?â
He looked up, spotted the mistletoe and squinted. âWhy would anybody nail a twig of a plant onto a doorframe?â
Dean moved himself closer to Cas so that they were both standing under the mistletoe. âItâs not just any plant, thoughâ
âYes, if my knowledge of botany isnât disappointing me, I suppose itâs mistletoe.â
âAnd that means?â Dean looked into his eyes and rested his hands on the shorter manâs shoulders.
âI donât know.â Cas appeared to be somewhat confused by the sudden proximity of their bodies.
âOn earth, thereâs this tradition that when two people stand under a mistletoe, they have to kiss.â Their faces were now only inches apart.
âOh.â But he didnât get a chance to say more than that because Dean was kissing him.
God, he loved kissing Cas. At first, there was always this moment of surprise in which Cas stiffened but then he could always feel him softening again and melting into the kiss.
Dean was holding him as tight as he could, leaving no space between their bodies but he still wished he could pull him even closer. His hands ruffled through Casâ hair. He could feel the angelâs hands on his arms holding him tight. The memory of the handprint on his arm came up, Dean pushed his face harder on Casâ. From the very first moment they met, even before actually, Cas had always looked out for him, protecting him, being his little guardian angel.
Cas pulled back only a bit in order to whisper a few words: âI can feel your heart beating against my chest. Itâs incredible how humans -â Dean made him shut up by closing the distance between their lips again. He let his tongue slide between Casâ lips, tasting him ever so gently. He loved the taste of his mouth although he was unable to specify what exactly he tasted of. Since the angel never ate, there was no taste of food or beverage, it was just Cas.
And Dean wanted more. He pushed him against the door, breathing hard against his cheek. As he just wanted to go in for more, Cas used the possibility to speak: âMaybe this isnât the right place.â
Dean looked over his shoulder, suddenly remembering where he was. Yes, Cas was right, this bar wasnât the right place for what they were about to do. Everyone was looking at them anyways.
Dean stepped back, allowing Cas to tidy himself up a bit. Then he turned and nodded goodbye to their spectators. He took Casâ hand, gave him a quick peck on the cheek and then left the building hand in hand with his angel.
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