tigerboy!dean, I'm in love! I've had a shitty week and it's really cheered me up! Any chance of a cute little ficlet of dean trying to convince cas that he'd be his ideal mate?
"That isn’t such a problem in London. The butcher and the grocer deal with that."
Dean wrinkled his nose, looking confused. It was obvious that he had no idea what Castiel was talking about.
"I am strong. I’m fierce."
"I know," Castiel said patiently. How could he explain to Dean that he didn’t need to be protected? He lived a comfortable life in a nice house, hundreds of miles removed from the life Dean lived here in the jungle. The traits that made him a good mate for another tigerboy wouldn’t be appropriate in London.
Dean huffed, obviously annoyed, then leaned forward, a wicked smile stretching on his lips.
"I make you happy," he said, so close now that he could nuzzle Castiel’s cheek. Castiel blushed because he couldn’t deny that. Dean did make him happy, however unpractical and inappropriate it might be.
In the end, wasn’t that the only thing that mattered in an ideal mate?