The Sniffles and Other Sickly Things Castiel feels horrible. He wakes up in the morning shivering despite the two blankets that lay upon him and Dean's arm draped across his side, and since then has been alternating between freezing and overheating. There's also a tickle in the back of his throat that's doing nothing but annoy him and make him have to clear his throat every three minutes. He's not too worried, however, until around noon and he's curled up on the couch with about five blankets wrapped around him when he feels the weirdest sensation in his nose; a tingling feeling that doesn't go away and forces him to close his eyes and let out a loud stuttering noise. He sits in stunned silence. What? The tingling starts up again, and he panics. He calls out for Dean, but it comes out as more of, "De-ACH-n!" Dean pokes his head around through the kitchen where he had been doing the dishes. "What's up?" he asks casually. When he see's the panicked expression on Castiel's fac
Insights to an angel's thoughtsAuthor: MistofstarsPairing: Dean Winchester / Castiel (Destiel)Plot: Well, it's more or less a drabble, so not too much plot. Dean gets an insight to Castiel's thoughts.Rating: T or 13+Disclaimer: Neither Dean nor Castiel belong to me, they belong to the producers and authors of Supernatural. All of this is made up, I'm not making any money with this.Author's note: The first attempt I had on those two. Didn't want to elongate this, just a little thought that came to me.Insights to an angel's thoughtsThey were getting ready to leave the town this morning to investigate on a new case. Castiel was with them. Dean stood with his back against the wall in the motel room, waiting for Sam, who was under the shower at the moment. Dean had always been the one of them who barely slept and who was showered and clothed long before Sam (Their dad had always instructed him to be done as quickly as possible, to be ready for anything unexpected. Dean seldom took his time to enjoy a prolon
Will You Marry Me?Dean grumbled to himself as he tried to fix his hair, which just so happened to be sticking up in the oddest way possible. Dean was never one who focused on his looks, hell, he barely showered in the morning. But, today was different. Today was special. But, just because life liked to fuck him over so much, Dean was overall frustrated with his appearance. His dirty blonde hair was sticking up in all sorts of angles, the bags under his eyes looked deeper and darker, not to mention he hadn't shaved in awhile and was beginning to grow a layer of stubble.Dean glanced down at his watch and looked at the time, shit, it was almost time. He managed to tame his hair slightly and shave quickly before heading to the door. He grabbed his keys, the flowers and made sure to grab the small little box that was perched on top of his dresser. There was no way he could forget that, not after all the time and effort he put into it. It was just around 6:40 as Dean pulled up to their meeting spot, perfect
The Date: Part One "Dean." Silence. "Dean." More silence. "Dean
Dean!.. Dean!.. Dean! Dean! Dean!" "What the fuck do you want?!" Dean yelled, kicking out in the direction of the voice. His foot connected with Castiel's ass, and he gave a yelp as he was pushed onto the floor. "Dean! You pushed me off the bed!" "You deserved it," Dean mumbled, burying his face in the pillow. "What do you want, anyway?" his voice was muffled by his pillow. "You said we could go to the movies today." Castiel's voice came from beside him, and in less than two seconds flat he had managed to squirm under the covers with Dean, pressing his bare feet against Dean's legs. Dean smiled, rolling onto his back and putting an arm around Cas. That was one thing he loved ab
Someone Worth Waking up To Dean had been shot, stabbed, possessed, started the Apocalypse, and been killed more times than he cared to count. For years he had hated his life. His little brother-who meant the world to him, who he would, and had, killed for- hated him. His father, the only man Dean had ever tried to please, thought he was a disappointment. Then he died. Dean still wasn't sure what his cause of death was, but that didn't stop him from feeling like he had failed his father. Then he met Lisa, who made him loathe his pathetic life just a little bit more. She was a whiny, needy, annoying little bitch. He stayed with her. She was pretty. But she made him hate himself. She could make him feel like shit for being who he was, and he hated it. It wasn't like he had chosen to grow up living the life of a Hunter.